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Business
as Usual, XI
by Laura Bryannan

Mugen was
downtown, having spent the last hour at Kohza's place, duking it out
with her about Mukuro's attack yesterday. There had been hysterics,
accusations and threats on both sides, but he'd finally made it clear
that, no, they were not back together, there would be no more
fucking, and if she sent her shithole brother after him one more time
he'd never speak to her skanky ass ever again. He meant it, and she
seemed to buy it, however reluctantly.

The encounter left him
feeling disgusted, however, and too pissed off to go back to work
right away, so he decided to walk the old neighborhood for a while to
burn off some steam. Takeda Delivery wasn't too far away, and the
idea of popping in seemed appealing. He found it interesting that he
didn't know who he hoped to see.

Yuki's eyes widened when
Mugen walked in the office, his excited expression quickly replaced
by something more sullen. “If you're looking for Jin, he's not
here,” Yuki informed him.

Mugen shrugged. “I
didn't come looking for him. I'm happy to talk to you.”

“You
are?” Yuki asked, eyes wary.

“Yep. I've been
ignoring two people I shouldn't have,” Mugen said. “One I
was glad to blow off, the other...well...I was gonna call you last
night but then your boss crashed on me and I felt ripped off
and....”

Yuki burst out laughing. “You didn't try
to get him drunk, did you? That never works.”

“It
worked once,” Mugen retorted, indignant.

“It did?
Well, that must've been a fluke,” Yuki insisted, chuckling at
Mugen's admission. “So what do you want, Ryu...er...Mugen?”

“Jin said it was OK to see you if I wanted to,”
Mugen told him.

“Yeah, he said that to me too.”

“So, do you want to?”

“Do
you?”

“Duh,” Mugen rolled his eyes. “Would
I be sitting here talking about it if I didn't?”

“Well,
you've never even called me,” Yuki noted. “You could just
be covering your ass since he's not here.”

“Nah,”
Mugen insisted. “I been thinking about you.” He paused
for a moment and looked Yuki in the eye. “OK, so I got this
godawful, intense thing for him, right?”

“I know,”
Yuki nodded. “I can relate.”

“But you're
more what I'm used to,” Mugen told him. “He makes me
insane-o, crazy horny. But...I don't know...maybe things are moving
too fast there. You feel kinda comfy, like I can let my guard down.
So, do you want to?”

Yuki was flushed, Yuki's breathing
was faster, Yuki's eyes were shining, Yuki was going to say yes. “OK.
When?”

Mugen smiled to himself. “Tonight works
for me. Gimmie your number and I'll call you later.”

Yuki
blissfully complied.

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

Hojo
Yukimaru's life changed on the day he walked into Ryu-san's office.
For the first time...ever...he was fascinated with someone besides
Takeda Jin.

Jin. The mysterious boy arrived in Yuki's life
when he was six years old. A year ahead in school, Yuki could only
watch from afar at first. But at the dojo, where Jin came to live
with his uncle, Master Mariya, they were often assigned as sparring
partners, Yuki being one of the small handful of students who could
muster any kind of stand against him.

Their peers were put
off by Jin's cold silence and unearthly skill—the infamy and
tragedy of his parent's deaths didn't help either—but Yuki
pursued him. It took a year, but Jin finally began to open up to his
persistent kohai. By the time Yuki was eight, they were constant
companions, and Yuki fell more and more in love with his beautiful,
brilliant, but ever-guarded, friend.

Yuki's grades improved
from studying with the school's top student. His martial arts skills
improved from training with the most accomplished fighter at the
dojo. He was happily the captain's loyal second, who not only basked
in the reflected glory but essentially stole it, as Jin never wanted
anything to do with that. Yuki was as social as Jin was reclusive,
and by the time they were teenagers, he'd given up trying to lure Jin
out to play with his circle of friends.

But no matter how busy
his popular self was, Jin was always first and foremost in his mind.
After they broke up, Yuki often wondered whether his obsession with
him was due purely to Jin's utterly tragic past and his need to fix
it somehow. Jin was his life's project, it seemed, the goal being to
pull the wounded soul out of his shell and make him happy.

Yuki
exulted at every baby step, some of them taking years to
accomplish—the first time Jin ever responded to his greetings,
the first time he ever initiated conversation, the first time he
smiled, the first time he laughed, the first time they touched, the
first time they kissed.... These events were beloved milestones that
he continued to savor even now.

After Jin left him Yuki stuck
around. He continued to support Jin's company. And, yes, it was Jin's
company, not their company. But he worked there gladly, happy to see
his love every day and give him his best, as always. At night he
played with his friends and experimented with many that lonely year,
but no one managed to pull him away from his primary interest, much
to his chagrin.

And so things had remained until his close
encounter with Ryu-san. That afternoon had not gone as he'd planned,
although he was never able to figure out exactly what his plan had
been. But getting laid on the large mahogany desk, in an office with
floor to ceiling windows so many stories up you could see the clouds
outside...well, it was life-altering. Sex with Ryu-san was amazing.
The man used his face and tongue in ways that left Yuki shuddering.
And the steel in that tongue would tickle, tap or tug at him and he
would melt at the idea of it just as much as the actual sensation of
it.

Yes, he'd walked out of that office a changed man, and
he'd hoped against hope that Ryu-san would call him, but it didn't
happen. Yuki knew he was still seeing Jin. And although that stung
somewhat, Yuki was so used to being second-best, the lesser of the
two, it seemed understandable and he didn't question it. Their
threesome together only whetted his appetite for the dynamic,
exciting man. Yuki had been yearning for Mugen so long, it was almost
unbelieveable to open his front door and find him standing there,
crooked grin and all. “Hey!”

“Wow!”
was all the overwhelmed Yuki could muster. “Um...come in.”
Mugen followed him into the kitchen. “I've got beer, sake,
tequila or whiskey,” Yuki told him. “You want something
to drink? I've been on this Mexican kick lately, so we're eating
chips, beans and salsa.”

“I'll have shot of
tequila and a beer, then,” Mugen decided, and he helped Yuki
carry the food out to the living room. Yuki's apartment was a one
bedroom, but the living/dining room area was large and well-lit. They
plopped in front of the TV and got drunk, scooping beans out of the
can and salsa out of the jar. “Great shit!” Mugen
enthused. Yuki heartily agreed.

Mugen was crude and lewd and
totally entertaining. Yuki couldn't remember when he'd laughed so
much. Evenings with Jin were quiet. Jin didn't like the TV and
preferred to have music on so they could talk or read. Mugen and Yuki
caught the last hour of 'Young Frankenstein' and howled through it.
He could just see Jin rolling his eyes, Haven't we seen that
enough times, Yuki? Hanging with Mugen was so much fun, Yuki was
almost reluctant to let that part of the evening go and move on to
the sex...almost.

“See, I knew I could let my guard
down with you,” Mugen told him, flopping back on the couch with
a satisfied sigh when the movie was over. “Oh, sweet mystery
of life at last I found you!” he sung in off-key falsetto,
then fell to chuckling. Yuki too.

“That movie is too
damn funny,” Yuki enthused.

“'S true,”
Mugen smiled. “So where's your bedroom loverboy? You wanna go
play?”

Yuki nodded solemnly, then stood up and beckoned
Mugen to follow. They entered the bedroom and Mugen laughed out loud.
“You know, your living room kinda looks like mine and your
bedroom kinda looks like mine, except for this kickass bed. I don't
have a king size one. It's great!”

They both stripped,
got in, and Mugen pounced immediately, Yuki reveling in the ardent,
demanding kisses he remembered from before. Mugen's body was warm and
comfortable against his, and they snuggled together to grind,
entwining their legs for leverage. The bandages worried him, however.

“What happened to you?” Yuki insisted on
knowing.

“Mukuro beat me up,” Mugen told him. “Got
thrown against a fence.”

“Mukuro!” Yuki
gasped. “Oh my god! Are you sure you're okay?”

“Yeah,
yeah, I'm fine. Now quit'cher talking.” Mugen shut him up the
only way he knew how.

Yuki was in bliss. There was something
alive about Mugen. He was sensual, he was hungry. His skills brought
the clinical precision of Jin's lovemaking into sharp contrast. Jin's
technique was flawless but, oh, the passion was lacking. Yuki hadn't
seen such a look in Jin's eyes since those heady days in their
mid-teens when they were discovering sex. Mugen was passion with a
capital P, and Yuki was swept away.

And then there was his
cock—the girth of it unmistakable, unforgettable, impossible to
ignore. But Mugen used it consciously, and didn't overwhelm him with
fucking. He pulled out only an inch or so, gently stirring his
innards and stroking his prostate. It was wonderfully good, and Yuki
opened to him fully, letting Mugen position him as he wished. He felt
so well-served and well-used, when he came he almost cried at the
sweetness of it. Afterwards, as they floated, Yuki studied the brown
fingers entwined with his own, curious about the blue bands inked on
the wrist.

“Do they mean anything?” he asked, not
really expecting an answer, so he was surprised when Mugen spoke.

“Long time ago they used to tattoo these kinds of bands
on convicts,” he said. “So when I got outta prison, I
went and had 'em inked on...um...so I'd never forget, I guess. Don't
ever want to be so stupid again.”

Prison?!? Yuki
wondered, incredulous. He was dying to know more, but drowsiness was
looming and Mugen was stirring. “You've got to go?” he
asked.

“Next time I'll bring my stuff, if you want,”
Mugen replied, “but I don't want to fight my way uptown in the
morning.” Yuki nodded, feeling too content to be upset. Mugen
grinned at him wolfishly as he got dressed. “You're pretty fun
in the sack, samurai boy,” he said sincerely, leaning over to
kiss the snoozy man still sprawled lewdly on the bed in the same
position he'd left him.

“So are you,” Yuki
replied. And then, after a pause, “If you don't call me,
Mugen-sama, I'll be the one beating you up next, got it?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mugen groused, good-naturedly, then
he saluted and walked out the door.

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

At
work the next morning, Mugen debated plans for the evening. Who to
call?

It had been a little off-putting to inform Jin last
night that he was spending the evening with Yuki and receive an
unhesitating, “Oh good. He's been a bear at the office. Maybe
you can improve his mood.” He hadn't thought he was getting
together with Yuki to make Jin jealous, but when Jin didn't blink he
wondered about himself.

Jin was complicated, Yuki was not, so
Mugen decided to approach Yuki first. “How about I rent us a
swanky room with a hot tub somewhere and we all party tonight?”

“I'm into it, but Jin won't be able to come,”
Yuki informed him.

“Why not?” Mugen asked.

“He's
going to Tokyo after work to visit his uncle.”

Mugen
scrambled. As much fun as he'd had with Yuki last night, he was
beginning to need his Jinfix. Yesterday he'd been feeling too
vulnerable and beholden, embarrassed by the help he'd needed after
Mukuro's attack and how good it felt to get it. Today, after some
delicious Yuki distraction, that freakout was fading and he was
feeling more himself. “What would it take to change his mind?”

“I don't know,” Yuki said. “His uncle is
his guardian, and they had a falling out when Jin went to college.
Things are still pretty tentative, I believe, so I don't know if he'd
be willing to blow it off. He's trying to find a flight as we speak.”

Mugen thought some more and had an inspiration. “We'll
kidnap him,” he decided. “I'll hire a flight to Tokyo, K?
Go make sure he doesn't book anything until I get back to you.”

Yuki
assented and Mugen set his secretary on it. He knew she'd come
through, and she did—a private jet that could leave anytime
after 3pm. He phoned Jin, “So I hear you want to go to Tokyo
this evening. Lemmie take you.”

“What!?!”

“I
gotta private flight all set up,” Mugen told him. “I
invited Yuki too. We can drop you off at your uncle's and you can
meet us at the hotel later.” He held his breath.

“You
bought...a flight?” Jin was sounding uncharacteristically
stupefied.

“Yeah, I hired a plane. I got money, OK?”
Mugen was feeling impatient. “Come on! Say yes. It'll be fun.
We can leave anytime you want.” After continued expert nudging,
Jin finally agreed and the trip was arranged. Mugen thought he'd died
and gone to heaven.

The limo picked up Yuki first, who
entered and promptly squealed, “Oh my god, this is great!”
Mugen jumped him to get in a little private make-out time before they
got to Jin's place just a few blocks away. Licorice Boy, Mugen
thought. Dark and sweet.

Jin got in with a quiet hello
and Mugen jumped him too. Jin did not resist, although kissing him
remained a battle. Mostly they played in the middle, for both would
resist the plunder of their own mouths by the skilled tongue of the
other. When defenses were breached and Jin finally opened, allowing
Mugen to prowl and forage inside, the treasure discovered seemed
extra sweet for all the hard work earning it.

After a while,
Jin pushed him away, chuckling, “The airport's not that far
away, Mugen.” Mugen grudgingly admitted it would be better to
wait.

The plane itself was as nice as Mugen expected it to
be. Jin and Yuki tried not to appear impressed, but he could tell
they were, and that tickled him immensely. It was a six-seater, with
a suite in the back. “There's a fucking bed on this plane,”
Yuki informed them, even though they could both see it
themselves—that and a few chairs, a loveseat, coffee table and
entertainment system.

The captain and flight attendant, used
to being discrete on such flights, came in to say hello and drone the
necessary safety instructions, then essentially disappeared. Once the
“Fasten Seat Belt” sign came off, they were free to play.
Yuki and Mugen ordered drinks, and they flopped around the suite
eying each other with a certain predatory air.

“It'll
be the usual two and half hours to Tokyo,” Mugen told them.
“You wanna watch a movie...or something?”

“Something!”
Yuki decided.

Mugen turned to him with a smoky grin. “Who
gets to go first?” He and Yuki squabbled until Jin roused
himself.

“No one,” he announced. “I don't
want to show up at my uncle's reeking of sex.”

Mugen
and Yuki eyed each other, having plotted earlier on the phone. “So
what if he resists?” Mugen had asked.

“I'm
not sure,” Yuki replied. “He hasn't touched me
since you and I...you know....”

Mugen liked the
sound of that, but persisted. “Well, we should have a plan
just in case. Who knows, you might get lucky again.”

They'd hemmed and hawed until Yuki announced, “Oh, I
know! The perfect secret weapon. If you can keep him distracted, I'll
bring out the big guns.”

And so, faced with
predictably resistant prey, Mugen and Yuki initiated their plan.
Mugen attacked Jin's mouth, and gave way so Jin could slip that long
and talented tongue inside his own, even though it made him feel
invaded and woogy. He captured and sucked on it until Jin wiggled
free and tickled the back of his throat, making him convulse.

Mugen
was trying to get past Jin's defenses when suddenly his jaw
slackened, and a moan escaped like none he had ever heard. He knew
Yuki couldn't be at Jin's crotch because his hand was resting
proprietarily on the zipper of his jeans to keep the prize all for
himself. But the moans were continuing, so Mugen raised his head to
see what Yuki was up to. He had to look twice to believe it, but Yuki
had Jin's shoes off and was busy massaging one elegant, narrow foot.
Jin was clearly in ecstasy, and Mugen laughed.

Not to be
outdone, he slid down next to Yuki and pulled the sock off the other
one, sucking Jin's big toe, and then all the rest, into his mouth.
Jin's back arched off the bed and he moaned again. “Oh my god!”
he gasped, as both feet were lovingly attended to.

After a
while, Mugen raised his head and grumped. “Shit. If I didn't
know better, I'd say you like this better than sex.”

“It
is better than sex!” Jin assured him, writhing in
happiness.

“Nothing is better than sex,” Mugen
insisted, watching Yuki's massage style and trying to copy it,
secretly amazed at how melted Jin was after just a few minutes of
attention.

“Another ten minutes of this and he'll be
willing to fuck a duck,” he whispered to Yuki.

Yuki
nodded gleefully. “Told ya!” he whispered back. “Works
better than kissing.”

And so the stoic Jin's sharply
defined boundaries began to blur, the lines dissolving like a
sidewalk chalk picture in a rainstorm. Defenses lost, he was a puddle
of undefined color and light when Mugen and Yuki removed his clothes,
both contemplating the beauty of this stark white, blank canvas. What
art belonged here? They nodded to each other and began to create.

to
be continued
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