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Business
as Usual, XIV
by Laura Bryannan

Jin
walked into his apartment and sighed in happiness. The weekend had
been glorious, but it was just as wonderful to be back home
again...alone. He settled blissfully into bed, Mozart on the CD
player, a bowl of instant ramen in hand. He ignored the book he was
halfway through, content to simply listen and eat.

The
concerto wasn't quite finished when his cell rang. He groaned, not
wanting to look at the ID, as it was harder to ignore if he knew who
was calling. He finally gave in, saw it was Mugen, and decided to
pick up.

“You did me real fine last night,” the
husky voice purred.

“Thank you. You're very
delicious.”

“I want my legs around you again. I
want you inside me again. Lemmie come
over.”

“No.”

“Huh?!?”

“Tomorrow,
Mugen.”

“No. Tonight. Why can't it be tonight?”

“I need some down time, some quiet. I haven't been
alone since Thursday, and I feel stretched very thin. Can you
understand that?”

“No.”

“Mugen,
this weekend was amazing. I loved it. It was the most generous gift I
have ever received and I'm very grateful. But right now I need some
time to myself—time to process it all, I guess. If I'm too long
without that I start to go insane.”

Jin heard grumbling
on the other end as Mugen considered, then a loud sigh. “Well,
if you really don't want to, I....”

“Mugen,”
Jin interrupted, “tomorrow night I will happily screw your ass
into the carpet, but tonight I would like to contemplate my navel and
not have to pay attention to anyone, all right?”

“OhhhKaaay.”
The tone was sullen, but Jin ignored it and said goodbye before Mugen
could argue further. Smiling in relief, he hit Play on the remote and
the music washed over him again.

He hadn't realized he was
dozing until his cell startled him awake. According to the clock,
he'd been sleeping over an hour. The caller ID said Mugen, and Jin
sighed. Sometimes his lover's persistence was annoying.

“I'm
outside your building. Can I come in?”

“What!?!”

“I'm standing on your front doorstep. Buzz me in, K?”

“No! I told you....”

“Wait!”
Mugen shouted. Then, more persuasively, “Just let me ride you.
You don't have to do anything. I'll do all the work. I don't expect a
performance like last night. Come on, let me in.”

Jin
felt anger and frustration first, but grudgingly flattered second,
and buzzed Mugen in. He waited in the doorway of his apartment
listening to the footsteps coming up the stairs, trying to keep his
breathing steady, both upset and excited Mugen was there. His heart
skipped a beat as Mugen arrived on the landing, wearing an impeccable
navy suit and carrying a sinfully thin black leather briefcase. It
looks like he plans to stay the night, Jin thought.

“I'm
presuming,” Mugen began, reading his mind. “You can kick
me out later if you want. Just thinking positive.”

“Come
in,” Jin replied. He turned and walked down the hall to his
bedroom, hearing Mugen shut the door and follow. The brown hands were
on him before he got his t-shirt over his head, and then they were
kissing. Jin didn't stand a chance. Mugen's supersonic lasercannon
attack was clearly intended to stun and overwhelm the enemy, and the
strategy was successful. Jin's will crumpled, defenses blown to
smithereens, and Mugen had his way with him.

Some time later
Jin was on his back, Mugen riding him like a rodeo cowboy. He tried
to distract himself from the impending orgasm as the tawny hips
pumped him unmercifully, but his lover was too talented. He was
certain he was going to lose the battle and cum first when Mugen
suddenly stopped and raised his head. Panting and sheened with sweat,
Jin thought he looked magnificent.

“You pissed at me
for showing up?” he asked.

Jin smiled ruefully. “Not
anymore. It's good to hold you again.”

“Mmmm,
yeah. I wanted you all to myself.” He smiled rakishly, and
Jin's heart lurched, not sure if the disturbance this beast was
causing in his life was good or bad. However, one thing was certain:
he was way too addicting. Needing a little more control, Jin grabbed
Mugen's shoulders and flipped him over, scooping up his knees in one
smooth move.

“Ah, yes!” he decided, reveling in
Mugen's wanton, half-lidded expression. “Well, you've got me,
my man. All of me. Now relax.”

Mugen had been taking him
shallow, creating intense sensation where it was overwhelming, so Jin
dove deep. The moans his lover emitted when he was plundered so were
always gratifying, and he could better regulate his level of
sensation. Taking Mugen in hand, he began to stroke in time to his
gentle thrusts.

“Damn!” Mugen gasped. “You
sure know how to fuck a guy.”

Jin chuckled at his
enthusiasm, then changed his angle of thrust so Mugen couldn't speak
anymore. He rode the moaning body hard, expertly stroking the slick
cock, and Mugen gasped, “Oh god...you gonna let me? Can I
cum?”

“Cum Mugen.”

“A quickie?
Really?” He gasped again, shuddering as Jin answered his
question with some skillful wrist action, and let go in his typically
dramatic fashion. Laughing and cursing, his innards clenched Jin, who
finally allowed himself to feel what was happening in his body. The
sensations exploded into his awareness and he released as well,
biting Mugen's shoulder to stay grounded—to stay connected and
not fly off into space, to be lost forever among the stars.

Later,
a raspy voice near his ear woke him from his doze. “Can I stay
over?”

“Yes.”

“You're a good
fuck, Takeda-san.”

“Mmmm. Your ass is
irresistible.” Jin was becoming fond of the way Mugen curled up
behind him at night, as though he were a substitute for his stuffed
elephant. He was tempted to tease, but thought better of it. “What
time do you want to get up?”

“Seven,
please.”

“Mugen, don't do this
again.”

“What?”

“Don't show up
at my door when I've asked you not to come over. It's creepy,
and...stalker-like.”

“Um...OK. I'm sorry. But you
can't deny me when I'm starving like that. It's inhuman!”

“How
hungry could you be? We were fucking all morning.”

“Sporking
Yuki ain't the same, an' you know it.”

Jin smiled in
spite of himself. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Damn
straight! I ain't no fool.”

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

Mugen
sat at his desk, waiting for a computer model to spit out some stats,
feeling out of control. In the light of day, his behavior last night
was embarrassing, and all he could remember about his decision to
arrive at Jin's place unannounced was that it seemed like a good idea
at the time.

Their morning together had been quiet, Jin
waking him up matter-of-factly and disappearing into the kitchen,
with no encore of last visit's alarm clock BJ. This suited Mugen
fine, freaked out as he was. Too much of a good thing made him
nervous, and this thing with Jin was too good.

He'd showered
and dressed, grimaced down the cup of instant coffee Jin made for
him, and took off for work with little more conversation than
assurances they would talk later. Jin seemed as stand-offish as he
felt, and that was a relief. Hanging with someone who didn't need to
talk all the time was a good thing.

A call on his cell
disturbed his reverie. It was Jin. “Did you speak with Yuki
last night?”

“No. Why?”

“He's
not at work today, and I'm concerned,” Jin replied. “He
always arrives before me, and he's not here. There's no answer on his
cell. I have a bad feeling....”

“Lemmie see what I
can do,” Mugen replied. He had a bad feeling as well, and asked
Li-san to call the local hospitals, but when she came up empty-handed
he was perplexed. He was just about to ask her to call the police
when his cell rang again.

“He's at the county hospital,”
Jin told him. “I'm on my way.”

Mugen cringed. The
place held bad memories. “What happened? You're gonna get him
transferred outta there, right?”

“He was brought
in unconscious last night, beaten to a pulp,” Jin told him.
“There was no ID on him, that's why he ended up there. He just
regained consciousness this morning. Yes, I'll have him moved to
Chubu as soon as they can. He's in room 524.”

“OK,
I'll see you there.” He took a deep breath and shook his head,
trying to calm the adrenaline rush of upset and anger running through
his body. Life in Okinawa never changes. He told Li-san he was
heading out and took off for the hospital.

Entering room 524
, Mugen was shocked. The entire right side of Yuki's face was purple
and yellow, disfigured in painful-looking swelling, and both hands
were bandaged. He strode to Yuki's bed, nodding to Jin on the other
side, and bent to plant a gentle kiss on the lacerated nose. “Damn,
kiddo,” he said softly, “they really fucked you over.”

Yuki smiled ruefully. “I'm not feeling too bad. They're
giving me good drugs.”

“Two broken ribs,”
Jin told him. “That's going to hurt when the meds wear off.”

Mugen winced. Jin was right. There was nothing to do about
broken ribs but wait 'em out. “Was it the Nakasones?” he
asked.

“Don't know,” Yuki replied. “They
were hooded, four of them. Surprised me, the fuckers. I took two of
them out and then the other two got really pissed. Mukuro's the only
one who would bother with that kind of shit, though....”

Jin
nodded. “Whoever it was, I'm just glad you're all
right.”

“Yeah, when are they gonna let you outta
here?”

“I'm stuck overnight because I was
unconscious for so long," Yuki informed them. "Don't move
me anywhere else. The people here are okay. I'd rather stay put.”

“Do you want me to call your family?” Jin
asked.

“No! Please don't!” Yuki cried. “Mother
would use it as an excuse to move in for a month. I wouldn't want to
worry her anyway. I'm fine. I just look like shit.”

Jin
chuckled. “Do you need anything from your apartment?”

“Nah,
it's okay. Somebody here already called my credit card and cell phone
companies for me.” He smiled a them. “It makes me feel
better to see you guys. Thanks for coming. They said I could escape
tomorrow so long as no fever spikes or anything else weird happens
tonight.”

Mugen was quietly freaking out. Being back in
Okinawa County Hospital was not a happy experience. Seeing Yuki black
and blue and green amid the familiar smell and the bright lights and
the noise of the place...it was enough to make him want to scream and
tear his hair out to stave off the memories.

Luckily some
nurse was telling them they had to leave for now. They could come
back in the afternoon. He'd said goodbye to Yuki, hadn't he? Yes, he
was pretty sure he had. And there was Jin's hand on his arm, pulling
him down the hall and out the door, out into real air and sunshine
and away from all that.

“Are you all right?”
Jin asked. “You look a little green around the gills.”

“Don't like that place. Been there too many times.”

“Would you like to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Thank you for coming today. It made him very happy.”

Mugen looked at Jin, and the warm smile brought him back to
the present, banishing the horrible ghosts for the time being. “Well,
of course I was gonna come.”

Jin leaned toward him,
sliding one arm around his hips and the other around his waist, and
he let himself melt into the kiss. Oh yeah. That's right. That's
what I'm here for. They got a few hoots from passers-by before
they broke it, grinning at each other. “Will I see you this
afternoon? Visiting hours are at two.”

“Yeah, I'll
be here.” He hoped his shudder was inward. He'd go back even
though it made him sick to think about it. He'd go back just because
Yuki was worth it—what they all had going together was worth
it.

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

Jin
could hear them before he got to Yuki's room, and paused outside the
door to listen. He hadn't heard Yuki enjoying himself like that in a
long time, and it sounded sweet.

“Dammit, Mugen!”
Yuki chuckled, coughed and moaned. “Stop with the one-liners,
already. It hurts like shit to laugh.”

“Well, you
look like shit too, so gimmie a break.”

Jin entered,
smiling, and there were heys all around. He handed Yuki a small black
box and appreciated his squeak.

“Hell yes!” Yuki
exclaimed, sending Jin a grateful look while frantically opening it.
He popped a piece into his mouth with a happy sigh, and let Mugen
take the box from him.

“Panda all natural soft licorice
chews,” Mugen read aloud. “A ha! So this is the culprit.”

Yuki nodded blissfully. “My favorite, although I'll eat
licorice in any form.” He turned to Jin, whose guilt about
everything was assuaged the tiniest bit by the ecstatic expression on
his beloved's face. “Thank you, Jin-nii. Now I definitely feel
better.”

“You live on this stuff, kiddo?”
Mugen teased. “I swear it leaks outta your pores.”

Yuki
shrugged. “Some people like chocolate.” He eyed Jin. “And
some like cigarettes.” A pointed glance at Mugen. “I
happen to like licorice. Are you complaining?”

“Nah.
I can think of worse things you could smell like.”

Jin
sat back and listened to them banter, fascinated to watch his
emotions shift and settle into new patterns. The guilt and worry over
Yuki was fading away. He was clearly going to be all right, even
though he did look frightening at the moment. It wasn't the first
time Yuki had taken a hit that had most likely been intended for him,
and it probably wouldn't be the last, so long as Takeda Delivery
remained in business. Mugen had returned to visit despite whatever
was bothering him, and his affect on Yuki was so heartening, Jin felt
immense relief.

But now there was reason to worry about
Mugen. For one thing, he was drunk. Not falling-down drunk, but
definitely not himself. Jin could smell the beer on him, and wondered
why he was drinking so early in the day. He remembered Mugen's
earlier comment about being at this hospital too many times, and
wasn't surprised about it, considering the number of lurid scars he
had on his body, and one bullet wound as well. He had never felt
comfortable enough to ask about them and, of course, Mugen had never
been forthcoming.

Jin felt a pulling in his heart, a yearning
tugging at his consciousness to stop hiding, to tell his truth in
hopes that Mugen might do the same. He felt anguish about it,
doubting that such revelations could produce anything but revulsion
and abandonment. But the bothersome idea wouldn't go away, and so he
resolved to find a way to speak.

And then Mugen was shoving
him and he was startled back to the present. “Hey daydreamer,
go guard the door,” he ordered, pulling down the covers while
Yuki giggled.

“What?”

“Make sure no
one comes in.” Mugen's head burrowed under the ridiculous
hospital gown while Yuki cooed, and Jin knew there was no stopping
them.

“Just make if fast,” Jin said, standing
against the door so it couldn't be opened. He winced to see more
lacerations and bruises on Yuki's legs, but Yuki was unmindful,
absorbed as he was in Mugen's attentions.

Their spiky-haired
lover finished with the preliminaries and pulled out the big guns,
swallowing Yuki with a contented moan. Mugen's throat bulged as he
took the cock inside, and Jin thought his knees would give out at the
sight. To witness the invasion—jaw distending, throat swelling
as the cock slowly entered—was possibly the most erotic thing
Jin had ever experienced. Face flushed, cock stiff in his jeans, he
was just about to abandon his post and join the fray when Yuki cried
out, first in ecstasy and then in pain.

“Damn, it hurts
like fuck to move!” he told them. Mugen raised his head for a
kiss, squirming as Yuki teasingly palmed his crotch, when there was a
knock on the door. Jin waited until they parted, then allowed it to
open.

The nurse bustled in, telling them they were going to
have to leave. They obediantly said goodbye, although Jin kissed Yuki
in front of her, and she eeeped but otherwise minded her own
business. Mugen was about to do the same, with an additional under
the covers flourish, when Jin dragged him out of trouble.

“Come
on,” he said firmly, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of
the hospital and toward the street, waving for a cab. “I'm
taking you home. You're too drunk to be out in public.”

“I
ain't drunk...hardly anyway,” Mugen protested. “But you
can take me home if you want, pretty boy.” He had intended the
move to be suave, but instead he lurched, knocking his forehead into
the bony shoulder with a resounding clunk. “Ow! Damn!”
Jin sighed, stuffed him into a taxi, and finally managed to deposit
him on his couch, having sucessfully fended off ninety-five percent
of his amorous advances on the way.

Seated safely out of
reach, Jin had to know what was up. “Why are you drunk, Mugen?
I feel guilty we were fucking while he was laying there alone too,
but you were so upset at the hospital this morning. What's going on?”

Mugen shifted uncomfortably. “I just don't like that
place, is all. And it's been a long time since I been there, so it
weirded me out.”

Jin's heart was pounding. Something
inside was demanding he speak, even though the fear he felt was
overwhelming and impossible to ignore. It's now or never. Do it!
“Mugen, can I tell you something terrible about myself? I once
told you I had a criminal record. Do you want to know why?”

Mugen nodded, looking at him intently. “I show you mine
if you show me yours. That was the deal, right?”

“Yes,”
Jin agreed, his upset turning to icy calm. “I killed a man,
when I was very young. I woke up one night and heard my mother
scream. I knew where an old daisho was kept, grabbed the wakazashi,
and ran to my parent's room. The man was still there and I was able
to get in a lethal strike just before he noticed me. Unfortunately,
he got me too...you've probably seen the scar. I woke up in the
hospital and my life was never the same. My parents were gone and....
Well, there it is. Do you think I'm awful?”

“Awful?”
Mugen shook his head. “For killing the guy who murdered your
folks? Nah, that's great shit.” There was a pause and Mugen
took a deep breath. He searched Jin's face, debating in his mind,
then quietly admitted, “I killed a guy too.”

to
be continued
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