Undress Coat

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-Undress Coat-


Zenigata stared at the dress coat. It stared back from where it was slung over the back of a chair. The Inspector had only managed to snatch the coat off of Lupin in their last chase. Some catch that was...

Zenigata rested his chin on the top of the backwards chair he was straddling. The happy red fabric stood out in his hotel room and looked slightly out of place. Now that Zenigata thought about it, it fitted Lupin's personality very well. It was bright and energetic; almost carefree. It didn't mind that it was in a drably colored room. It just outshone everything around it and was happy the way it was. Everything Zenigata wasn't or couldn't be. Zenigata's brow knit together and he scoffed.

Wait a minute... Zenigata thought I'm acting jealous of a coat. I am such an idiot.

The Inspector stood and approached the coat, fists planted firmly on his hips. He imagined Lupin inside his precious coat. He was handcuffed to the chair, finally caught the way Zenigata intended after all those years. The image sent a great swell of pride to the cop. Unable to control himself, Zenigata threw his head back and had a long laugh.

"Oh, Lupin, you son of a bitch! I told you I'd get you one day!" He cackled, completely giving himself over to reverie for just a moment. "But you know, those are the breaks, you bastard!"

Zenigata clapped a hand down on the shoulder of the coat and only then let the truth that it was empty dampen his spirits He sighed, kicking himself mentally. God, he was being stupid today. Zenigata stood, silent a moment longer and felt his fingers move over the red coat.

Has it always been this soft? He wondered.

The Jacket was, indeed, soft. Very soft. Unusually soft, even. The one hand lingered on the fabric and was soon joined by its brother. They swept over the cloth, enjoying the feel and, for a split second, Zenigata wondered if Lupin's skin was this soft. Zenigata imagined Lupin's hands snaking up and closing on his shoulders, this sliding his palms over the back of Zenigata's hands. He did this slowly.

Woah! Hold on, Kouichi!! Zenigata's mind shrieked to him.

The Cop's hands shot up, defensively, but the jacket was without a wearer as it had been before. Zenigata shook his head, as if a dizzy spell had struck him. He paced across the room, looking at the coat every now and then. To his dismay, every time he looked at it, Lupin's figure would appear within it then would blink out, just as vaporously as it had shown itself. Finally, he took a seat with his back to the jacket.

Why was he thinking like this? No...Why was he thinking about Lupin like this? He had to be just overworking himself. But then again, Zenigata always felt overworked, even if he didn't always acknowledge it, and had never had such thoughts about Lupin.

Thoughts that, for some reason, felt extremely right...

Zenigata squeezed his eyes shut tightly, concentrating hard. Then with a grunt, he swiveled his top around and took a long look at the coat. No images of the young thief appeared. The cop squinted his eyes into focused slits.

There! he thought. Take that Lupin! I'm not having dirty thoughts about that stupid...beautiful bastard.

Zenigata rested a hand on his cheek, frustrated. It was hot, but not in the way a fever causes. Zenigata was hot from thinking about the thief. The Inspector tromped over to the coat and snatched it up. He growled at it, venomously.

"What do you want from me...?" he asked it. It stood silent, flopping in Zenigata's grasp. Zenigata rolled his eyes and shook the coat a bit, as if he were playing 'bad cop' in a one sided interrogation.

"What's my problem?" he muttered. With an exasperated sigh, he tossed the article of clothing across the room. He entered the small bathroom off to the side of the room. He filled the sink with cold water and splashed his face. This made him forget Lupin and his coat for a short while, but once he reentered and saw the red cloth, more sick thoughts came to mind. Quickly, he returned to the bathroom and ducked his head in the sink.

This was doing no good and Zenigata knew it. Taking his head out of the water, he gave his dripping sorry mug a good long stare. His worn eyes stared back and Zenigata could swear the look on his face was both pitiable and powerful.

So what...so what if I want to think about Lupin that way? he thought reluctantly, and his twin in the mirror seemed to reassure him with a smile. It was small, barely noticeable really, but still there.

"...What am I thinking?" Zenigata ran a hand down his face, wiping away the excess water.

But then again...

Zenigata's head peaked out of the bathroom. He eyed the coat suspiciously. In response, it sat innocently crumpled on the floor. Slowly, Zenigata approached it as if, any second, it would jump up and bite him. when he reached the coat, he gingerly picked it up.

Zenigata looked around himself to make sure no one could see him. Then suddenly he buried his face, hiding his nose and chin in the folds of the fabric. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent that clung to the jacket. He closed his eyes as the smell make his head swim. It smelt heavenly. Mixing with the smell of Lupin's skin, was some wonderful cologne. Zenigata couldn't identify it exactly, but whatever it was, it sent the cop into orbit.

Zenigata sighed dreamily as he fell back onto his bed. He loosened his tie, feeling almost unable to breathe. After a moment he threw his tie off impatiently. That was swiftly followed by his shirt. He had to feel that wonderful soft coat on his skin. The scent; the touch; it was almost maddening!

The Inspector felt one of his hands slide down from where it was onto his leg. With his opposite hand, he undid the button and zipper of his slack and he pulled them down around the bottom of his hips. His hand continued to glide up and down his inner thigh, and Zenigata thought about Lupin. His cock surged and stood at attention. He slid his hand over and seised his length with a mild moan. He slowly began pumping his hand on it, imagining Lupin in place of his own hand. Zenigata stroked up the shaft and swirled his fingertip over the head. He bit his lip as the sensations became nirvana. Guttural noise issued from his throat as he whispered Lupin's name.

"Pah-Pops?!"

Zenigata would have reveled in the sound of Lupin's voice, using that clever little pet name for him, but a moment latter he realized the voice wasn't an illusion. The Inspector's eyes snapped open.

Lupin stared, lips slightly parted. He didn't look particularly surprised, but a definite expression of shock was there.

"Lupin!!" Zenigata shrieked, being thrust quite violently out of his fantasy. He pulled Lupin's coat quickly over his erect cock. His face, that was slightly red, flushed. "What're you doing here?!!"

Lupin's mouth twitched in a silly smile. Zenigata swore he would have slugged him if not for the aching erection stubbornly refusing to dissipate between his legs.

"I came here for my coat, but..." Lupin looked at the point sticking up from under the jacket. His smile turned slightly mecheivious "...I see it's already in use."

Zenigata babbled frantically, trying to find some excuse, but Lupin raised a sly eyebrow and approached him. Zenigata's breath caught in his throat when Lupin shut his mouth over Zenigata's. Lupin held Zenigata's wrists down at his sides, but Zenigata broke his mouth away and said: "Lupin, you don't have to make me. I want it."

"I thought as much." Lupin whispered into his ear before playfully nibbling on it. Zenigata closed his eyes as Lupin ran his tongue down his earlobe. He trailed his mouth back to Zenigata's lips and as they kissed fervently, Lupin removed his tie. He kicked his shoes off before climbing onto the bed. He straddled the cop at the waist and began to undo the buttons on his dress shirt. Zenigata help with frenzied hands. Lupin threw the shirt over his shoulder and went for the buckle of his belt. He shuffled his slacks off and gazed at Zenigata in his boxers.

Lupin got off the Inspector and for a moment Zenigata thought he was only going to be teased this far and Lupin was about to leave him with blue balls. But much to his relief, Lupin reached under the coat that sat over Zenigata's lap, grabbed the top of his pants where they were bunched below his hips and yanked them down hard. He threw them off then removed his own boxers. He climbed back on top of Zenigata and kissed him again. Zenigata ran his fingers over Lupin's short hair and felt Lupin's hands sliding over his chest. The thief sat up, looming over Zenigata with a sweet little grin twinkling over his face. He took Zenigata's hand in both of his and ran it over his face. Zenigata sighed, finding that Lupin's skin was as soft as he imagined. No, softer!

Lupin brought Zenigata's fingers to his lips, kissing each one seperatly; giving each one painstaking attention. He ran each finger over his tongue and sucked them. He then removed Zenigata's fingers from his mouth and brought them down to his buttocks. Lupin moved Zenigata's hand to his tight ring of muscle and eased the Cop's forefinger in. Zenigata looked to Lupin, to find that the finger in his hole wasn't afflicting him much. Uneasily, Zenigata put his middle finger into the hole. Lupin leaned forward, planting the heels of his hands on Zenigata's shoulders. He choked out a sound from his throat with his eyes closed, then looked down into Zenigata's eyes with a small smile.

"Heh heh...S'okay, Pops." He whispered. he reached back and pulled his coat off Zenigata's crotch. The rush of air made his member twitch. "Do it."

"Lupin...? Could you...Could you...?" Zenigata looked away.

"Could I what?"

"The jacket. Put it on..."

Lupin chuckled at Zenigata's little request and said, "No Problem, Pops."

The thief slipped the red jacket over his bare shoulders.

"Now are you ready?" he asked, taking his the sleeve and running it down Zenigata's stomach.

Zenigata saw Lupin wince and realized he had not only neglected to remove his fingers, but had plunged them in up to the knuckle. Quickly, he took them out.

"Ah! Sorry!" Zenigata defended.

"Quit stalling." said Lupin simply. He smiled a moment then brought his face close to Zenigata's "Unless you've chickened out."

Zenigata lunged forward, snatching Lupin around the waist. They landed, Lupin now laying on his back and Zenigata kneeling before him, both the thief's ankles in his hands.

"I've never backed down from one of your challenges, Lupin." the cop smiled, devilishly.

"That's more like it!" Lupin cried, enthusiastically.

Zenigata put Lupin's legs over his shoulders and grasped his hips. He pushed into Lupin and entered, smooth as silk. Lupin groaned softly, which made Zenigata's skin ripple with goose flesh. With uncertainty, Zenigata slowly began to pull out, getting ready to start thrusting gently. Lupin, sick of waiting, swiftly slapped one hand over each of Zenigata's ass cheeks and pushed him forward, jamming his cock into the thief. The Wolf howled, realizing only too late that he had thrusted Zenigata a bit too hard, though the look on Lupin's face told the Cop that it was a good kind of pain and he should keep going.

Zenigata started to thrust again, this time forcefully but not so hard as to hurt Lupin. Lupin's eyes rolled back into his head and he arched his back slightly. Zenigata bent to meet his partner's chest with his lips. He whirled his tongue over Lupin's nipple, causing Lupin to catch his breath in his throat. His fingers smoothly ran across Zenigata's shoulder blades and Lupin could feel the cloth of Lupin's coat brush over his sweat coated skin like a cool breath.

Zenigata gripped the edge of Lupin's coat and pumped faster. Lupin groaned louder than before and his toes curled. Zenigata threw his head back with a moan from deep in his own throat. Lupin gazed up at the Inspector and bit his lip. Waves of ecstasy washed over him and burned through his body. choked gasped escaped him and he reached behind him to grasp the foot board.

The Cop looked to Lupin writhing beneath him. he was completely at his mercy, but still wore that devious smile. Zenigata found that so sexy. This was the way he wanted to catch Lupin. Zenigata messily tangled his fingers in the folds of Lupin's coat for stability. He thrusted harder and faster and now Lupin twisted in his hips to meet the Inspector's moves.

Moans growing louder, Lupin gripped the bed sheets in both hands until his knuckles turned white. With a last yell, Zenigata spilled his seed into Lupin. Zenigata's release sent Lupin over the edge and he came hard on his own stomach.

Zenigata pulled himself free but didn't release Lupin's coat. Lupin gazed up at Zenigata, expectantly. Zenigata stared back, trying to catch his breath. Lupin's smile faded when he saw the look of terror on the cop's face.

"Pops?" he asked, beginning to sit up.

Lupin's voice seemed to wake Zenigata up from his shock. He released Lupin's coat and sat back, mouth agape.

"I...I...Lupin..." He fumbled. He couldn't believe what he had just done!


"Pops, cool it. It was just sex." Lupin chortled

"Just-" Zenigata stuttered once before finding his ability to speak again "What do you mean 'Just sex'? Lupin, I just fucked you!!"

Lupin reached for his pants on the floor, laying on his stomach width wise on the bed. The edge of his coat lifted up and though Zenigata was trying to sort out all that had just happened, he found himself staring at Lupin's pale young ass. He turned his head swiftly, cursing to himself.

Lupin picked up his pants and rather than putting them on, he retrieved his pack of cigarettes from them. He placed one between his lips and it bobbed as he talked.

"I came here for my jacket-" He crawled forward and reached around Zenigata for the lighter on the night stand. The Inspector shivered a bit as Lupin's shoulder bumped into his chest. Lupin lit the cigarette and took a drag. "-and I got more than I was expecting."

"You can say that again." Zenigata ran a hand over the back of his neck. Lupin took a second drag on his cigarette then put it in Zenigata's mouth.

"So that was it. A friendly fuck. Nothing more."

The inspector's eyes followed Lupin. He got off the bed and headed for the bathroom, shedding his coat onto the chair it had begun on. He disappeared into the bathroom and a moment later, Zenigata heard the shower turn on and Lupin step into it.

Zenigata puffed on the cigarette, thoughtfully. Could Lupin really not care? Who was he kidding?! Of course Lupin didn't care! Well...Zenigata supposed that was it. A neat little fuck and then back to the usual cat and mouse, Lupin-runs-Zenigata-chases, way of life. Zenigata felt so cheated! He had stupidly thought Lupin gave a damn and now messy emotions were getting involved. Giving into the pleasure of Lupin the Third, Zenigata determined, was the stupidest choice of his life.

Zenigata finished the cigarette and lay back on the bed. He sighed, issuing the very last of the smoke from his nose and mouth. He put out the cigarette and placed his hands behind his head. The humming of the shower across the room, buzzed on, very soothing to Zenigata. Soon he felt his eyes grow heavier and weather he liked it or not, the cop soon succumbed to slumber.


Zenigata's thickly lashed eyes fanned open. He looked around, groggily. The morning sun, streaming in form the window, dappled across the bed and sprinkled onto his face. He glanced over. The bed looked like it had been slept in by another, and just then did Zenigata realize that he was beneath the sheets, not on top of them, the way he had fallen asleep

Zenigata stretched deeply and his arm landed on his night stand. Something brushed against his arm, grabbing his attention. He turned his head to see Lupin's calling card. Wrapped around it, was the thief's loud yell neck tie. Zenigata lifted the card and read:

Dear Pops,
I'll be back for my tie sooner or later. It means a lot to me. So, Why don't you just hold onto it for a while.
Yours Truly,
Lupin III

Zenigata sighed, uneasily. 'Yours truly,' huh? Maybe giving up to Lupin the Third's passion wasn't that stupid a choice. With a slight grunt, Zenigata stood and began getting dressed for a hard day of police work.