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Business
as Usual, XVI
by Laura Bryannan

Yesterday
it had been Beethoven's 9th but today Jin put on the 7th. The piece
was melancholy and so was he.

Seeing Yuki back at work that
morning had been a comfort, despite the lurid bruises still covering
half his face and his careful gait. The crew fussed over him,
spouting the usual demands for retaliation, which Jin forbade...as
usual.

The call came in early, and Yuki's blush was Jin's
clue as to who was on the line. Mugen was the medicine Yuki needed
right now, so he was pleased.

Jin confirmed before he left
the office for the evening. “Is Mugen taking care of you
tonight?”

Yuki looked at him shyly, but with eyes
shining. “Yes.”

“I'm glad,” he
responded sincerely. “Goodnight then.”

It wasn't
until Jin got home that he realized his call never came. In fact, it
was the first time since he gave Mugen his phone number that he
hadn't called by quitting time. He wasn't convinced it meant
anything, but found it interesting nonetheless, especially
considering his decision.

Jin finished the Bento he bought for
dinner by the time the second movement began, so nothing distracted
him from the minor tones pulling him out of his head and into his
body. He welcomed it, having had trouble finding his way downward all
day.

Mugen. Jin smiled as he contemplated his lover. So
hungry. So tasty. Quite the distraction. He unbuttoned his jeans and
closed his eyes, allowing the memories to arise. Heated, stinging
mouth at his throat, his chest, his cock, his ass. Making him ache
with need and beg to be impaled, even though the begging would only
insure several more minutes of agonizing torture. Yes, Jin was
fascinated by Mugen's mouth, the barbell such a lewd statement, there
for one purpose only. And the way it felt in different sensitive
places....

Jin's hand slipped inside his shorts, stroking, as
favorite Mugen-getting-fucked expressions played across his inner
vision. Sometimes he looked so innocent, sighing and cooing, crushing
Jin in his arms and making it almost impossible to move. Other times
the smartass would bray, inviting Jin to batter the smirk off his
face and turn his snickers into screams.

Jin stroked harder,
plunging into the undulating body. Always Mugen would grimace,
whimpering, even while growling, “More, you fucker!” The
caramel colored skin glistened with sweat, its own musk stronger than
the scent of his cologne. It didn't matter how Jin positioned him,
how widespread his thighs, how arched his back, Mugen accepted it,
welcomed him, challenged him to do it harder, deeper. Annihilate Me
was the standing order and, yes, it was exhilarating to fulfill it.

Jin came, his heart feeling full and yet bittersweet.
Sighing, he knew it was time to let go. The towel that lived on the
floor for just such occasions was put to use, he zipped his pants and
sat up. Yes, Mugen was quite the distraction, but where were they
headed? What purpose did the relationship serve? In his post-orgasmic
calm, he could detach, put the sweet memories in a box and mark it
“Do Not Open Until Insanity Strikes.”

Jin knew
the dojo was his fate and he didn't begrudge it. He just wasn't going
to live there under his uncle's thumb waiting for him to die. When it
became necessary he would step in, until then, he was determined to
remain free. But his uncle was right about one thing: his family
needed to continue and he was the only person who could continue it.
His nature didn't lean in that direction, but it seemed a wife was in
the cards for him one day.

Beyond Yuki, there had only been a
handful of lovers, and none had sparked his interest, male or female.
But one, the daughter of very old friends of his family, remained in
his thoughts. He'd known her longer than Yuki, for she was born a
year before his parents died, although he saw her only a few times a
year at certain holidays when everyone gathered. She'd had a crush on
him since she was a child, so perhaps that's why she put up with his
tendency to wander in and out of her life, and never stay for long.
They'd even played at lovers for a few months after he left Yuki,
even though she'd still been jailbait at the time, only to disappear
on her again.

Mugen and Yuki were better suited. His body
would miss Mugen for a while, but that's what masturbation was for.
It made him happy to know his beloved Yuki was with someone he wanted
so much. And it was so nice to not be the focus of said beloved's
attention any longer, that pleasure almost outweighed the pain of
letting Mugen go...almost. But that's what life was about. It was
about managing one's passions and doing the right thing, was it not?

He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the aching sadness
creeping into his chest. And then, steeling himself, he picked up his
cell and called Fuu.

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

It
ain't Jin. The words echoed through Mugen's mind as he made love
with Yuki. Maybe it was because he was all worked up, ready to
rumble, and it was no fun to slow down and be gentle. Maybe it was
because Yuki's face was still distorted, and the pain he was in made
him kind of fussy and cringing. He didn't know why, but it wasn't
happening for him tonight and that was that.

Mugen couldn't
understand it. Yuki was good company, as usual. Despite his taped
chest, bruises and cuts, he was still the second most beautiful
person Mugen had ever been with. He contemplated his lover as he
thrust, hugging the leg draped over his shoulder and pushing against
the one locked around waist attempting to restrain his movement. Yuki
still tried to top from the bottom and it was still fun to smack him
down and teach him proper manners, so what was it? Mugen didn't know.
All that kept running through his head was, it ain't Jin.

After
they were done screwing around and dinner had been consumed, Yuki
began nodding as he typically did, apparently even more of an
early-to-bed-early-to-riser than Jin. Mugen tucked him in and begged
off sleeping over. It was way too early to crash and he was way too
restless to stick around. He hit the pavement and wandered aimlessly
for a while, then got an idea.

Jin's apartment was only a few
blocks away, so he decided to walk by. As the building came into view
he could see flickering light through the big windows in Jin's living
room and assumed he was working out, even though he usually practiced
his kata in the morning. The desire was irresistible. Since Jin's
apartment was on the top floor, Mugen climbed the back stairs of the
building across the street, shimmied up a drainpipe and made it to
the roof, giving him a perfect view into Jin's living room.

Yep,
there he was, dressed in a simple gi and hakama, swinging a sword
around like there was no tomorrow. The form was precise,
well-practiced, the movement exquisitely fluid. Mugen was
mesmerized...and impressed in spite of himself. He knew how heavy a
katana was, and yet Jin wielded it as though it weighed no more than
a stick. Mugen hadn't seen anyone move so fast outside of those fake
kung fu movies, and he didn't half believe what he was seeing now, so
unearthly was the speed.

Jin worked out for forty-five
minutes and Mugen sat there watching, debating, trying to ignore the
longing in his heart. Beautiful and fierce, delicate and graceful yet
so fucking powerful, Jin's dance seemed to epitomize everything Mugen
felt about him. The lunges hit him in the gut, the parries and
strikes made his heart soar. He argued with himself as Jin continued,
wanting something but unsure what.

Did he want to call and
ask if he could come over? And what if Jin said yes? It wasn't like
he had a lot of juice left for sex and it wasn't like he was even
horny, it was something else. How could he explain his call? Jin had
accused him of stalker-like behavior once before, so there was no way
he could cop to his activities tonight. "Hey, I'm on the roof
of the building across from your apartment spying on you through your
front windows." Yeah, that would go over real well.

Besides, what did he want? The closer he got to the actual
feeling the more uncomfortable he became. He couldn't go there, it
was too weird. He was almost twenty-one and had been living on his
own since he was a kid, so there was no way he needed that
from anyone! He tried to stomp out the embarrassing yearnings but
they whispered like a siren's song.

Jin was wrapping things
up, cooling off, and the matter was brought into sharp focus. Mugen
needed to decide quickly. He pulled out his cell and flipped it open,
every fiber in his being assuring him it would be good, it would be
nice, it would feel...safe.

Fuck that! he decided,
ignoring how his heart wrenched, stuck his cell in its holster and
headed home.
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Her
voice always made him smile in spite of himself. Fuu was so perky, it
was infectious. “Jin! How wonderful to hear from you!”
she enthused.

He'd been five the first time he met her, an
uninteresting baby in her mother's arms. But next visit she could sit
up on her own and he had enjoyed amusing her. She was on her feet by
the time they met again, and it would be fair to say that's when she
began to chase him. Her mother was happy to let him look after her,
and he didn't mind too much, considering she was pretty fun and did
interesting things.

Fuu was often the only person worth
consorting with when family and friends gathered, as there were only
a few other young ones like themselves, so they had come to lean on
each other for entertainment as the grownups visited. Thus, when
Uncle Mariya dragged him to the first family get together after his
parents died, there she was. Talking now, even more demanding than
before, openly upset he wouldn't play tea party but stubbornly
unwilling to play samurai either.

She gave him no strange
looks or sidelong glances the way everyone else did. She just wanted
to play her way, the same way she'd always wanted to play. He liked
that a lot. And so he'd watched her grow up, always charmed by her
common sense, her pluckiness and her apparent understanding of him.
Because their lives were so similar—she was an only child
too—he always felt deep sympathy for her as well.

Her
father had found religion and wandered off, never to be seen again,
when Fuu was six. It was quite the scandal, some strange Christian
cult they whispered, and Jin felt bad because Fuu had been close to
her father. Uncle Kasumi had always seemed like a nice man, so Jin
couldn't understand how he could leave his family like that. And
then, when Fuu was eleven, the doctors discovered her mother had
breast cancer. She battled the disease for many years, sometimes
successfully, but finally succumbed when Fuu was fourteen.

Fuu
had gotten stuck with an elderly relative who'd never had children of
their own, just like he had. Auntie Mai was Fuu's mother's oldest
sister, a spinster for good reason, many thought. She wasn't actually
a wicked witch, but she was tiresomely old-fashioned and strict, just
like Uncle Mariya. And so Jin had known how to console Fuu when she
lost everything because it had happened to him. He had survived, and
he wanted her to survive as well.

But life with Fuu meant
managing Fuu. So when she began to tell him of her summer, happily
answering her own questions and demanding little response from him as
was her wont, he was prepared. Listening to her through a headpiece
so his hands were free, he grabbed the pad of paper that lived next
to the bed and began sketching to help quiet himself.

“We
spent two whole weeks at the seaside, can you believe it? At first I
got sunburned but then....”

He couldn't get Mugen's
face out of his mind, so he began to draw what he was seeing. Just
his head, wearing the calm but wary expression of Mugen in repose.
But before he completed that, another image occurred to him...head
thrown back, eyes closed, teeth clenched...Mugen's
damn-that's-a-bitch-but-you-better-not-stop face. Jin noticed other
urges begin to stir besides the creative ones.

“Did you
get the postcard I sent? We were at the cultural festival the whole
day and it was so exciting, we....”

Mugen in mid-orgasm.
It was proving a challenge. Jin couldn't quite capture the
expression, even though he tried several times, filling the paper
with his attempts. This one looked too enraptured, that one too
insane. His eyes were evil here, too much puppydog there. And the
scenes Jin recalled as he tried to picture that aspect of Mugen were
making his jeans uncomfortable.

“And then my friend
Sata came to visit for a week, do you remember her? She's the one I
roomed with last summer, I'm sure you met her. Anyway, we went
to....”

A dangerous idea came to mind. How would Mugen
appear looking at him with a certain something in his eye? Not lust,
Jin knew that expression well. Not appreciation, he knew that one
too. Something more revealing and intimate. Jin wondered if Mugen had
ever looked at anyone that way, considering he wasn't sure if he had
either. But there was something deliciously wicked about trying to
draw it—Mugen looking as though he really liked him, as though
he.... Jin couldn't think it, but he could draw it. Engrossed in his
task, feeling embarrassed but quite thrilled with the results, he
almost didn't catch the comment.

“So I'll be in Okinawa
a few weeks from now. I can't wait to see you. Won't it be great to
be living in the same city again?”

Jin dropped the
pencil, hoping his gasp wasn't audible. “What did you
say?”

“Didn't Uncle Mariya tell you?” Fuu
replied. “I thought that's why you were calling. You know that
Young Scholars thing I was doing on campus last summer? Well, that
got me accepted into their special High School Merit Students
program, so I'll be taking my senior year at Okinawa University, even
though I'm only sixteen. It's a big deal, let me tell you. I worked
really hard, but I still couldn't believe it when they let me in.”

Jin's heart was pounding. For the past four years, the safety
of the Pacific Ocean existed between Fuu and himself, as she remained
in Tokyo when he went away to Okinawa University. Although he'd spent
much of last summer escorting her around the city while she attended
the Young Scholars program here, he hadn't suffered any repercussions
when he took her virginity—as she requested—for she'd
gone home in August and made no further demands on his attention
except a phone call now and then.
What would it mean to have
her in town? He wasn't sure whether he was excited, unhappy, or just
plain stunned, but he did have the wherewithal to say,
“Congratulations, Fuu. That's great!”

He begged
off the phone, promising to help her get settled when she arrived on
campus, and began to pace. Why was he so worked up? He couldn't
understand it. After a few minutes stalking his apartment, he put on
his training clothes and went out to the front room.

It had
always worked before. The repetitive movement always quieted his mind
and stilled his soul, but not tonight. He strove harder than usual,
moving faster and expending more energy, but nothing could keep the
ideas from plaguing his mind.

Fuu...her honey-colored eyes,
her sharp intellect and lithe but infinitely squeezable body.

Mugen...his café au lait charisma and passion,
his arrogant vulnerability.

As Jin practiced his kata, trying
to wear himself out, he had the strangest feeling. It was as though
he were showing off to someone, but to whom? He couldn't say, but the
notion remained and there was something thrilling about it.

By
the time Jin completed every form he knew for the sword, twice, the
familiar movements had finally helped him regain focus and restore a
certain level of calm to his being. However, even though he had fully
intended to put Mugen away, for some inexplicable reason he felt a
compelling need to jack off in the shower and call him tomorrow.

to
be continued
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