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- 1-The Morning Ritual
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The Morning Ritual

by Laura Bryannan

He couldn�t help himself, it seemed.� He should have left the room before the
snoring stopped, but he didn�t.� Was it
morbid fascination?� Was it simple
lust?� No, no�he told himself his
interest was purely scientific.� Would
he do it again this morning?� Yes he
would, it seemed.� Jin kept his
breathing steady and his head lowered so that he could watch without being
seen.�

Mugen stretched and yawned loudly.� His hand reached down and gave himself a good scratch, then
lazily loosened his pants to slip inside.�
The morning erection was present and accounted for.� Jin was familiar with the phenomenon, of
course, and had learned how to ignore it.�
He had accepted the teaching that spilling seed of his own accord
weakened the body and spirit.� He knew
many in the dojo had not been able or willing to accept this teaching as he
had, and he had beaten them all in session after session.� He figured this discipline was one of the
reasons he was always the superior fighter, and had accepted this truth for so
many years it was second nature to him.�
He had never questioned it for one moment.� Until now�.

This one�uncouth, untrained, undisciplined�this one who gave
into these urges every day, it appeared, was obviously not affected by whatever
�truth� his masters had taught him.� The
only one he hadn�t managed to kill gave into his sexual urges at every
opportunity.� Jin had discovered The
Morning Ritual days ago by accident, as he was usually up and about hours
before Mugen awoke. �That day he had
been feeling unwell and slept longer than usual.� It was the ragged breathing coming from across the room that had
startled him awake.� Since then he
contrived to stick around and see if The Morning Ritual would be repeated the
next day, and it was�and the next and the next�.

Mugen�s hand began to stroke, gently and slowly.� A low purr emanated from his throat.� The other hand blindly searched nearby and
found the rag, the rag that Jin ashamedly knew smelled of sea and musk, and
plopped it on his chest.� Mugen�s right
hand was busier now, his breathing faster.�
His left hand slipped inside his pants and reached lower.� Jin couldn�t see this morning, but he knew
from previous spying that the hand was cupping himself and stretching his
scrotum.�

When Mugen reached this part of The Ritual the end was
usually near, but what was this?� A new
twist it seemed.� The left hand came out
and the longest finger swirled in the puddle of pre-cum pooling on his
belly.� Jin could feel the heat rising
in his face, his own cock hard and aching.�
If Mugen was going to do what he thought he was going to do, it was
going to take all his resolve to stay still.�
Yes�the hand snuck back inside the pants and the knees came up.� Mugen let out a low moan and so did Jin�inside
his own head, he hoped.� The finger had
to be inside, it had to be!� Did Mugen
like such things?!?� Jin�s head swam
with the possibilities.� Mugen�s aspect
was so cock-of-the-walk, Jin had always taken him to be seme, but if he
wasn�t...oh god.�

Rocking and groaning, Mugen loved himself to the finish,
then went limp until his breathing came back to normal.� The rag was put to use and, after a long
stretch, Mugen sat up and got to his feet.�
He looked across the room and saw Jin, as a knowing smirk danced across
his face.� Passing near on his way to
the privy, his foot shoved Jin�s knee.

�Hey, I think I�m due some compensation here.� I don�t do nothing for free ya know.�� He had the satisfaction of seeing Jin�s jaw
drop as he walked out the door.

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Well, there was nothing to be done but face him.� Jin waited for Mugen to wake up.� He had succeeded in avoiding Mugen the
preceding day because he needed time to figure out what he wanted to do about
this situation.� His decision made, he
waited.

He now knew it was only a matter of time.� This one, obviously ruled by lust, would be
on his knees to him eventually.� It was
predictable, and not unfamiliar.� At the
dojo he had quite the circle of admirers, being who he was and being the one
who no one could best.� Some of those
admirers had chosen interesting ways to bestow their adoration.�� Jin had accepted these ministrations and
thought them his due.� He filled their
mouths and their asses with his cum, thoroughly enjoyed his release, but felt
nothing toward them.� They were
receptacles, nothing more.� They wanted
to be filled with what he had�his power, his skill, his ruthlessness�but he
knew all they got from him was his cum.�
Those who thought that giving him sexual release would be the way to
control his heart came away disappointed and sometimes angry.� He found their behavior amusing, but
ultimately uninteresting.

His realization that Mugen would turn himself into yet
another receptacle was comforting.� The
man was far too unpredictable and, well�intriguing.� But he knew he had him figured out at this point.� Experience had shown him that men full of
lust behaved in expected and ultimately boring ways.� It had shown him that the one being serviced was the one who had
all the power. �If he couldn�t best
Mugen in battle, he could at least best him this way.� This thought brought him great satisfaction, and a smile actually
leaked onto his face.�

Mugen woke up but kept his eyes closed.� Listening carefully, he realized he was not
alone.� Good, Jin was more of a man than
he thought.� To keep his own sanity
intact, he had come to think of Jin as almost feminine.� Yeah, yeah, he could fight better than
anyone he ever encountered, but his demeanor didn�t match that of the other
great warriors Mugen had known throughout his life.� To Mugen, a man who knew his shit was bold, loud, swaggering and
didn�t hesitate to throw his weight around.�
Jin�s quietude, passiveness and unfailing politeness were qualities
Mugen sneered at.� All his experience
had shown him that men who behaved this way were ultimately phonies.� They behaved oh so superior, but he was
always able to rip holes in their facades with his sword or his cock.� He always had them screaming, in one way or
another, eventually.

After catching Jin spying on him yesterday, Mugen had spent
the day in delicious reverie.� He had
fought his way to the center of the strongest gang of kids in the prison
colony, and then spent the rest of his youth enjoying the benefits
thereof.� They were the baddest, the
best, and enjoyed life to the fullest.�
He let them suck him and fuck him and was happy to return the favor when
someone caught his fancy.� He enjoyed
what both sexes brought to play, had uncountable lusts over the years and even
a few loves but, in the end, it was all just a great game.� Like a pile of puppies, they romped and
fought and sexed themselves silly.� His
mates were as rude and crude as he was and he liked them that way.�

Now, this Jin.� At
last, he felt he had the older man figured out.� He knew the type, the silent inhibited ones who played hard to
get.� He sometimes found this kind of
human intriguing.� It was nice not
having to fend off the latest groupie and be the pursuer once in a while.� He knew that this kind of person could be
brought to heel with just a little application of his sexual prowess.� It was great fun to coax a response out of
such ones�to bring song out of the silence.�
He figured it would take some time to break down Jin�s resistance, as he
would probably use every ounce of his training to keep his body under control,
but it would be worth it.� Experience
had shown him that the one providing the service was the one who had all the
power.� If he couldn�t best Jin in
battle, he could at least best him this way.�
This thought brought him great satisfaction, and a smile broke out on
his face.� Mugen stretched and scratched
and began The Ritual once more.�

�I�m here,� a deep voice announced.

�Yeah, I know.� Just
shut up and let me finish.�� Having
participated in scores of circle jerks over the years, Mugen was taken aback at
how much those eyes boring into him messed with his head.� It was one thing to jack off when he knew
the guy was watching but the guy didn�t know that he knew.� This was different.� It felt weird, and made it hard to focus on
what he was doing.� He knew there was no
point in inviting Jin to join him or participate in his release.� This type needed seducing, like a coy
virgin.� They didn�t ever take
responsibility for their own desires but needed to be overpowered.� He tried to concentrate on how great it
would be when he finally wrenched a scream of pleasure out of this one, and
ignore how vulnerable it made him feel to know the man was there observing him.�

Jin watched and waited for what he figured would come
next.� Those lusting after him always
offered some sort of perverse invitation, �Don�cha want to lick it?�� Come on and fuck me, Jin.� ��They leered and writhed and beckoned�.�� Jin inwardly sighed.� There were infinite variations but it all
amounted to the same tiresome dance.�
Jin waited for the inevitable comments, but they did not come.� Mugen continued his ritual in silence.�� It seemed to be taking longer than before,
however, and Jin was taken aback at how lewd he felt just sitting there
staring at him.� He honestly couldn�t
remember a time when he felt quite so aroused, and he was enjoying it.� He noticed other, more troubling, emotions
lurking about his consciousness but he beat them back into their box for the
moment.� It was enough to ponder his
next move.� If Mugen wasn�t going to ask
for his participation he�d have to take matters into his own hands.� No problem.

Mugen was close to release.�
He liked how his cock got really impressive right before he came.� He was proud of his weapon, but knew it was
intimidating to some.� Not that long,
really, but quite thick.� Most kept
their asses out of play because of that reality.� He wondered if Jin was noticing; he wondered what Jin was packing
himself.� He decided then and there to approach
Jin that morning.� He figured it was
going to take many advances before this maiden gave into his desires, so he
might as well get started right away.�
These musings sent him over the edge and he came with images of Jin
screaming in his head.

�So, you do this every morning, then?�� The voice startled him out of his
reverie.� Mugen opened his eyes, raised
himself up on an elbow, and faced the other man�s gaze directly.

�Yeah, don�t you?�

�No, I was taught that it dissipates chi, and no man who did
that ever bested me in battle so�.��
Mugen snorted in derision.

�They tried to lay that bullshit on us too, but I never
bought it.� I knew some who didn�t jack
off, but it didn�t seem to make any difference.� I was always able to kick their ass in a fight.�

They both stopped to ponder this information.� Each wondered if the other had some sort of
key to becoming a better warrior.� After
a few seconds, the other�s reality was soundly dismissed.� It seemed impossible to Jin to end his
ascetic approach to self-loving, no matter how much genuine release the
activity brought.� It seemed impossible
to Mugen to ignore his inner urges and guidance.� He lived close to his gut and trusted its messages.�� Nah, it would be stupid to dump his reality
for Jin�s.� There were other ways to
best this man, and it was time to begin!

�Doesn�t it hurt?� Mugen asked innocently. �Aren�t you
aching?� I hate having blue
balls.�

�Yes,� Jin answered, �but what of it?�� Such things are easily overcome, and they
do go away all by themselves, if you weren�t aware of that fact.��

�Yeah I know, but I feel sorry for you, man.� Those dojo guys really fucked with your head
on that one.�

�Then why don�t you come over here and suck me off?�

�Huh?!?�� Jin had the
satisfaction of seeing Mugen�s jaw drop this time.� This was not what he had expected Jin to say at all, and
he felt his spent cock actually twitch in response.� He had anticipated that it would take days of pursuit to get Jin
anywhere near a sexual place, and here he was making a request like that!� He couldn�t believe his luck, as he really
wasn�t the kind of man who preferred the chase over the catch.� If he didn�t have to waste time luring Jin
into sexplay, so much the better.� You�re
mine now, bitch, he laughed to himself.��
�

�OK, then,� Mugen purred.�
He got up and strode over to where Jin sat.� Jin hadn�t been exactly sure what the response would be to his
question, but seeing the hunger in Mugen�s eyes assured him he wouldn�t be
rejected.� Good boy, he thought, now
I have you!� Seeing himself as a
spider luring a fly into his web, Jin looked into that almost-feral face and
moved his hands to his sides, palms facing outward in a gesture that said, �do
what you will.�� Mugen sank to his knees
and efficiently untied and unwrapped until the body he had wondered about was
exposed to his gaze.� The sight of Jin�s
cock made him pant.� It was thinner than
his, but long.� Oh god, it was the kind
that would feel soooooo good in his ass.�
Not so thick as to cause pain, and it would go in and in and in and
in�.� He could feel his face getting red
and violently shook his head to rid it of such distracting thoughts.� Steady my man, he said to himself, keep
your mind on the job.� He�d wrench
that scream out of Jin this morning and then they would both know who had the
upper hand between them.� He couldn�t
wait!�

His mouth engulfed as much of the heated member as possible,
then he pulled back and tasted salty pre-cum as his tongue played with the
tip.�� Jin let out a heartfelt moan of
pleasure at the sensation, and Mugen had yet another �huh?!?� experience.� What?�
No holding back?� No coy maiden
routine?� He raised his head and
gave Jin a puzzled glance without realizing it.� Jin stared back with an equally puzzled expression.� What was the problem?

�Go on Mugen.� Don�t
stop,� he said quietly.

�Uh�right.�� And
Mugen got back to work.� He had expected
that he would be sexing up a mannequin, but instead he found himself
ministering to an obviously-loving-it alive body.�� It amazed him; he couldn�t believe Jin didn�t withhold his
responses from him.� He slurped and
teased, Jin moaned and sighed.� He
gnawed on a hipbone and Jin yelped.� He
reached up, pinched both nipples, and Jin groaned.� He twisted harder and Jin�s head thrashed from side to side while
he growled.� He sucked and bit at a hunk
of inner thigh, leaving a large bruise, and Jin grit his teeth to withstand the
pain, but did not stop him.� Only when
he tried to slide a finger inside his ass did he hear, �No, Mugen!�� OK.�
No big deal.� Aside for that, it
didn�t matter what he did or where he touched, Jin offered his genuine response
to him.� Ah, the power!� He reveled in it; he gloried in it.� He didn�t want it to end.�

Jin was enjoying the game immensely.� He let Mugen play.� Mugen hadn�t totally done up his pants after his ritual, and Jin
could see that he was enjoying himself too as his cock was hard again.� Usually he was feeling distaste toward his
lover at this point�sexual activity made people look so stupid, really�but not
this morning.�� The guy was definitely
good at this, but Jin had received similarly earnest attentions from others in
the past and never felt moved by them.�
Maybe it was because it was him.�
He hated to admit it but he had a lot of respect for Mugen.� He didn�t like the guy�he was kind of a pig,
actually�but he did admire him.�� He
tried to keep thinking, to stay on top of the sensations he was experiencing,
but it didn�t always work.� Mugen read
him too well, and kept drawing things out, slowing down or attacking some other
part of his body when he felt Jin getting close to orgasm.�

And the feelings�he was feeling things again, and he found
it unnerving.� Never much of an
emotional man in the first place, Jin had shut his feelings up in a box for
good after the disaster that sent him from the dojo.� He�d noticed his emotions rising unbidden here and there ever
since this journey with Mugen and Fuu began.�
To be honest, he had to admit he felt jealousy toward Mugen�his fighting
skill, his ease with himself and life, his ability to have fun and take
pleasure where and when it was offered him.�
And dear Fuu, so silly and little-girlish, and yet so brave and
resourceful.� Jin hadn�t had much
experience with women, so he found himself surprised at how tender and
protective he felt toward the perky young lady.� After meeting Shino, it appeared that whatever box he had his
emotions stuck in was cracked for good.�
His heart was functioning again and he didn�t much like it, especially
when his heart appeared to be feeling things toward...him.�� No, no, no, this was not what he
wanted to happen, and he realized he needed to take back control of the
situation immediately or he was going to lose this battle.

It took a few attempts before he successfully yanked his consciousness
out of his body and back into his head.�
He had noticed something about the way Mugen sucked him, and he wanted
to test his conclusions about it.� This
wild boy had had the upper hand long enough.�
He let his hands rest on Mugen�s head as it moved up and down, and
forced him to slow his motions.

�Take it easy, my hungry wolf,� he murmured, and was
gratified to see that Mugen responded to his guidance.� He realized he was close enough to his
climax that if he didn�t act quickly, it would be too late.� Again he noticed the unique way Mugen
attended to him, sliding him as far back into his mouth as he could each time
he engulfed him.�

Mugen slid his mouth over that long member yet again, not
really noticing the fingers entwining in his hair.� But this time, when he moved to pull back, he found he could
not.� He struggled, but the hands were
like steel talons around his head, and they were pulling him closer.�� Mugen made loud sounds of protest and his
hands flailed impotently.� Jin expertly
manipulated his head just so and then pushed himself deeper.� Mugen gagged, sputtered, then finally
swallowed.� The cock went down his
throat in one smooth motion.�

Shit!!!� How did
he do that?!? �Mugen was
incredulous!� How did he know I could
do that?� This can not be
happening!� Mugen didn�t offer his
throat to just anyone.� He considered
the trick his ace in the hole and didn�t trot it out unless the guy was really
worth it.� It always needed to be his
decision because it turned him to absolute mush every time.� There was something about being penetrated
in this way that just got to him, so it was a skill he rarely showed his
lovers.� At this point Jin was totally
in control because Mugen found his guts had turned to jelly and his will to
overpower totally gone.�� No one had
ever done this to him�no one had ever mastered him in this way before and he
was at a loss as to what to do about it.�
Somewhere in the distance he could hear Jin speaking endearments and
encouragements, and that only made it worse.�
He was a useless puddle and that was that.�

Jin�s brain had gone white.�
Mugen didn�t seem to be in enough distress to worry about, so he allowed
himself to focus on the sensations washing over him.� The pleasure he was experiencing as he thrust into Mugen�s throat
was overwhelming.� A part of him
somewhere was exulting Aha!� I
knew it!� I knew he could do it!� He could feel that warm throat convulsing
and caressing his cock and there was no way to delay his orgasm any
further.� He let it out with an
enthusiastic roar, grinding Mugen�s face into his pubic bone.��

�Yes, yes, yessssss,� Jin intoned, finally releasing Mugen�s
head and leaning back against the wall.�
He needed to brace himself with his hands against the floor to keep
steady, and hoped Mugen didn�t notice the tremors in his legs that he couldn�t
quite manage to control.� He watched
Mugen dis-impale himself and sit back, his head still lowered.� He gave a great sniff and wiped his face
with his sleeve.� Jin felt his heart
cave at this simple but endearing gesture, so like a child.� What sufferings had this one endured as a
boy in horrific Ryukyu?� And he, who had
grown up with every advantage?� Jin had
never pondered such things about Mugen before and he felt�he felt�.�

In a flash, he realized�to his horror�that he was feeling
all sorts of feelings he didn�t know what to do with.� This fucking wolfbrat had gotten his claws into him somehow.� It had never happened to him before and he
didn�t quite know what to do about it.�
He realized immediately that his feelings for Shino had been protected
by the reality that she had never been available to him.� This was different.� He shuddered and knew he was most definitely
in trouble.

Neither man was ready to face the other for some minutes,
for neither felt confident they had come away champion of the battle.� Mugen tried to put his innards back in order
and steel himself for the superior smirk he expected to see on Jin�s face.� It would be humiliating, but he would force
himself to deal with it.� He finally
looked up but saw no smirk.� Jin was
looking off into the distance, frowning, obviously working out some kind of
problem in his head.� Mugen�s motion
caught Jin�s attention and he turned to him, very surprised that the other man
wasn�t already crowing.� He had expected
to get punched, and had already determined he would accept whatever retaliation
Mugen tossed his way, so he was genuinely surprised his opponent was simply
staring at him.� They eyed each other
warily for a few seconds and then Jin inclined his head, bowing slightly.

�Thank you�Mugen,� he said.�
Mugen cleared his throat, concerned that his voice would crack or do
something equally stupid after all his exertions.

�Uh, no problem,� he replied, inwardly thankful that he
managed to say it without embarrassing himself.� What now? he wondered.�
Jin slowly pulled his kimono closed and looked away again.� Something about the pose struck Mugen, and
he suddenly had a knowing about Jin.�
His warrior instincts were very sharp, and he could usually count on
information about his opponents entering his brain at the right time to
win�strike this way; kick just there.�
The information would show up and it was always right.� Not being a contemplative man, he never gave
any thought to this ability.� It had always
been a part of him, and it was one of the reasons he was so good at what he
did.�

The knowing came in and Mugen smiled.� The way Jin stopped his ass play; the way
Jin turned his face away any time Mugen�s got close; the way he had never taken
off his glasses�it all added up to Mugen knowing that Jin had never let anyone in.� Jin threw his energy outward, but did not
allow himself to receive; he did not allow himself to be opened.� Well, we�ll see about that!

Jin�s
contemplation was interrupted as he felt his glasses being deftly plucked from
his face.� Mugen�s hands enclosed his
head in their own steel grip.� He saw
the smile and felt his innards quail at the glint in those feral eyes.� Mugen�s face came closer and closer and Jin
suddenly realized what the man had in mind.�
He struggled, but Mugen had already landed in his lap and was holding
his head securely.� Mugen�s knowing was
one hundred percent accurate, as usual.�
Jin hated to kiss and hated being kissed.� He did not use his mouth that way ever!� The idea of such intimacy with another repulsed him, and the
actual activity usually grossed him out.�
Even with Shino, he had kept his mouth to himself for the most part.� He allowed her to kiss him the times she
tried, but had never initiated the activity.�
It was just not his thing.��

Mugen�s imp self wanted to lay the biggest, slobbery mess of
a kiss on Jin he could manage.� He
wanted to shove his tongue down Jin�s throat and give him a taste of his own
medicine.� He knew, without knowing how
he knew, that it would repulse Jin so completely he would emerge the winner in
this battle between them.� But his true
self wanted something else.� He had
never spent any time with someone of Jin�s class before now, and he found
himself craving the samurai�s regard in spite of himself.� It would be too cool to have someone from that
family wrapped around his little finger.�
Never had me a rich boy before, he chuckled to himself, deciding
he would try to seduce at this point, rather than win.� After all, there was always next time for
that!

Mugen liked kissing�before, during and especially
after a scene like they had just engaged in.�
It was always a juicy way to transition back to the real world�a way to
be assured that everything that had gone before was all right, no matter how
intense or even brutal it might have been.�
He moved his face right up to Jin�s, trying not to laugh out loud at the
way he winced as if bracing himself for the worst blow.� He pulled Jin�s lower lip in between his own
and gently sucked.� After a moment he
did the same to the upper lip, running his tongue over the clenched teeth.� When it was clear that Jin was not going to
open his mouth or even respond to him he said, �Come on, Jin.� Let me in.�

�No,� came the reply.

�Yes,� Mugen insisted.�
�You owe me, man.� You owe me for
spying on me.� You owe me for taking
me�the way you did.� This is what I
want, so let me in goddammit!�� Jin
sighed, and relaxed his jaw.� Mugen
noticed and planted his mouth firmly on Jin�s before he could change his
mind.� His tongue slid in, explored, and
found Jin�s hiding at the back of his mouth.�
He sucked it forward and teased with his own.� This guy doesn�t know how to kiss for shit, Mugen realized
in amazement.�� He had never kissed
anyone who did it so badly, so awkwardly.�
So it turned into a lesson in making out, but Jin had always been a
quick study.� The teacher became pleased
with his student�s progress soon enough.

When Jin realized Mugen wasn�t going to stop his oral
attentions any time soon, he let himself relax enough to find he was actually
enjoying what was happening.� It
was...well�nice!� He grudgingly admitted
to himself that perhaps there really were good reasons people did
this.� After his orgasm he had found
himself yearning for something more...he didn�t really know what.� This kissing stuff satiated the yearning, as
it turned out.� It felt good to hold and
be held�to linger and savor each other in this way.� It felt good to stay connected to Mugen a bit longer.� It felt good�.

�Muuuuuuugen!�
Jeeeeeeeeen!� Where are
you guys?� Aren�t you up yet?�� The girl�s voice startled them out of the
pleasant dream they were sharing together, and they both groaned.�

Reality looming, they suddenly felt shy at their physical
proximity and moved to untangle themselves quickly.�

�Draw?� Jin asked, reaching for his glasses.

�Draw,� came the answer.

�Back to work, I guess,� sighed Jin.

�&%$#%*#@,� replied Mugen.� �I gotta take a piss.�� He
got up and walked to the door, then turned and noted, �Next time, I�ll kick
your ass.� Don�t think I won�t.��

�Yes,� said Jin, trying to keep from smiling, �do try.�

�

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