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The cold metal on his back feels pleasantly cool. He takes one last deep drag from the cigarette before throwing the rest on the ground to the already considerable pile of cigarette butts.
“This takes far too long. He should have been here 7 minutes ago."
Jigen Daisuke reached inside his jacket again to light another cigarette. The fire briefly illuminated a face full of worry before darkness completely enveloped him again.
Leaning against the Mercedes SSK, only the glowing red dot revealed his exact location. 8 minutes. Impatiently, he straightened up and drew his Magnum. He pushed his hat up a little with his thumb. With an inexpressible familiarity, he looks at the weapon gleaming in the faint moonlight as he gently strokes the barrel and unlocks it.
This deceptive silence and the advancing time caused this uneasy feeling to rise in him. Oh, how he hated that. Most of all the fact that he is always right with this feeling.
A red glow and smoldering debris flew over him as the deafening explosion shattered the house in front of him. Instinctively, he ducked behind the car, one hand on his gun, the other pressed down on his hat.
"Goddamn it, Lupin!"
A high-pitched whistling sound and a dull feeling in his head made this moment seem so unrealistic for a short time, when in reality it was so bitter and completely serious.
He risked a glance at the scene, but had to duck down again, as a second explosion made the ground tremble beneath him, booming painfully in his ears and glaringly illuminating the night.
The resulting wind makes the brim of his hat flutter, wildly excited eyes emerge and pierce the night lit by fire. Bared teeth gnash on the cigarette, his mouth contorts into a maniacal smile.
It's situations like this that he's been through so many times, but can't possibly get used to. His body still reacts with this uncontrollable adrenaline surge that makes his heart race audibly.
Thank God.
The rain of debris has stopped, swirled dust appeared like enveloping fog. Machine gun shots could be heard in the distance.
Dipped in the glow of fire, the Magnum .357 blazes in his hand, ready to spread its own deadly fire as well.
Flooded with adrenaline his body felt so light as he runs around the car and toward the smoking ruin, clutching the Magnum tightly.
He finds it hard to suppress the urge to call out to Lupin. He runs toward the shots, the arranged meeting place is very close.
Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly perceives a movement that is immediately targeted.
„Lupin?“
No answer, but a clear gesture that was the last of his life. The impact of the projectile freezes the movement and the body falls lifeless to the ground.
“Nice try, but I hit him first!”
Lupin’s voice breathless from running but still within this teasing undertone.
„Tch. As if. What the fuck happened in there?“
“Later. Let's get the hell out of here first.” Smashing bullets next to them reaffirmed his argument. The view was still very limited, but quickly they had reached the car.
„You drive.“ Noisily he dropped onto the seat, accompanied by an unsuccessfully suppressed cry of pain. Only now did a moment arise when Jigen could take a closer look at Lupin. All of his clothing was either slightly singed or torn. He was bleeding from his right temple and the right sleeve of his jacket also showed traces of blood. Actually nothing special considering the circumstances. The only unusual thing was the handle of a dagger sticking out of his right shoulder.
"Holy shit!" He somehow couldn't help smiling. "How do you manage to get stabbed in an explosion?" He turned the key in the ignition and let the engine roar. The tires dug into the ground, which was still covered with bullets.
"Why don't you shut up and drive..." pain-stricken, he held onto the dashboard to dampen the vibrations.
The house was not very large, but modern and sufficient as a retreat for a few days, even weeks if necessary.
During the ride, Lupin was unusually quiet, even spurning the cigarette offered by Jigen. He also had to assist him in getting out and entering the house. Jigen took Lupin's left arm around his own shoulders, his right arm gently around his waist, but jerked back immediately as Lupin sucked in air sharply through bared teeth in pain.
"Feels like broken ribs."
"Oh, thanks for the diagnosis doc... ah... damn..."
They dragged themselves toward the bathroom. Carefully, he put the injured man on the edge of the bathtub.
"Wait a minute. I'll get the first aid kit."
"No hurry, I don't have anything else to do today..." he wrestled a weak smile from himself, hunched over and his right arm pressed against his body.
Just as Jigen turned toward the door, Goemon also entered the bathroom.
"Seems like not everything went according to plan. How come?" The samurai stood before him, calm as ever, Zantetsuken resting in his left hand, the right well hidden in the hakama.
"Obviously... hey, would you mind helping me instead of screwing with me? I'm not in the mood..."
"Of course."
"Wait, I just meant..."
He went down on his knees, his sword at the ready. Only the cutting sound foreshadowed the movements that the eye could not detect. When the sword is safely sheathed again, Lupin's clothes fall off him piece by piece.
"Goemon! The boxers were new!" A weak and very pointless protest.
"I'll get some fresh towels and disinfectant."
Shortly after Goemon left, Jigen returned, holding the suitcase with the Red Cross on it in one hand and a small stool in the other. A little puzzled, he looked at the naked man surrounded by small pieces of cloth.
"Good, Goemon saved us some time." He couldn't surpress a short laught.
"Yeah great. Now not only do I feel like shit, now I'm cold too."
"Not for long."
He placed the stool in the open shower and helped Lupin sit on it. The initially cold water made Lupin groan in shock, but warm clouds quickly rose and enveloped the room in comforting warmth.
Jigen took off his jacket and shoes and rolled up his shirt sleeves. He knelt beside Lupin and soaked a washcloth with hot water.
"What really happened? An explosion wasn't planned at all. Especially not two. Now reach out your hand already, the blood has to go." With gentle pressure he began to clean the bruised body. Before the wounds can be treated, dust and dirt must be removed.
Pain-stricken, Lupin squeezed his eyes shut, growling and whimpering as he endured it. Under other circumstances, he would enjoy his touch and return the favor in his own way. In this shower they have already pursued much more pleasant activities.
"The small explosive charge that was supposed to set off the sleeping gas apparently hit a gas line. I can't imagine it any other way... ow! Why can't you pull that dagger out now? It hurts like hell..."
"Come on, think. If I pull this out now, you might bleed to death. First we take care of the other wounds. Besides, I need Goemon when we remove him. He has to help me stop the bleeding." Lupin didn't like the tone in his voice at all. That will certainly be unpleasant.
"Why do you have that pretty accessory anyway?" His eyes flashed from under the brim of his hat as they met his, looking tired and drained.
"I was already on my way out when that was thrown at me. I dodged, but just at that moment everything blew up. The blast wave threw me into a wall and also into the dagger. After that... I only remember it in a blur..."
"I see..." Concentrated and carefully he washed the dirt from him and removed the dried blood. His touch was gentle but firm.
Their familiarity needs no further words. A slight redness appeared on both of their faces.
"Jigen...I...thank you."
At the latest now Jigen was sure that the heat rising in him could not come only from the steaming water.
When he had cleaned his body as best he could, he turned to his face. Lupin snuggled into the warm wet fabric as Jigen touched his cheek and reached for Jigen's hand to kiss it.
Although the entire bathroom was completely warmed up, Lupin's lips felt strangely cool against his skin.
"Lupin? Are you all right?"
He paused and watched him closely.
"I'm fine... I'm just tired..." A broken smile leaned forward and pressed onto Jigen's lips, only to fall forward powerlessly a moment later.
"Lupin!"
He never thought that his body could be so heavy.
"Goemon! Quick!"
Wrapped in towels, the unconscious thief now lies on his left side on the couch. His breathing is weak, but regular.
"We should remove the dagger while he's unconscious."
"Already on it."
The fire snaked around the metal of the sharp blade, heating and disinfecting at the same time.
"Ready Goemon?"
The samurai's hand clasped the hilt of the blade. He closed his eyes.
"Yes."
Jigen stood close beside him, ready to stop the developing bleeding with heat.
"Wait." Goemon's eyes snapped open. "This blade is poisoned."
"Shit, are you sure?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
"Son of a bitch!" he quickly grabbed a clean towel. "Pull out, I'll put pressure on the wound. Then call the doctor."
Lupin's unconsciousness was a blessing, without the body tension Goemon could quickly pull out the dagger. Not only blood dripped from the blade, but also an unknown substance.
Soon blood gathered in the wound, and Jigen pressed the towel on it. Only so hard as not to push Lupin off the couch. He sat above his head, his shirt still soaked from the shower and barefoot.
"Don't you dare to die under my hands."
The attempt at a warning in his words failed completely. Concerned, he stroke his head, his sideburns and his cheek. Not only to alleviate his own fear, but also to reassure himself that he is still breathing.
It felt like hours before he exhales audibly with relief as Goemon returns with the doctor.
"It was wise not to cauterize the wound, otherwise the dose would probably have been fatal. According to your description, it is a scopolamine, an alkaloid extracted from a plant. He received the antidote, but it will take some time for him to regain consciousness. The amount ingested was significant, especially since it was introduced directly into the bloodstream. The rest of the wounds have been treated and the broken ribs are not too bad. Are you going to be okay so far?"
"Of course. Thank you very much." A thick wad of bills changes hands and the tension noticeably eases.
"What a crappy day."
Jigen's eyes were still fixed on Lupin through the slightly opened door, now lying in bed, freshly bandaged in the realm of unconsciousness.
Goemon sat on the couch with his eyes closed, feet and arms crossed, Zantetsuken leaning against his chest.
Jigen went to the sideboard, filled two glasses with ice cubes, and poured whiskey generously over them. With both glasses and the bottle he approaches the couch and placed one glass in front of Goemon, the ice cubes clinking tantalizingly against the glass.
"Do you think it is a good idea to drink now?"
He opens one eye and watches a drop run down the cold glass.
"I don't just think, I know."
He drops down on the couch next to him, his legs resting crossed on the table in front of them. He takes a huge gulp and sets the glass down, clinking. A crumpled cigarette finds its way to his lips and shortly thereafter fills his lungs with smoke. He puts his head back and leans it against the couch. His hat slides up a bit and reveals his otherwise hidden eyes. Once again they look in the direction of the bedroom before closing again with a low growl. He leans forward, finishes his glass and refills the glass.
"We did what was necessary, the rest is up to him now." Goemon's eyes remain closed. "Stay calm."
The second glass also was soon empty again and he poured himself another one. "I am calm. Enough talking now, don't make me drink alone." His hat was still slightly off, unveiled eyes on the one hand pleading, on the other determined.
Goemon knew this look only too well. It is visibly difficult for Jigen to speak soberly about something that occupies him, shakes him to the core or frightens him. Especially when it concerns Lupin.
In wise foresight he raised the glass offered to him and took a sip. He has an idea where this night will lead them. A pleasant feeling tickles his mouth, down his throat, and fills his body with tingling warmth.
The sense of time slipped away from both of them, just like the number of glasses they had already drunk. Only the empty bottle was a silent witness to the consumption.
Jigen's head had been leaning against Goemon's shoulder for several minutes; the hat had left its original place a long time ago. Both their faces not only flushed from the alcohol, the warmth and touch of both their bodies excite them. Jigen's hand rested on Goemon's thigh, his thumb stroking it with gentle movements. Not without consequences for both.
"Goemon...I...I'm so glad you're here. With me."
"I'm glad, too." The whiskey may speak from them, but their feelings even he can not influence. It only facilitates and accelerates their expression for them.
He bent even closer to Jigen and put his hand gently on his cheek. Forehead to forehead they pause briefly, their breath soaked with whiskey and cigarette smoke.
Their lips found each other, slow tongues exploring the other. Pleasurable moans joined in as they leaned deeper into each other's kisses.
Goemon's hand slowly moves from his face over his neck to his tie and loosens it. The top buttons of his shirt are quickly undone, revealing his chest.
"Goemon..." hot breath carried his breathed name to his ear and covered his whole body with a pleasant shiver.
He could hardly hold himself back. Trembling with lust, he grabbed the gunman by the loose collar and pulled him over so that he was sitting on him. Jigen let it happen, not only due to the alcohol in his body.
Pleasurably they both moaned as their cocks met, still trapped in clothing. He struggled a bit with his balance, but strong hands supported him while his shirt and tie slid to the floor. Passionate kisses accompanied their hands as they explored their now rhythmically moving bodies. The fabric of the hakama slips from his shoulders, the muscular chest underneath trembles under the experienced touch and gasps for air that flows from his mouth in excited bursts.
Suddenly, a tension ran through Jigen's body, in a flash he pulled his Magnum out of his belt and aimed in the direction of the door behind which Lupin was lying. Goemon did not dare to breathe, the atmosphere full of lovely sounds frozen. The only audible sound was a muffled snore from the direction he was aiming. A sigh of relief escaped him as he lowered the weapon and let himself sink against Goemon.
"Sorry,... I, I heard something and I thought..." His chest rose and fell with strain. "I couldn't help it..."
"Don't worry. It was inevitable to get up anyway. Shall we... well... go to the bedroom?" Goemon's gaze drops slightly as he utters these words, slightly embarrassed by his directness.
He could clearly feel the callus on Jigen's index finger as he lifted his chin with it.
"Thought you'd never ask."
A passionate kiss sealed the deal as they pulled each other up off the couch and headed to the other bedroom.
Goemon was the first to slowly settle down on the double bed. Jigen wanted to close the door, but hesitated briefly.
"It's okay."
"You sure?"
"Of course."
He was still worried about Lupin, there was no mistaking it. Maybe they can banish the worries together for a while.
Relieved, Jigen let his slacks fall to the ground, the magnum striking dully. The last piece of clothing on his body was just the hat. With a quick movement he threw it exactly on the bedside table.
He approached the bed, sat down next to Goemon and began to undress him. The more bare skin was revealed, the greater the sweet anticipation of their aroused bodies.
They settled down on the pleasantly cool sheet without taking their eyes off each other. Gently, Jigen put his hand on the younger man's face, his fingers stroking the soft, pale skin with fascination.
"You're beautiful." He closed his eyes briefly, an embarrassed smile his response. When he opened them again, Jigen pulled him close, his tongue successfully claiming its place in Goemon's mouth.
Their bodies tightly entwined, Jigen places the samurai under him, fixing his hands with his own. His kisses become more intense, the feeling as their bodies rubbing against each other elicits excited moans. A cry of pleasure from deep within their chests shakes them as their cocks finally touch.
The throbbing excitement between them reached its peak as Jigen began to spread Goemon's legs apart. It was difficult for him to detach himself now, a little hastily he reached into the nightstand to rummage for lubricant. Goemon took the moment to admire the marksman. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his eyes distracted by deep desire. His hairy chest tickled his smooth skin stimulatingly. Goemon's body contorted and writhed with excitement beneath him. Jigen rubbed some lube between his fingers to warm it up. Gently, his hand first stroked his hard cock, his balls and positioned himself in front of his entrance.
His moan was caught by wet lips as the finger played around him, caressing before finally penetrating. Dexterous movements almost made him go crazy, precum dripping down his shaft. A disappointed gasp was immediately followed by a sound of excitement as fingers were replaced by the pressure of a cock.
"Moan for me, Goemon."
He complied with Jigen's request as he penetrated him, the initial pain soon giving way to pure pleasure.
"D...Daisuke..." his lustfully breathed name makes him moan in turn as he thrusts deeper. Quickly the movement became more fluid, more intense, more powerful. Derailing facial features accompany the lustful sounds and rhythmic breathing.
Goemon's moan became a pleading whimper as he pushed his head back and his hands buried themselves in the sheet.
"D...Dai...Daisuke...I...can't..."
Desperately, his cock throbbed for redemptive touch, so close to climax.
Jigen pushed one knee forward so that he lifted Goemon's lower body upwards and supported himself with one arm on the bed to hold the position. The other arm under Goemon's shoulders he pulled him to himself, deeper into the kiss, deeper into him.
A cry fills the room as Goemon's cock rubs against Jigen's belly through the position and after a few more thrusts he finally gets redemption. The pressure as he comes pushes Jigen over the edge as well, he thrusts deep one last time, filling him hot throbbing. Trembling, they both paused and allowed themselves to be overwhelmed.
Sweaty they looked at each other and with a soft smile let themselves catch their breath again. Jigen stroked Goemon's hair out of his face, kissed him on the cheek and slowly pulled out of him. He settled down next to him, drained, tired, and satisfied. For a few minutes they just lay there enjoying the moment.
"How do you feel?"
"Good, relieved. And a little dirty. But in a good way." Goemon's cheeks blushed a little again. Quickly the traces of physical love left behind were removed from each other. "I'm going to the bathroom. And for a cigarette. Be right back." he said as he got up, but not without another kiss.
"All right. So... are you spending the night with me?"
"Why stop now?"
Goemon smiled delightedly and snuggled into the cozy bed.
After Jigen had also satisfied these needs and Goemon had also visited the bathroom, he looked into Lupin's bedroom. The thief lay peacefully snoring before him. With a smile, he closed the door completely as he snuggled up behind Goemon before they both fell asleep contentedly.
Oh man, when Lupin wakes up he's going to be so pissed off that he had to sleep alone.