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It was Lupin's third theft in as many weeks. After his conversation with Sunshine he'd gone off and gotten himself properly drunk, just to get a third perspective on the matter, and then struck out twice with two increasingly annoyed women and gone home alone.

The question was never 'is Zenigata worth it'. Obviously, Zenigata was great, but Zenigata was not the treasure he was trying to hunt down here. The question was 'is trying to get a relationship with Zenigata that's more than occasional drinking buddies and sworn rivals worth it'. Was it worth it to disrupt the status quo, and would the treasure he got by disrupting it be worth the loss?

Klaus had, unfortunately, been incredibly unforthcoming about whether the sex was any good and Sunshine hadn't had as much perspective on romancing him as he'd hoped. (Boy, he'd read that one totally wrong.) He'd poked Fujiko about it a little but she'd assumed he was jealous and played up Zenigata's prowess and romantic charms just to needle him, only to find him storming out on her.

The next week, a diamond quietly went missing in Sweden. After that, a gold-plated vintage car in Australia vanished from a mob boss's personal collection. It wasn't quite the same without Pops but it also wasn't boring...losing Pops as a rival wouldn't shatter what made theft worth it. He'd had to convince himself of that before he could escalate to the next step.

(Of course he hadn't bugged the apartment. That would just be rude. But he had hidden a camera next to the door, just so he could see when Pops started residing in it again.)

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"It's like...okay, at Milliways, yeah?" Maybe the booze was a bad idea. Or a great one. Most of his ideas are both. "You didn't say just fuck off, I don't even want to see you, you said let's be nice to each other and not keep up the chase all the time. And then you go stick your dick in the first guy you find who fits my profile, too."

Welp. Just lay it right out there, then.

"Klaus came on to me!" Zenigata blurted, turning red in the face. He's not ashamed of saying yes, but Lupin makes it sound dirtier. "Do you know how infrequently that happens? Like I'm going to turn down someone who-- who wants me. Why would I do that? Who cares how he looks? He wanted me."

A sip of desire to a parched man only makes him thirstier, and Zenigata's had a hell of a dry spell.

"It's friends with benefits, that's all!" Zenigata continued, turning red. "I'm not in love with him, anymore than he is with me. I'm a safer alternative to turning tricks and I don't think he looked at my wallet when he asked me to bed with him."

"So you're saying you absolutely weren't attracted to him at all, right? A total pity fuck?" He's skeptical.

"I never said that," Zenigata said, grumbling. "The first time, I took him up because it'd be crazy not to. The second time, third time, fourth time... He's a perfectly attractive man with big doe eyes and and a smile that lights up when it's real. If that means I have-- have a type, then so what?"

Nothing criminal about having a type.

Even if the type is hard-drinking monkey men.

"You and I really have very different taste," Lupin grumbles. "Tiny little shoulders like that, no muscles, concave cleavage? Not my style at all."

Huh. Wonder who he might be describing.

"What's wrong with my taste? Wiry and lean, flexible as all hell, hips with perfect hand holds," Zenigata shot back. He can't believe he's defending Klaus in this -- or laying out what he likes. Either or. He folded his arms over his chest. "I like similar things in men and women: short, petite, dark haired, and doe eyed. He's dark haired, big doe eyes, smart and witty, and not afraid to go after what he wants, even if it's a busted old cop. Loyal to a fault, too, even to people who may not deserve it. Thankfully, as he frequently reminds me, nearly everybody is short for me."

He sniffed disdainfully. "Also, a big chest isn't necessary! He filled out that demure dress he wore last week just fine."

Better than fine. He's still confused about that one, but eventually someone will explain genderplay and everything will be far more clear.

"Oh, you like guys in dresses, huh?" It's...it's weird hearing Zenigata talk about what he wants. It suddenly strikes Lupin that aside from justice or whatever the fuck, this isn't something Zenigata does much.

Lupin likes it. Ought to do it more.

And like a switch is flipped, Zenigata turns downright bashful, the pink on his cheeks half from quickly consumed liquor, half from sudden embarrassment that he is being seen. He reaches for another cup, but then thinks beter of it and starts to stack the ones he's collected.

"Was nice," he said, eyes on the cups. "Different. I didn't even-- ask. He just did it. It suited him."

It wasn't a want, he didn't ask for it, it was simply... a gift. A surprise gift. Everything about Klaus is a surprise gift. He's so damned lucky that the man likes him even a little bit, that he can feel desirable again after so long.

"Hey, I wore a dress for you more than once. Pretty recently too. Didn't that mean anything? You didn't even ask that time either." Look at him. Look how he's more quality than Klaus. Look at him.

"You wore a dress to spy on me," Zenigata says, pointing at him with one hand. "That's different. Sonia was... a blanket. A-- a cover! You didn't want me to know it was you! Klaus wanted me to know it was him."

That's one way of putting it, anyway.

"Anyway, it's not important. Dresses. Klaus. This isn't about him except..." Why is it about him? Because he's Lupin's double? Zenigata really thinks on this, before he decides honesty is in fact the best policy. "...you know what, so what. He looks like you. There, fine, I said it. Just enough sideways from you to be safe. I'll still get a lot of questions if anyone from Interpol finds out I'm dating someone who could almost pass fore you, but... why does it matter? You mock me every chance you get! Why should I ever think you're-- upset he's sleeping with me instead of you? Are you just... angry? That he does? That you think you're being replaced?"

Does he not understand that he's utterly irreplaceable?

"I'm mostly angry you replaced me with an inferior version. Seriously, if you wanted to bang a guy who's a talented thief and schemer who's a crack shot, an expert manipulator and has ten percent body fat, I know a great guy in the French government to introduce you to." Granted Albert tended to go for artsy twinks but that was Albert's problem.

Lupin swirls the monkey cup around in his hand a few times, fuming a bit. "What's this Klaus guy got that I don't, except a waffle fixation?"

"Hard pass," Zenigata mumbled, looking down at his stack of cups. The obscene horse rode on the top, and he wondered not for the first time, why anyone would seriously want this in their home, or consider it a treasure.

"Klaus isn't inferior, he's just different," Zenigata said, brows furrowing over his nose. "He just told me that he wanted me. Nobody else has taken a shot. Ipso facto, Klaus gets laid because Klaus wants me to lay him."

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“When a fish restaurant suddenly starts putting sausage on the menu but doesn’t advertise, you gotta expect most people won’t know to order the sausage,” Lupin says snidely, his shoulders hunching up protectively. “How was I supposed to know you’d say yes if I asked?”

...but would he?

Zenigata shrugged, hands in his lap. "I'm a closeted man in Interpol. You were never supposed to know. Nobody is. Every time I take Klaus over I wonder if this is the day someone from works sees us and then that's it, cat's out of the bag. Maybe it's stupid to be afraid, but -- I'm a public figure. Things like that come out, and suddenly they're looking close at everything else I do, or was seen with, or..."

Trailing of, Zenigata looks up and finally musters the courge to look into Lupin's face and say it straight: "Or places I might be emotionally compromised."

Lupin doesn’t react because he’s not sure if this is real. He’s never sure if it’s real. Dating Fujiko will do that to a guy.

“Right. But you’re also saying that any man who so much as asks gets to have you, and I’m the kind of guy who likes to shove his way to the front of the line.” He leans on the low table, grinning a bit sleazy and a bit drunk and totally smug.

Fujiko does a lot of things to a guy.

"You ain't shoved shit," Zenigata says, looking at him. He picked up one of the still-filled cups. "And not any man. My self-esteem isn't that shitty. Klaus makes me feel like I matter. Like I'm important, what I want... is important. You don't even--"

There's a word at the tip of his tongue, but he changes it out at the last second: "Ask."

He drinks his sake to keep from saying anymore about that.

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“And if I did?”

Tell him it’d be worth it. Tell him you’d want it. He’s halfway over the table by now.

"I dunno, Lupin," Zenigata put one elbow on the table, leaning over his cups a little bit. "Are you going to ask because you want to take something from Klaus, or are you going to ask because you want to start something with me?"

Tell him he's wanted because he's the partner that Lupin wants, n0ot the object Lupin desires to take from someone else. Tell him he's desired because he's Zenigata. Tell him the risk is worth it, as he leans over the other half of the table, eyes wide and pupils blown.

That hungry look intensifies. "Not the first one," he mutters, leaning in a little closer. "But....might be the second one."

That's all the commitment he'll give before he goes in for the kiss.

It'll do; so long as he's not a thing to steal from another -- those treasures get spent or put aside. Zenigata's in it for the long haul -- he always has been.

One hand comes back to the back of Lupin's head, fingers carding through his hair. He doesn't want to rush, he doesn't want it frantic lust, so he exerts some control as best he can, focusing instead on the mouth he's thought about too many times the last few night, the brilliant green of Klaus' dress invoking memories of a younger Lupin in an emerald blazer.

So he takes his time, getting the feel of him, the shape of his lips, snagging the lower one to suck on for a moment before he tilts his head to deepen the kiss.

The kiss was what had worried him. Lupin had stressed over whether that moment would be when he finally found himself disgusted and pulled away, when he'd finally realized he had only been after the chase and never the quarry. That this would be the moment when all of Zenigata's concerns would be validated.

Instead he shoves the cups to the side so he can climb right over that table and keep on kissing.

Zenigata makes a little sound, but it's lost in the clatter of the cups and the spilling of sake all over the floor. He should have known that if one gives Lupin an inch, he would greedily race for the mile.

So Zenigata does what he has to: grab him, pull him into his lap and roll to press him back. He doesn't stop kissing him, but he reaches for control, for leverage, for something. All thoughts of he's not good enough for you goes out the window, all caution tossed to the wind.

He'll remember himself in a minute or two, when he comes up for air, lips kiss-swollen. "L--Lupin--"

So much for 'no, I have too much self-respect for you'. Lupin grins and cuts off the protests with another kiss, tongue slipping between his lips and lanky legs curling around his hips.

A lot of things are being reconsidered. Zenigat's got Lupin's tongue in his mouth and the thief's legs locked around his waist. Scrabbling a little, he finally gets one hand to a wrist, and pulls it down, and then the other.

Flush faced, he hoisted himself up, trying to keep Lupin's hands in his control; pinned above his head, preferably, but the thief was like an eel and keeping up with his movements was actually bloody difficult, even for an expert in joint locks.

"Lupin! S-- slow down."

"Why?" asks Lupin, slipping out of the holds as easily as he's put in them, his grin growing to manic levels. Why wait, he's already been so good and had to wait so long and they have so much lost time to make up for.