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Zenigata was in a bit of a pickle.
He’d managed to apprehend Lupin by catching him off guard with a sedative. Zenigata requested that a private plane or helicopter arrive to take Lupin back to Japan in order to be properly arrested.
The commissioner said no. He said he was willing to foot the bill for two plane tickets, but a helicopter would not be provided. He cited Zenigata’s frivolous use of funds as the reason the request was denied.
And so, here he was. No jet, no helicopter. Business class on a commercial airplane with dozens of innocent civilians surrounding him.
He looked back over at Lupin, who was still fast asleep. He was slumped against the window, snoring lightly. His wrists were tightly cuffed together, though Zenigata placed a blanket over Lupin’s lap to hide the cuffs. No reason to alarm any of the passengers.
The flight was going to be about eight hours, Zenigata was grateful it wasn’t any longer. He’d have to give Lupin another dose of the sedative about halfway through the flight. If Lupin threw a fit while being sedated for the second time, he’d cause a huge scene. Zenigata’s imagination filled in the gaps, supplying him with a scene of Lupin acting as if Zenigata was kidnapping him.
I don’t know you! Where am I? Why did you drug me?! Help!!!
Zenigata shuddered. That was the last kind of public humiliation he needed when he was in deep shit with the commissioner.
Lupin had escaped from airplanes before, but never while drugged. The chance of him jumping out with a parachute was significantly lower. If everything went well, Lupin would be in a cop car and on his way to prison the moment the plane touched Japanese soil. Zenigata just hoped they would make it there. There was always a chance that one of his little friends snuck on board in disguise and was waiting for a moment alone with him. Zenigata wasn’t going to take that risk, deciding right away to not leave the thief’s side.
Lupin didn’t even react when the plane took off. His head just bounced against the window. Zenigata kept a close eye on him anyway. He told himself it was because Lupin’s still a dangerous criminal and needed to be monitored even while asleep. He couldn't help but worry about a negative reaction to the sedative though.
He didn’t realize that there was a stewardess behind him until there was a gentle tap on his shoulder. He startled and whipped around to see her. The young flight attendant smiled at him.
“Inspector Zenigata, right?” she said quietly, as to not disturb the surrounding passengers.
“That indeed,” Zenigata fumbled, getting his badge out of his inner coat pocket. He flashed it to her, making sure she got a good look before he tucked it away.
The stewardess smiled, “Pleasure to be of service, Inspector. Thank you for not causing any disturbance for the other passengers, and we’re sorry we can’t supply any more security for you.”
“Not a problem, miss. He’s been sedated as you can see, and he shouldn’t cause any trouble. I’ll make sure of that.”
The stewardess giggled,“I must say I’m a little starstruck.”
Zenigata felt his cheeks turn a bit warm. It wasn’t often that he was recognized by younger women. “You are?”
“Well yes, I never thought I would see Lupin the th-“
“ Shh ,” Zenigata hissed, “ Please don’t alarm the other passengers! ”
“M-my apologies, Inspector!” The stewardess bowed and fluttered off, clearly embarrassed.
Zenigata sighed. Even drugged, Lupin was stealing his thunder.
He turned back to Lupin, half expecting Lupin to have squeezed through the window while he wasn’t looking. Thankfully, Lupin was right where he left him, out like a light.
Just a few more hours , Zenigata thought to himself. Then it will be all over.
About two hours into the flight, Lupin woke up. Still being drugged, he hadn’t been doing much other than the occasional quiet groan. Zenigata worried nonetheless. He only had one extra syringe of the sedative and if he gave it to Lupin now, Lupin might be lucid during landing which would be a problem. He needed to wait until the midway point.
For about half an hour, Lupin didn’t do much other than roll his head around from shoulder to shoulder. His eyes were heavy lidded, unfocused and glazed-over. It was an uncomfortable look for Lupin. Zenigata had seen him drugged before, but never for an extended period of time. Zenigata usually saw Lupin full of energy and constantly blabbing. Sedated, Lupin looked weak and vulnerable. Pathetic. Anyone could do anything they wanted to him and he would be powerless to stop them. For some reason, Zenigata felt like he was protecting Lupin, rather than the passengers.
Lupin’s head rolled over again, this time onto Zenigata’s shoulder. He jumped, not expecting the contact.
Lupin blinked slowly, gazing ahead at nothing. His jaw hung open slightly, some drool dribbling out.
With a sigh, Zenigata used the blanket in Lupin’s lap to wipe Lupin’s face. It was surprisingly intimate.
Time continued to pass. Lupin continued to rest his head on Zenigata’s shoulder. A stewardess offered them a bottle of water, which Zenigata gladly took.
At the three hour mark, Lupin began to make more noise. He hummed and groaned a bit more, his eyes blinking more and more frequently. The sedative was wearing off.
Zenigata folded his sweaty hands in his lap, wondering how soon he’d have to give the second dose. It was starting to drive him crazy. He couldn’t risk giving it too early… but how soon would Lupin realize what was happening?
“Mmm…. uhnn… pops?” Lupin slurred.
Zenigata’s heart thundered. Crap. Lupin was becoming lucid. If Lupin stayed dazed for a little longer, maybe he could wait a little bit until the next dose.
“Yep.” Zenigata said calmly.
“Whas goin’ on?” Lupin slurped up some of his drool.
“We’re on a plane. No funny business, I’m serious,” Zenigata whispered.
“Kay…” Lupin mumbled. He continued to rest against Zenigata, still limp as a dummy. His eyes fluttered closed as he nuzzled himself against Zenigata.
Zenigata’s heart rate hadn’t returned to normal yet. His heart was still thudding in his chest, but he wasn’t sure why.
“Pops…”
“Uh huh?”
Lupin didn’t follow up with anything. Instead, he weakly attempted to curl up closer to Zenigata. Zenigata felt hot. This was too much. Lupin was so relaxed and sleepy, cuddling up with him like he was Fujiko. Zenigata rarely ever described Lupin as “endearing” but when Lupin was like this… Zenigata had a hard time summoning his usual disdain for him.
“Drugged me…” Lupin mumbled, his cheek squished against Zenigata’s shoulder.
Zenigata felt a guilty pang through his chest. “Sorry, buddy. I didn’t have a choice.”
“Sokay… I don’t mind… if it’s you…”
Zenigata felt electricity course through him. There was something about Lupin’s words that got to him. Did he really trust him that much? Or was Lupin able to tease him even in his current state? He wasn’t sure which one he wanted to be true.
Lupin was quiet for a little longer. Zenigata helped him drink a little water from the bottle, but Lupin still managed to spill some on his shirt.
“Gotta pee…” Lupin mumbled.
Zenigata checked his watch. It was now or never.
“Alright, I’ll help you. After, I’m going to give you more of the sedative. Okay?”
“Mkay…”
Zenigata didn’t notice the way his heart skipped a beat. Lupin being so obedient was doing something to him, and he didn’t know if he wanted to find out what that something was.
Zenigata undid Lupin’s seatbelt, which felt a bit more intimate than he’d like to admit. He got up, gingerly helping Lupin out of his seat.
Supporting Lupin with his arm, Zenigata managed to nudge him into the direction of the restrooms at the back. He carefully tucked Lupin’s Hands into his inner coat pocket so no one could see his handcuffs. Lupin’s legs trembled while walking, but he was able to take the few steps he needed to in order to get to the bathroom. Zenigata noticed that a few of the passengers were curious about the two men (one very clearly inebriated) going into the restroom together, but hopefully Zenigata would make it quick enough for there to be no real suspicion. No need to cause a scene .
After what felt like an eternity, they finally reached the restrooms. Lupin leaned against the wall as Zenigata locked the door behind them. It was awfully cramped in the tiny closet sized restroom, especially with Zenigata’s stature.
“Can you do it yourself?” Zenigata asked.
Lupin shook his head.
Crap.
“Alright.” Zenigata steeled himself, and began to unbuckle Lupin’s belt. He was able to pull Lupin’s soft cock out of his boxers without much struggle. Thoroughly humiliated, Zenigata gently held Lupin and aimed him at the toilet.
“Go ahead,” Zenigata said, realizing that he wasn’t able to hide the fragility of his voice.
It took a little bit of shifting, but eventually Lupin was able to relax enough to begin urinating. As he did, he shivered uncontrollably for a few seconds, trembling in Zenigata’s arms.
Zenigata was unable to look away from the scene before him, absolutely bewildered. Here he was, practically hugging a dazed Lupin from behind and holding his penis for him so he could pee. Lupin was so small compared to Zenigata, and holding Lupin in his hands made him realize that even more. What occupied his hands felt like nothing compared to his own. He’d never thought much about his own size, but he must have been at least several inches longer than Lupin. It stroked his ego for a moment, before he chastised himself for getting sick pleasure out of this.
Lupin hummed in relief, the pleased sigh sending a shiver down Zenigata’s spine.
Lupin’s bladder must have been full because the stream of urine lasted pretty long. It must have been a full thirty seconds before it tapered off. With a gentle shake, Zenigata tucked Lupin back into his boxers, zipped his fly, and redid his belt. It was over.
“ Thangyou… ” Lupin slurred.
“Y-you’re welcome. Now wait just a moment while I go.”
“Mkay.”
Zenigata fumbled with his belt, the realization that he was sporting a mild erection came much to his dismay. Natural instinct, Zenigata rationalized. It had nothing to do with touching Lupin.
Lupin didn’t look away once the entire time Zenigata peed. He stared at him with a dazed expression, his eyes seemingly glued to Zenigata’s stream. Zenigata felt like this bathroom visit was taking several years off his life. After finishing, he stuffed himself back into his pants uncomfortably- his cock was clearly annoyed that it was being put away.
Zenigata washed his hands, and escorted Lupin out of the bathroom. They returned to their seats without any incident. Lupin sighed, snuggling comfortably back into his seat.
Lupin looked peaceful like this. Zenigata struggled to match the younger man’s energy, but now…
Zenigata leaned in closely, right to Lupin’s ear. “Alright. Ready for another dose?”
“Mhm,” Lupin hummed.
Zenigata turned his body so he could block the aisle’s view with his back. He dug in his pockets for the syringe, pulling it out and pulling off the cap. Lupin watched without any alarm.
Lupin must have regained enough lucidity to be able to control his facial muscles, because Lupin had this odd expression on his face. He looked… comfortable and happy.
Zenigata’s hands shook as he readied the syringe. Why was his heart racing like this?
“It will just be a poke. You won’t even feel it.” He wasn’t sure if he was trying to reassure Lupin or himself.
“I trust you, Pops,” Lupin said. It was the most coherent thing he’d said so far. Lupin bared his neck for Zenigata, as if he was expecting a vampire to bite him. It was painfully erotic. Zenigata’s cock pounded between his legs.
Zenigata poked Lupin in the neck, pushing the plunger gently.
Lupin’s eyes widened, his lips parting ever so slightly. After a few seconds of the surprised look, Lupin began to sway gently, his eyes rolling back into his head. He groaned, slumping into his seat. Lupin was fighting it, and losing.
“That’s it,” Zenigata coaxed. He wasn’t sure why he was being so gentle with Lupin. He’d never thought of Lupin as someone who needed gentleness. He repositioned Lupin so that Lupin wouldn’t get a crick in his neck. Lupin’s eyes fluttered shut and he went completely limp.
Zenigata felt a wave of relief leave him, so powerful it could have been an orgasm. It hadn’t been though, otherwise Zenigata’s erection would have flagged. It still throbbed annoyingly between his legs. He shuffled awkwardly, scolding himself for turning this into something it shouldn’t be.
Maybe a crossword would make it go away.
When Zenigata entered the holding block, Lupin raised his head up from whatever he was reading. He smiled. He looked a little worse for wear, with some dark circles under his eyes and a five o clock shadow. The smile on his face seemed to be genuine though. Zenigata noticed that the orange jumpsuit the prison supplied to Lupin was much too big for him.
“Morning, doc,” Lupin said cheerfully.
“How’re you feeling?” Zenigata asked. He sat in the steel chair that was on the opposite side of Lupin’s cell. The cell was bullet-proof glass, the kind used for the most dangerous of criminals kept in isolation. Lupin always looked silly behind them. He hardly looked the part of a Hannibal Lector, he more resembled a hotel bellboy who ended up in the drunk tank.
“Pretty good, actually. Surprising, with all that shit in my system.”
“Yeah. Sorry, Lupin.”
Lupin looked up at him from his magazine again. “What for?”
Zenigata shuffled awkwardly, his shoes suddenly feeling tight. “Drugging you. That was an abuse of my power.”
Lupin burst out into a fit of giggles.
Zenigata narrowed his eyes at the convict. “What?”
Lupin wiped a tear from his eye, “Sorry, sorry. I just think it's funny that you think you have power over me.”
Zenigata scowled. “Dickhead. You know, I actually felt bad for you. ”
“I think you liked it.”
“Babysitting your sorry ass? Nope.”
Lupin rolled around playfully on his bench. “Aw, cmon pops, you liked it. You had no obligation to treat me like a princess, and yet, I got first class service!”
“I was just doing my job,” Zenigata grunted.
Lupin raised an eyebrow, “Helping me piss is in your job description?”
Zenigata’s cheeks stung. “You couldn't do it on your own. I wasn't going to let you make a mess.”
Lupin gave him a knowing look. “Pops… you could have just told me to sit down.”
Zenigata felt a hot wave run through his blood. Making Lupin sit hadn't even crossed his mind. Not to mention the fact that Lupin remembered the bathroom trip meant he probably remembered Zenigata whipping his dick out to piss too.
“I… well… I-I wasn't…”
Lupin continued to giggle, “What, are you worried I’m gonna sue for sexual assault? Relax, pops, I got my dick touched! It was a great day in my opinion!”
Zenigata dropped his head into his hands. “I took advantage of you while you were drugged.”
Lupin rolled into his side, propping his head up with his arm. “You were just doing your job! Seriously, no hard feelings. I had a good time!”
Zenigata sighed in defeat. “You’re something else.”
“Check this out, pops.”
Lupin held up the magazine he’d been reading from.
Zenigata’s heart sank when he saw the photo splashed across the page.
Lupin III and Inspector Zenigata seen on airplane together- secret love affair?
The photo was hardly incriminating, clearly it had been taken while Zenigata had been bringing Lupin back from the bathroom. It only showed their backs, Zenigata’s arm draped around Lupin’s shoulder. He couldn’t help but wonder if the giddy stewardess had anything to do with it.
“We’re famous!”
“My reputation is done for,” Zenigata grumbled.
Lupin laughed, “Don’t worry about it too much. This magazine isn’t exactly known for its credibility.”
He flashed the cover of the magazine, which featured a doctored image of a human baby with a monkey’s head. Monkey Children Born in Rural America , read the cover.
Zenigata sighed, his shoulders falling in defeat. Somehow, Lupin won this time, even though he was the one behind bars.
Lupin gave him a wink.
Zenigata sat, still staring at the magazine, before he realized what was bothering him so much about it. “Where did you even get that?” He asked.
Lupin smiled, guilty as ever.