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Business
as Usual, X
by Laura Bryannan

Jin woke up
when a tan arm flung itself across his chest. He smiled, taking a
closer look at the mysterious blue bands inked on the wrist,
wondering about their siginficance. The hand was square and sturdy, a
capable hand, with large knuckles that caused his face to flush,
remembering how they felt sliding in and out of his body.

Mugen
had been as good as his word last night, taking his time, drawing
everything out until Jin was literally begging to be impaled and
ridden hard. Mugen had...oh god, he had...and Jin couldn't remember
when he'd felt so satisfied after sex. The care and tenderness Mugen
had shown touched him deeply, and Jin found his feelings
disconcerting. Needing distance to re-balance, he untangled himself
from the snuggly, warm body, slid out of bed and stretched.

Mugen
had asked to be awakened at seven and it was now five thirty, so Jin
dressed and padded out to the front room to practice his kata. Snores
were still wafting from the bedroom an hour and a half later when he
got out of the shower.

He hadn't planned to do anything more
than wake Mugen up, but after pulling the blankets off the lithe,
muscular body, he changed his mind. Clearly missing his elephant,
Mugen was hugging one of Jin's pillows, leaving his lower half
exposed to Jin's gaze. The almost unbearable cuteness of the scene
didn't stop his mouth from watering.

Jin took the half-awake
member and began to gently suck it to full mast. Mugen moaned, his
hips thrusting inperceptibly, his cock pulsing a rapidfire morse code
which Jin interpreted as, harder! faster! so he obliged. Mugen
woke up, startling, before laying back with a happy groan.

“Damn!”
he cried. Jin worked him expertly, intending to bring him off as
quickly as possible. Mugen didn't like being ambushed—giving
Jin all that control—so he thrashed, trying to ignore the
sensations, thinking he should resist. But it was so fucking good he
didn't want to ignore it, didn't want it to stop, so he finally
relaxed and let it happen. His morning woody had never received such
gallant attention before, so he decided to appreciate it.

Afterwards Jin waited, watching bemusedly as Mugen's brain
turned back on. But when Mugen's eyes opened, they looked at him with
such wanton hunger his heart skipped a beat. “You now!”
Mugen demanded.

“No.”

“Yes,”
Mugen insisted, reaching for his prey.

“No, Mugen,”
Jin replied, forcibly removing Mugen's hands from his hips. “Tonight.
Your place or mine?”

“But what about you?”

“I'm
fine, and if you don't get in the shower now, you'll be late for
work.”

“But...awww, OK,” Mugen agreed with
a sigh, granting Jin the point. “My place, then.”

“All
right,” Jin agreed. “On one condition.”

“What?”

Jin
leaned forward to kiss his delectable lover. “I desire tongue
for an hors d'oeuvre, your cock for the first course, your
throat for the second, and your ass on a platter—with gravy—for
the main dish. Can you rustle that up, Sanji?”

Mugen
smiled and stroked his chin, nodding thoughtfully. “Yeah, I
think that can be arranged.”

------------------------------

Mugen
was smiling as he walked home after work, remembering how Jin had
plopped on the bed this morning as he got dressed and watched him
like a hawk. “What'cha staring at?” he'd asked, trying
not to feel flustered under the intense gaze.

“You look
very fine all turned out,” Jin replied, smiling. He'd waited
until Mugen finished tying his tie before wrapping his arms around
him and nuzzling into his neck. “You don't smell right,
though.”

“I smell like you, I s'pose,” Mugen
noted. “I used your stuff and didn't bring my cologne.”

“What
do you wear?” Jin asked. “I'll pick some up for my
place.”

“Um...it's a private blend I
commission.”

Jin's eyebrow arched. “Well, la dee
da.”

Mugen shrugged. “I like more vetiver than
most colognes have in 'em. I'll bring some over next time.”

They shared a searing kiss before Mugen hailed a cab to head
uptown. He stared as the car drove by Jin walking to work,
appreciating his long, confident strides, knowing Takeda Delivery was
housed a few blocks away. Oh yeah, for lots of reasons it had been a
yummy morning.

He walked up to his apartment building so
engrossed in delicious reverie, he didn't notice the hulking figure
next to him until his arm was wrenched behind his back and something
blunt was poking him in the ribs. Mukuro! Shit!

“My
poor little sis was crying in her tea this afternoon, Mugie, my man.
Gonna tell me why?” The rank breath almost make him gag.

“Kohza and me are way over, Mukuro,” Mugen
protested. “How the hell should I know why she's crying?”

“That's not what I heard,” Mukuro continued. “She
says you guys got back together a few weeks ago.” Mugen
cringed. Only Kohza would classify a handful of fucks getting back
together, but he had been blowing her off the past few days,
ignoring her calls completely. He knew he was playing with fire
but....

Mugen's arm was wrenched higher, the gun pushing into
him hard enough to leave a bruise. “I don't know why I let her
see you anyway,” Mukuro complained. “You make her crazy
and then she's a total bitch to deal with. Maybe I should just off
you right now and put her out of her misery.”

“Go
ahead and shoot, fuckwad,” Mugen challenged. “If you land
your ass in prison for killing me, I'll consider it a good death.”

Mukuro growled and shoved him violently into the wrought iron
fence surrounding the property. The metal pickets caught Mugen's
chest and upper arm, ripping his shirt and the skin underneath.
Before he could get his bearings, Mukuro landed a uppercut to the jaw
and Mugen went down, sprawling, his head spinning. He could see
through blurry eyes that the bastard was moving in to hit him again
when suddenly Jin was there.

“Well, Mukuro,” he
said smoothly, “you're still a fine upstanding citizen, I see.”

“If it isn't Potato Jin,” Mukuro sneered. “Get
the fuck outta my way. This has nothing to do with you. Go play Robin
Hood somewhere else.”

A neat three hit combo later, and
Mukuro was flat on his back with Jin's heel at his throat.

“Disappear Mukuro,” Jin ordered. “Drip back
into the sewer where you belong and leave us alone.” He lifted
his foot and casually moved out of attack range.

“Us?!?”
Mukuro exclaimed, staggering to his feet. “You're with him? Oh
right, how could I forget? The gang slut. I see you're still playing
faggot, Mugie. No wonder Kohza's pissed.” He spat, but missed
his target.

“Fuck off, Mukuro,” Mugen warned,
getting up. Mukuro backed away as he approached.

“Don't
think this is the end of it, asshole,” Mukuro yelled as he
headed down the street.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mugen said,
even though Mukuro was out of earshot. He looked at Jin and sighed.
It was embarrassing to need help, but he'd been glad to receive it.
“Thanks,” he said sincerely. “You made an enemy,
though.”

Jin shrugged. “He's been my enemy for
years. This changes nothing.” Jin slid his arm around Mugen's
waist and Mugen took comfort in his lover's quiet strength, amazed he
didn't feel humilated by how badly he was trembling.

Jin lay
his hand on Mugen's bloody shirt, as if willing the pounding heart
beneath to slow and steady. “Come,” he ordered. “Let's
get inside and see how badly you're hurt.”

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Mugen
had needed a cigarette before they came inside, but now he sat on the
toilet seat cover as Jin helped him get undressed. “It looks
like your suit is dirty but fine,” Jin told him. “Your
shirt is ruined, though. Tub or shower?”

“Tub, I
guess,” Mugen said. “Shower would hurt too much.”
Most of the damage on Mugen's body was lurid-looking but superficial,
except for two nasty puncture wounds, one in his upper arm and one in
his chest. Jin wanted him to go to the hospital to get them stitched
up, but Mugen put his foot down.

“I ain't spending my
night hanging around the emergency room,” he declared.

“But
what about tetanus?” Jin protested. “Those wounds are
from metal.”

“Fuck tetanus,” Mugen stated.
“We can tape 'em up here.” Jin sighed, deciding not to
argue. He started the water running in the tub, then headed into the
kitchen to see if there was anything to eat in Mugen's place. He
found a pack of mixed veggies that didn't seem too freezer burned, a
steak, mushrooms and leftover rice in the fridge. Jin didn't normally
eat red meat, but decided to make a stir fry with the steak anyway.

As he prepared their meal, Jin blessed Yuki for being so
pissy about his plans to see Mugen tonight, he'd been forced to leave
the office early to escape his acid tongue. He shuddered to think
what he might have found had he arrived at Mugen's place when he'd
originally planned.

A call from the bathroom startled Jin out
of his reverie. He helped Mugen bind his wounds, talked him into
taking some painkillers, then stuck him in a pair of sweatpants he'd
found on the bedroom floor. Mugen was strangely subdued and biddable,
and Jin thought he seemed in shock, so the next stop was the kitchen.
He sat Mugen down at the table with a bowl of Bachelor Concoction
#35, and commanded, “Eat!”

“This ain't the
meal I promised you,” Mugen said ruefully.

Jin looked
at him, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, I intend to hold you to that
promise. I just wanted to feed you first so you wouldn't pass out on
me.” Mugen's eyes widened, and his face betrayed enough lust
and trepidation that Jin felt immense relief. Whatever Mukuro had
done, the Mugen he knew was still in there.

By the time they
finished dinner Mugen was much more himself. He was clearly hurting,
but not so cowed and pale as when he got out of the tub. Jin was sure
the painkillers and beer hadn't hurt either. He put their dirty
dishes in the sink, and turned to see Mugen looking at him with a
goofy, semi-drunken, expression.

“Thanks for taking care
of me,” he said, grinning lopsided.

Jin walked to the
doorway and crooked his finger. “Come,” he commanded
quietly. His lover was too hurt to play anywhere but in bed.

Mugen
lay down, his sweats already tented. “But you just had dinner,”
he protested.

“Yes, but I haven't had dessert yet,”
Jin reminded him, appreciating how Mugen's crotch pulsed at the
comment.

“First I'll have some sherbet to cleanse my
palate,” Jin said, leaning in to kiss Mugen soundly. Raising
his head, he stroked the swollen left cheek gently. “Perhaps
we'll forgo this course tonight,” he whispered. Then, eyes
twinkling, he reached into Mugen's sweats and stroked him enticingly.
“But certainly a cordial is in order,” he said, smiling
wickedly. Mugen moaned then giggled.

“If you say you
want something chocolate for dessert, I'm gonna puke,” he said.

Jin grimaced. “Oh, stop!”

“All us
faggots, packin' the fudge.”

“Mugen!”

The
comedian chuckled at his own joke then cleared his throat. “Sorry,”
he apologized. “Couldn't help myself.” Jin kissed him to
shut him up, lest he ruin the mood completely, disturbed he was
obviously still brooding over Mukuro. Incensed by the vile toad's
presence in their scene, Jin resolved to give his lover something
better to think about.

He pulled off Mugen's sweats, settled
comfortably between his legs, and began contemplating his cock. The
smooth warmth of it. Its musky scent. Unlike himself, when Mugen was
erect his foreskin was completely retracted, exposing the
silky-skinned head for his tongue to explore. Mugen purred as he
tasted, engulfing him, the girth of it stretching his jaw, reminding
him who he was taking inside. He worked diligently and thoughtfully,
until his lover was trembling again, but not with rage.

Then
Jin steeled himself, tipped Mugen's hips up and dove in, praying the
recent bath would insure it not be too awful. It wasn't. Taking each
luscious cheek in hand, he spread them apart with his thumbs and
teased the sensitive opening as Mugen cooed and gasped.

“Oh
god, so sweet...that's right...damn, Jin, deeper yeah...god, you're
good....” Mugen's running commentary did wonders for Jin's
state of arousal. It was his first time rimming anyone, so the lusty
encouragement flattered him and inspired him to greater heights of
creativity. He continued on and on, delighting in his lover's moans
and writhing, until the discourse became, “Jin,
please...more....”

Jin came up and lay alongside his
lover, kissing the panting mouth. Dipping his fingers in the pool of
pre-cum on Mugen's belly, Jin slid a few inside him. “More like
this?” he asked.

“Guh, yeah!” Mugen gasped.
Jin inquired as to the whereabouts of the lube and found it in the
bedside table drawer.

“I've been looking forward to
fucking you all day,” Jin told him, still tickling and teasing
in there.

“Me too!” Mugen admitted. “Please,
Jin...ummm...oh, god...come on, man, I'm dyin' here. Do it already!”

Jin obliged him. Scooping up Mugen's knees, he curled around
him, whispering, “Help me.” Mugen took him in hand and
put him in the right place, moaning quietly as Jin pushed inside.

When Jin was fully seated Mugen wrapped his arm around Jin's
waist and buried his face in his neck. “Let's stay like this
for a bit, K?” he whispered. Jin assented, snuggling him close
and not thrusting, curious at his mysterious lover. He was so
obnoxious and arrogant, yet capable of such vulnerability and
tenderness. He didn't know Mugen well enough to know if this was his
true self or if his behavior was due to his encounter with Mukuro.

Finally Mugen stirred. Turning slightly, he grabbed Jin's
thigh and pulled it in between his own, using it for leverage to
grind himself upon the member impaling him. Jin moaned at the
movement, losing self-control rapidly. The lower half of the body he
was loving was not hurt, so he wrapped his arms around Mugen's waist
and did what felt best to him, trusting it would work for Mugen as
well.

Short, shallow thrusts, where the sensation was
strongest, the tight ring of muscle providing a luscious, warm grip
on his over-sensitive cock. But then pushing deep, so deep that he
met where the passage turned and there was something to push against.
The caress felt wonderful, and if he did it gently Mugen would always
gasp at how his guts were being rearranged, moaning in a deep
guttural way that Jin's cock could feel inside. Jin couldn't
understand it or even quite believe it, but there was something about
fucking this man that satisfied his entire being, his very soul.

“You're good to me,” Mugen said, afterward,
smiling dreamily.

“I'm pleased you think so,” Jin
replied.

“I didn't think I'd ever like getting laid
again, after....” Mugen sighed but didn't continue.

Jin
was curious but decided not to pursue it. Mugen's eyelids were
fluttering, and he really did need the rest.

“You're
addictive, Ryu-san,” Jin told him. “You and your very
fine ass. I will require more.”

A smile flickered
across Mugen's face, although his eyes remained closed. “Ryu-san,”
he complained. “Not that again!”

There was quiet
for a time, and Jin was sure Mugen was out. He pulled the blanket up
over his sleeping lover and was on his way to the bathroom when he
heard a whisper from the depths of the bed, “Just say the
secret password.”

to be continued
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