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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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"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.

"Because--" he said, though laughter is warring with something deeper, welling up his chest. "Because-- I--"

There's a lot of voices now, banging around his head. Talking about being a fraud, being better than this, being... what? He's just got so much feeling welling up inside him that his eyes start to leak even as he laughs, tears beading up on his lashes.

"God, you stupid monkey," he finally blurts, disheveled as his robp hangs open and his face flushes. "Just let me have this."

Well, which is it, Koichi? Are you too good for this, or are you not good enough for him? Either pick one or throw them all out the window and let Lupin steal his treasure.

Lupin's thumb comes up and wipes one of those tears away, his smile going soft now. "You've got it," he says quietly, and shifts to a slower, calmer kiss.

It's easy to boil a frog if you start out slow and heat the water up slowly, rather than just drop him into a boiling pot. He does not, however, stop kissing the thief. He just wants to drink him all in, learn the contours of his mouth.

He rolls back, bringing Lupin up atop him -- showing his belly in surrender as he catches Lupin's face in his hands.

"It's always--" he murmurs, his tongue gluing to the roof of his mouth before he swallows hard. "It's always been you. Wherefore-- Hah. Do you remember? Wherefore art thou Zenigata? Blood called to blood. Because it couldn't be anybody else."

He lays there looking up at Lupin, realizing just how deep down the hole he's been with his feelings when he can look up into the thief's face and see that radiant, stupid, monkey-lipped smile.

"Look at you, all sappy over me. It's cute." Lupin streches out on top of him, legs on top of legs, chest to chest, nibbling on his ear. "Hey, how much time you had to explore this place, huh? You checked all the drawers?"

There's a little harrumphing, while the original tsundere turns his head and says, "It's not like that!" Except he just said that it was, so best to move on to an entirely different topic whatsoever.

"Lupin, I went straight to the office when my plane hit the tarmac," Zenigata said, though he's stroking a hand along the other man's back, feeling the slick leather blazer under his fingertips in a whole new way. "I didn't get here until-- a few minutes before you showed up, probably. I haven't even unpacked except to shower. I just found the robe in the bathroom, so I used it."

Lupin reaches to one of the nearby bookshelves and does a little twisting of his fingers, opening a false bottom. When his hand comes back he's got two condoms and a little lube packet. Coyly, he puts one of the condoms in his teeth.

"I got plenty more things you can use here."