c17h19no3 | [ private movie screenings. ]

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lupin

[ private movie screenings. ]

[ When working with Arsène Lupin the Third, the one thing to always remember is that the man is, in a word, unpredictable. It's a running constant, the one common thread that weaves all of his actions together to form their ever-expanding, staggeringly elaborate tapestry of adventures. Unshakable, unbreakable, unstoppable: that's Lupin, and Jigen honestly has no idea what he'd been expecting when his partner'd walked up to him that morning, swaying lightly on the balls of his feet to an invisible tune, hands in his pockets like he'd just pilfered something of Jigen's that Jigen would be exceedingly angry about later.

In reality, though, what'd come out of Lupin's mouth was a simple, disarming:

"Wanna go see a movie?"

Delivered with all the coyness of a boy asking someone out on a first date, complete with exaggerated fidgeting and an "aw-shucks" pout that'd distinctly rubbed Jigen the wrong way.

"No", he'd replied with finality, and he'd thought that that would be that...

...but here he is now, bag of freshly-made caramel corn tucked under one arm, peering into a cozy home theater that would comfortably seat a crowd of thirty.

He feels like he's been conned into this.

He probably has.

But being the painstakingly conscientious man that he is, disgustingly true to his word once he's given it, Jigen settles into one of the surprisingly plush chairs in the middle of the room and throws his feet up, resting the heel of his new shoes onto the back of the seat in front of him. If he's doing this, he's in it for the long haul. ]

What did you say we were watching, Lupin?

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[That's all well and good, keeping mum about Fujiko's jiggles-- Lupin has a lot of Feelings about those, and a jealous monkey will make for an even more annoying time.

Lupin opens his mouth, chewed popcorn miraculously doesn't fall out, to bitch on account of Lupin's bitching, and that's when the real ass kicking begins. All those long legs for miles, kicking miles, kicking faces that leave grown, cocky men reeling. Lupin's heart is reeling, his gaze whips back to the screen and he crows--]

Atta girl! You can kick my ass any day, wheeeew.

[He levels a haughty glance Jigens way and says--] See? What now, mister Plot Thickening? [crams a triumphant handful of popcorn in his maw, chased down by a swig of good ol' coke]

[ A quick "yeah, yeah", to indicate that he does, in fact, appreciate the fact that Lucy Liu can kick so high while wearing leather. It's not a practical fabric to run around in, let alone kick ass in; kudos to you, angels, kudos to you.

The sad part of this is that Jigen is largely watching for the plot— or looking for bits and pieces of it where he can, over the noise of Lupin's hooting— and even manages a laugh when the Thin Man appears to be profoundly creepy to the lovely Miss Barrymore. ]

That guy... [ he says, pointing to the screen and whispering to his partner, as if there are other people he can disturb with this snippet of conversation ] ...looks like someone I know from my hitman days.

[ Also known as seedy guy #3863049853 who will inevitably show up sometime in the future to challenge Jigen to a much-unneeded duel. ]

[The leather doesn't leave much to the imagination, that's for sure. His heart is equally pitter-patter over each tight crease of a pencil skirt, or the teasing top three buttons of a stark white blouse opened, big eyes looking down a pair of glasses. Drew, baby, eat his heart out.

That monkey face automatically turns to Jigen to catch the amusement in his eyes, the hushed whisper of his breath fanned across his cheeks, now sweet. His head dips so his mouth is scant inches away from one angular cheek, his gaze on Jigen's eyes while his own voice is a stage whisper (oooh, just the two of us)]

Which someone? There are so many, I don't know how you keep track of 'em. Is it by appointment only? If he's like this guy, you've got nothing to worry about. So lame, so lame~!

[ There are way too many pigtails in this movie for Jigen to be remotely turned on, but he'll take it. He can only imagine how Goemon survived this ordeal; presumably with his eyes closed.

If Jigen's body language was all about "this is so much bullshit and I hate you" just a half an hour ago, due credit can be given to the power of movie magic for loosening that iron-forged personal bubble. His usual allowances for invasion are made in units of inches— feet, when he's feeling particularly hostile— but that's shrunk to centimeters and millimeters, the brim of his borsalino folded against Lupin's hair, turned up and providing shade for the both of them. ]

Josh...Nash? Something "-sh". [ clearly, this guy made an impression. One brow shoots up when Lupin insinuates that the minor villain on-screen is, in fact, minor, and he puts a hand up to his lips in that universal motion of "be quiet". ] —Hey, watch it. Don't spoil the damn movie.

[The school girl look doesn't do it for him? But it'd be fun to tug on...well he just doesn't know a good thing when he sees it in the media, surely if he saw it for real he'd understand.

(the bass drops low, the camera pans to Lupin the 3rd, thief extraordinaire, where he sits up on a desk, school girl skirt riding low on hairy thighs. He twirls one pigtail around an index finger, and yes he's popping gum. "Gonna confiscate this, teach~?" Is that cleavage regulation??)

He tips the rapidly emptying bag of popcorn against his mouth, lets the dwindeling remains sweep into that big gross maw, smacks them lips way too loudly in this tiny theater]

Something sh. [deadpan] Shhharp. [snorts] If you had seen this with me and Goemon you'd know by now that Charlie--

[ Jigen Daisuke: can only score with infants, or women metaphorically or literally in coffins.

(in this scenario, jigen daisuke is playing the role of the surly substitute teacher who, upon seeing lupin the third in thigh-highs and pigtails, reaches for his cellphone and immediately calls campus security, also known as goemon ishikawa the thirteenth.

and then starts laughing his ass off. sexy.)

"Sharp" is as good a guess as any, but urgency dictates that Jigen clamp a hand over Lupin's bigass mouth to shut him up about Charlie or Alex or who's hooking up with who later. This rudeness??? ]

Oi, quit it. [ He hisses, so he doesn't miss this riveting speech that Cameron Diaz is making. ] Pipe down, I can't hear.

[Look they've already had the talk about dead hookers, man, that has no place in this goddamn series--

(Cue Lupin scowling hard, kicking a heel against the desk and demanding what the hell's so funny! He's not gonna be laughing when he does this-- which is wrap one long leg around Jigen's hip and pull him closer. So sexy this substitute will just tell the security guard to be with buddha, a false alarm--

is what this naughty school girl assumes. When Jigen stops choking on his laughter.)

Naturally Lupin must do as social etiquette demands of him-- he makes a noise of protest in the back of his throat, then drags the flat of his tongue over Jigen's palm. Mmm, sweet. Rough on his tastebuds.]

[ (clearly that scenario ends with a repetition of that scene from Princess of the Breeze, with a bashful goemon retreating with entirely the wrong idea.

or the right idea.

either way, goemon is destined to lead a life where he has to endure these moments, one badly timed visit at a time.)

There's something on-screen about solidarity in the name of friendship, or something to the effect of not letting whoever whoever get in the way of whatever whatever, but Jigen's attention is wrenched back to himself and that tongue, too warm and demanding too much attention.

The sound he makes is distinctly inelegant, a half-splutter, half-choke as he banks sharply away from Lupin and collides with the armrest opposite of him. ]

Christ— what are you, five? Can't you sit still and watch your own goddamn movie?!

[(What the fuck did Goemon do in his former incarnation to deserve this? Can a person's karma really be that low? Next time he should shoot for being reincarnated as a butterfly. It's way more dignified.)

He'd be eating up the speech and the glow in his girls, girls, girls after his own heart-- Jigen's reaction has him grinning a grin so wide it nearly splits his face, he closes the distance between them so subtly, with just the toe of one shoe plunking into Jigen's, shoulders aligned towards him. He smacks his lips, laughs:]

I wouldn't know what to do with a babysitter like you in that case. I've seen it so many times already, I could quote it to you! Don't you know the atmosphere's perfect in here?

Then why the hell did you choose this one—

[ He manages between grunts, craning his neck back, back, back to hit the side of the empty chair next to him. It's a good thing that this place is just for the two of them... or is it.

Drew Barrymore shoots the both of them a judgmental look, which is coincidental but makes Jigen feel like he's being watched. Don't do this, Drew. ]

You said, "want to go see a movie?". I'm seeing the damn movie!

I said don't you wanna see a private screening? No one'll be on their phones, it's perfect, no interruptions.

[Jigen's acting like there's a damn snake in the grass beside him or something (he's not too far off, there). Lupin's just innocently sitting there, knee pressed against Jigen's, trynna watch this movie. Too bad his gaze is anything but innocent-- a shark's toothy grin coupled with a tiger's sharp gaze, matter of fact. He innocently reaches over for Jigen's popcorn, plunges his hand right in, straight to the bottom, where nimble fingers squeeze through paper, are burnt a little by caramel and junk--

only to reach the promised land: the outline of Jigen's junk through his pants. Nice.]

Perfect to fool around in!

Damn it, Lupi—

[ His voice hitches halfway through the second syllable, hand on his crotch cutting off his breathing for the precious second it would have taken to finish his brief sentence. Venom creeps into his glare, obscured slightly by the skewed slant of his hat, and a hand rifles through the rumpled mess of his popcorn bag to grab onto his partner's wrist. ]

I'm not foolin' around with that— [ he motions towards Lucy Liu, doing something undercover, herself barely covered. ] —playing in the background.

[Even through the circle of fingers around his wrist, trying to parry his sword's stroke ~~oh god~~, a giggle tumbles from lips stretched wide with promise. Those nimble fingers wiggle between the scant inches Jigen's obscured him from his target, teasingly, warning.]

What's wrong with that?! It's perfect atmosphere, what do you want, the creaking of some grandma's rocking chair or something? [snorts] I know Cameron's at least gotta get you kinda hot...you feel a little hot.

[ En garde... Jigen has no idea how Lupin can even think of getting it up in this situation, but then again, Jigen is the kind of guy that expects "dames" to walk into offices in fur coats and to smell like trouble. Maybe he's not the best judge of atmosphere.

The bag of popcorn is bumped from his knee in an attempt to dislodge Lupin's hand from it, which ends in popcorn getting spilled all over the place, on his pants, on the seat, on the floor. Cleanup on aisle... whatever. ]

Idiot, I like brunettes. [ He says, as if this is a perfect deterrent. Sorry Cameron, no offense...you're still a grade-A cutie. The scales in this tug-of-war aren't tipping in his favor, though, so Jigen moves in instead of pulling back, trying to get the fly with honey and not vinegar. ] Just let me watch the goddamn thing, isn't that what you wanted.

[ Appealing to Lupin's love for victory?? This is such a shoddy plan, but Jigen's not exactly the plans guy. ]

[A gust of wind could blow twelve miles over China and Lupin would pop a boner, that's just how this goes.

Lupin has enough time to let his own empty bag drop to the sticky depths of the floor, more arm room so he can skim up Jigen's opposite knee with a free hand-- just to funnel a few scoops of popcorn off, of course. His partner's cooperation makes his pulse spike, a pleased heat flushes over his face as he leans in, too, so close he could brush his chin against the very end of his beard.]

Lucky you, you've got a raven haired beauty, ready and willing. Take me, Jigen-sama~ [bats his eyelashes] What I wanted? Jigen, I wanted you. [matter of fact, despite the twinkle in his eyes]

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[ Well. That plan was a spectacular failure: not only is Lupin's face right there, he has to contend with the directness of those words, shot straight at him in a clear trajectory. Clearly, Jigen's not the only one with expert aim here.

A hand comes up to deflect, trusty boralino serving as a defense between his windows to his soul and Lupin's. They're close enough that the back of his hand brushes Lupin's jaw during the motion, which is also another unintended effect. ]

What's a guy gotta do to watch his damn movie in peace?

[ He says, but he's just embarrassed, stupid tryhard. Lupin and his damn lines... Jigen gives him shit constantly about how bad they are, and yet, here he is. He's a sucker. ]

[He makes an equally pleased little sound in the back of his throat as worn knuckles brush his jawline, and even though Jigen's trying to effectively use Withdraw! into his hat, he can tell it's working.

He runs his palms up and down Jigen's knees, up and down and up and up, squeezes his thighs. When he speaks his voice has taken on that husky purr]

I think it's far too late for that, don't you? We could always rent it if you're that worried about Lucy Liu.

[ Clever hands, clever fingers. Jigen's not a particularly difficult safe to crack, and there's not exactly space enough to move away unless he actually gets up to excuse himself.

He has no idea why he's not getting up to excuse himself.

Instead, he grumbles lightly under his breath ("stupid jackass, you probably have three copies of the damn DVD under your pillow") and reaches up to remove his hat and hook it on the chair behind him, freeing his hair and face and teeth, the very latter exposed to bite with annoyed affection at Lupin's jaw. Bad dog, no teething. ]

How long is this damn thing, anyway.

[ He still wants to know what happens to Drew! ]

[Don't tell anyone, but this is one of Lupin's favorite types of safes to crack; hard at first, there's a stone wall and fucking chainmail and there's a timer set to explode in fiery retribution if he should twist too much to the left]

Long enough to have you-- [he breathes, chin tipped forward, further into Jigen's mouth, the beard whispering against his skin. He smooths those lightning quick hands up until he's got Jigen's zipper undone, he traces the pads of two fingers over the hot little (well, never little) beginning of interest in Jigen's underwear. Star print today? Those are definitely Lupin's. The thought makes his smile all the more toothy.]

But I'm a gentleman, we all know that. So I won't be cruel...

[the opposite hand unfastens one, two, three buttons starting from the bottom of Jigen's dress shirt, delves beneath the fabric to slide his palm over shifting muscles and scars he knows so well]

This DJ is open to requests to make you sing.

[ How does he move this fast, is what Jigen thinks as his shirt and pants loosen for a little more ventilation. He'd like to think that he isn't so easy, that there's no way he could be getting even a little bit hard as he plays right into Lupin's hand (literally), but there it is; it's distressing how this sort of thing works out.

Teeth graze up and towards an ear, inelegant and unrefined when they find an earlobe and nibble at it. Lupin's always been as eloquent with his touch as he is with his words, but Jigen can only operate on one setting, straightforward, and there's no tricks or plays to his movements— one hand unbuckling his partner's belt with little decorum, the other braced against his chair as he hisses a thin exhale. ]

Quick and dirty. [ It's almost a taunt, dry but amused. Knuckles drag along the outline of Lupin's zipper when the belt gives way, rapping gently at the slight mound as if to ask if he's "knocking on wood". Jigen's so funny. ] To hell with being a gentleman, I ain't no lady.

[A breathless little uuhh rushes from Lupin's mouth, hips roll into the motion of the knock, the barest hint of pressure behind it. Goosebumps pop out along his skin and the very breath, the very hint of teeth scoring his earlobe has his head lolling to one side-- Jigen's words cause his mouth to form a smile of promise, as promising as Jigen's exhale that ruffles his hair, makes him shiver, as promising as the hand Lupin traces up and up and up, nails the barest hint of nail because he knows Jigen doesn't hate it, not at all, as promising as--]

Quick and dirty, just like how you take your coffee? You like your thieves how you like your coffee? [Chuckling low and dark, he circles his fingers around Jigen's dick through the fabric and gives him an appreciative squeeze]

No, this isn't fit for the delicate eyes of an innocent lady. This is as good as Fight Club, and you know what they say...you're already breaking all the rules.

[Fuck Club? Fuck Dumbass Thieves Club?]

[ The background noise is distracting— is that a hint of a plot going on?— but it's not as distracting as the sudden coil of heat that curls from his gut, prompting a thin slide of suit pants that crinkle the faux-velvet of the theater seats. Jigen is suddenly very aware of where all his blood is going (to his dick and his face, if we're going to be crass), very aware that Lupin is going to be able to tell, with his cheek against Jigen's cheek, hand against Jigen's vitals (very vitals).

A trigger finger drags itself along the waistband of Lupin's pants, the lips pressed against Lupin's ear ghosting into a smile at the lack of chiseled abs (as much as Lupin would have everyone believe otherwise). ]

I don't like you at all, idiot.

[ There's a stronger word he'd use, which is the root of this paper-thin verbal defense. His breath hitches, smooth tenor dragged along sandpaper to make the ends of his vowels rustle. It's uncomfortable, sitting like this, so he shifts and rests hi back against the armrest of the adjacent chair, ignoring how the plastic digs into the small of his back to draw one knee up and onto cushioning. ]

And you're the one that broke the damn rules first, don't try to pin this on me.

[Oh he can absolutely tell. The heat brands him, to the very bones in his face, to the sparks going off to his brain and the sparks going off in his cock--he's suddenly blazing hot from the inside out, and it spreads through every vein and node. He mirrors the smile against his ear, encourages the trigger finger's exploration with another roll of his hips.

Lupin goes ahead and shifts until their thighs touch, traverses the sharp hitch in breath, wants to watch it unfold in rather unseen eyes but oh, he wouldn't give up that rumble at his ear until Jigen chooses to. He's a gentleman, see? Proven in the clever fingers that reach right through the slit in Jigen's boxers in order to wrap around the tip of his cock, thumb the barest hint of pressure]

Yeah? Well I guess it's too bad I like you just as much as you say you don't. I'll have to steal that too, I suppose.

[he hums low, considers on a low octave]

They're more like guidelines, anyway. Meant to be broken. You didn't make it very easy, you know.

[Actually, he had. He knew the moment he'd awoken that morning, the second Jigen's knee had brushed his at the table.]

[ Jigen likes to keep a close limiter on things, prefers to keep himself reeled back for when he needs to dial things in, to be the suppressor. Or, at the least, that's what he thinks— never chase, always quietly follow— when the fact of the matter, the reality of things, is that Lupin makes that all seem like bullshit, car-crash lips dotting disasters on Jigen's skin, making his heart race under flooding adrenaline.

(He knows he sticks around for the thrill, because his blood runs boiling when Lupin gets that glint in his eye.)

He's not impatient, but he is enjoying himself. He groans with lupine ferocity when a thumb drags over his too-hard dick, rewarding his partner's effort with a low shit that he bites into Lupin's jaw. ]

You think you can get everything that easy?

[ That's almost a laugh, that little lilt that lifts up the corner of that question. Never a fan of being outdone or outmatched, Jigen buries his hand under the fabric of Lupin's boxers (probably actually his, judging by the modest tartan pattern) and curls his fingers blindly around the base of Lupin's hardon. It's not a competition, he knows, but pesky pride has him start stroking first, easing his hand against Lupin's heat. ]

[Lupin's hips jerk to a start under the attention of Jigen's rough fingers and the Jigen that falls from dry lips is more of a keening request than anything. He can't even protest how it's no fun if its easy, if theres no challenge its not worth it, too caught up in the surge of excitement and want that pulses through him.

He's the impatient one, now-- now that Jigen's got him fired up even more, like a volcanic heat spreading across every single cell, like they could burn the fucking seats from a single touch. He rubs his thumb over the head of Jigen's cock, right along the slit, before he twists those long fingers and strokes, not one to be outdone]

Never, it's no fun that way-- and you're hard-- [trails off with a punched out laugh, like he's goddamn funny] A Lupin always gets what he wants in the end...you and I both know that.

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please be with me, Jesus

god has forsaken you, my child..............

if i'm going down i'm dragging you with me

i'm already in hell...what more could u want...

we have to go to the deepest pit in hell thats what

this is the thread for it, god!!!

i'm just saying =u=

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