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Business
as Usual, XVII
by Laura Bryannan

Mugen
had barely gotten settled at his desk the next morning when his cell
rang. It was Jin, he couldn't believe it.

“Holy shit,
you called me!”

“Yes.”

“Uhhh...how
about my place after work?”

“All right.”

Mugen
was on pins and needles all day, nothing engaged him and time seemed
to drag on forever. The level of joyous anticipation he was
experiencing was of concern, but he couldn't shake it off, so he
tried to find a place of peaceful coexistence and be patient until
the workday was over.

Grateful the doorbell finally rang—he
was never certain Jin would show—he answered it clad only in
his suit pants, unaware of the potential effect on his visitor. Mugen
opened the door to see incredulous pleasure flash across Jin's face
as he swept inside the apartment, kicking the door shut behind him.

Jin took Mugen's face in his hands and used his hips to push
him against the wall of the foyer, fitting them together just so, his
erection obvious through the thin material of Mugen's slacks.
Expecting a searing oral attack, Jin's gentle sucking on his lower
lip felt surprising but wonderful, so he opened his mouth wider to
give him greater access. Jin's butterfly kisses nibbled and teased,
sneaking his tongue inside every so often, which Mugen would
gratefully suckle until it was withdrawn again.

Needing
warmth, needing skin, Mugen got busy at their belts and zippers, his
own clothes dropping easily. Jin's tight jeans required some tugging
to get them to his feet, but he was going commando so...hell yeah!
Mugen nuzzled the black curls, ready to get to work, when Jin pulled
him standing again, kissing him so drunk he didn't notice his ass was
being kneaded until his cheeks were spread and a teasing finger sent
a jolt of electricity up his spine.

Jin's
fingers...damn...they could melt him in ten seconds, as agile and
skilled as the most masterful tongue. Better than the most masterful
tongue because there were so many, all tickling and stroking him in
different places. He could relax his muscles so that one could enter
a little, and Jin took advantage enough that Mugen ached for more. He
clung to Jin's shoulders, gasping into his mouth as they continued to
kiss, held vertical by Jin's strength, not his own. So when the
demanding tongue exited and the tantalizing fingers withdrew, Mugen
fell forward as Jin sank to his knees and took his cock in his mouth,
the vice grip on his hipbones keeping his lower half nailed to the
wall.

It was so fucking good. Way too fucking good. He was
gonna cum if Jin didn't stop soon and he didn't want to cum like
this. His body shuddering, he tried to dance away from the delicious
sensations but there was nowhere to go, his back was truly against
the wall. Dropping his head, he stroked the dark hair of his lover
and ran his hands down the long spine, letting some whimpers escape.
Please, he begged inwardly. Don't make me cum this way.
Please fuck me.

And damned if Jin didn't stop!

Jin
stood, scooping up one knee as he rose, and Mugen felt cool, wet
fingers at his entrance. He wondered where the lube came from for a
vague moment before being overwhelmed by the penetration, the sweet
opening and claiming he'd been longing for all day. He wrapped his
legs around Jin's waist, arms about his neck, and held on for dear
life. Jin thrust purposefully, steadily, in a way that gave him hope.
It was one of Jin's quickie rhythms, and he was sure that's all his
heart could take at this point.

There was something about
getting laid by this man that did Mugen in, slayed him completely.
First off, it felt too damn amazing, satisfying something deeper than
his lust. And he had no idea what to do with the unfamiliar
tenderness it evoked, but he liked the feeling, so that was weird
too. Secondly, there was the way Jin smelled. His scent could make
him hard in a second. He couldn't identify it—not clove, not
cinnamon, but still spicy—a savory treasure under the
sandalwood soap and shampoo. Jin's unique combination of armarments
lay his own defense system to waste, and he could do nothing but
succumb.

He reached for himself, opening his eyes to see if
Jin would disapprove. Jin peered back, his nod evoking a grateful
moan as Mugen got serious, stroking the way he liked best. Jin was
moaning now too, steaming from his efforts, his musk as euphoric as
any drug Mugen inhaled on purpose. Suddenly the arms supporting his
back shifted, lowering him, and the member inside claimed territory
that made him cry out. The orgasm ripped through him after a few more
thrusts, and all he knew was Jin. Jin's cock up his ass, Jin's sweat
on his tongue, Jin's arms crushing him close...and if they never let
go he wasn't gonna argue about it.

Mugen lay panting on the
floor, all his awareness inside, unsure exactly how he got horizontal
or when Jin came. Damn, that was sweet! He was feeling really
good, in no hurry to come back to reality, when shuffling and
movement caught his attention. What the hell? He opened one
eye to find Jin pulling on his jeans, and his heart sank. No, not
again! The guy always did this to him—knocked him on his
ass and split before he could muster any resistance—but he'd
resist tonight.

Jin opened the door and it was now or never.
Willing himself out of his post-orgasmic stupor, Mugen forced his
body into motion and managed to grab a pale ankle before it moved out
of reach. Jin rounded on him, frowning, looking ready to yank his
foot free and leave. Hoping against hope, Mugen watched as he
deliberated, trying to read the emotions playing across the beautiful
face.

Finally, Jin looked him in the eye and he knew. His
heart rejoiced as Jin's gaze softened and he shut the door...still
inside.

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

Jin
smiled down at his scowling lover, who was laying akimbo like a
marionette with its strings cut. “You sure know how to wreck a
moment,” the puppet groused.

Jin was touched but
thoroughly mystified by Mugen's gesture. “Why did you want me
to stay?”

“I'll make you dinner.”

“What!?!”
Were his ears deceiving him? “Don't tell me you can cook.”

“I didn't say I could cook. But I can turn on the oven
and stick shit inside, OK?” Mugen got up and started down the
hall, dragging his pants along the floor. Jin followed. “A
client sent me something tasty. I'll share it with you if you want.
Do you eat pig?”

“Um, not usually.”

“It's
barbecue. Ribs from Chicago, USA.”

Barbecue, yes!
“Oh...well, in that case, thank you.” Jin stayed a few
paces behind, mesmerized by three drops of clear liquid trailing at
different speeds down Mugen's inner thigh. The luscious ass stopped
in front of the bathroom door.

“You can use this one,”
its owner said. “There's another shower in the back.” Jin
did want to wash up, but he watched the cheeks continue down the hall
until they were out of sight before he entered to see what could be
done. Unfortunately, he'd used his t-shirt to clean up in his hurry
to escape, thinking he'd shower and change when he got home. It was
too gross to wear the rest of the night. Soap and water would work on
him but.... He washed, stuck his head out the door and yelled, “I
need to borrow a t-shirt.”

“Little dresser,
middle drawer,” a voice yelled back.

Jin entered Mugen's
bedroom and cast a quick look around, finding it in the same state of
comfortable disarray as he remembered—a pile of laundry in one
corner, magazines falling out of the nightstand, a suit hanging off
the closet door and another over a chair, stuffed elephant enthroned
on the bed. He located a plain white t-shirt and headed toward the
banging in the kitchen.

Mugen was wearing nothing but black
sweatpants, putting various-sized foil packages into the oven. “I
ate Carsons' ribs when I was visiting Chicago last time and they
weren't too bad,” he said. “It was pretty hilarious when
a box of 'em showed up last week. Mike is crazy. Anyway, they'll take
an hour to cook. Do you want a beer while we wait?”

Jin
considered. “I can't stand to drink beer unless I smoke too.
May I borrow some?”

Mugen gasped and slid into a chair
like his spine had melted. “You smoke?”

“I
did for a little while,” Jin admitted. “I enjoyed it, but
it's a stupid, evil habit so I quit. I do miss it, however.”

“Holy shit!” Mugen grinned, obviously pleased by
the revelation. “Hell yeah, I'll share. Let's sit on the back
porch so we don't gas out the place. It's nice tonight.”

And
so they sipped and puffed quietly for many minutes, and Jin was
content. Somehow the bitterness of the beer was balanced by the
smoke, the two ever belonging together in his experience. And since
Mugen smoked very exclusive, Turkish cigarettes, it was a delightful
indulgence.

Finally Mugen stirred. “Thinking about
Chicago makes me remember to ask. Do you have a passport?”

“No.”

“Get one. Soon. I'm gonna be going
to New York any day now, and you could come with me if you had your
passport together. It takes two weeks, at least, so....”

Jin
didn't quite stifle his gasp, his heart pounding. New York City was
one of those places he'd always wanted to visit but assumed would
remain an unfulfilled dream. “You're asking me to come with
you?” He still didn't believe it.

“Yeah,”
Mugen assured him. “Yuki too, if you want. It would be great to
have some native company for once. I already told you, my English
sucks big time.” Suddenly he laughed out loud. “I could
take you as my interpreter and comp you.”

“Don't
put your job at risk for me,” Jin cautioned.

“No
worries,” Mugen said. “I gotta crush on my boss, so I
ain't never gonna do nothing stupid at work.”

Jin almost
spit out his beer. The statement made his guts lurch. “A crush
on your boss? Tell me more.”

Mugen laughed. “Aw,
it's nothing, never gonna happen. He's married, happy too, with a
little girl and another on the way. He's just a good guy
and...um...one of the few who ever tried to help me.” He leaned
forward, handing Jin another cig, a funny seductive smile on his
face. “But he's got the ooogy boogy,” he intoned
ominously, “so if you look at him you get a hard-on in two
seconds flat. Honest to god, I'm telling the truth.”

Jin
chuckled. “Down boy. I get it.” Maybe Mystery Boss wasn't
the threat he first appeared, but Mugen's revelation was intriguing.
“I thought you were a partner.”

“I am.”
Mugen told him. “I forked over a ton of money to buy in there,
but it's still his game, you know? It's his company we attached
ourselves to, and his word carries more weight than the rest of us. I
knew that when I bought in, and so did every other partner there. But
look, I'm serious about New York, so deal with your passport.”

“All right, I will,” Jin decided, feeling
strangely excited and disturbingly flattered.

Dinner was
finally ready and Jin was amazed at himself. Maybe it was because the
food was really good, flavors he'd never tasted before but found he
liked very much. Maybe it was because he was on his second beer and
starting to feel it. Maybe it was the glob of barbecue sauce stuck on
Mugen's chin and the sensual way he licked his fingers. Jin didn't
know, but he was getting horny. Very horny.

It was hard to be
patient and wait for Mugen to finish eating—the man seemed a
bottomless pit—but finally, he did. His eyes practically popped
out of his head when Jin got up and sat in his lap, facing him,
straddling his hips. Feeling proud he didn't giggle at Mugen's
hilarious expression, Jin tried to look serious. “Think you can
get it up again, Ryu-san?”

“Are you drunk?”

“Are
you avoiding the question?”

“Get it up again? For
you?” Mugen feigned concern, looking thoughtful. “I don't
know, man. Not sure you turn me on enough.”

Jin
attacked the blob of sauce on Mugen's chin, needing to suck a bit
considering it had dried by now, and felt something pulsing in
Mugen's sweatpants. “Perhaps I could persuade you.” He
shifted his weight and ground into the base of Mugen's cock,
eliciting a gasp and a groan.

“Uhhh....”

“My,
how articulate.”

“You really wanna fuck me
again?”

“No.”

“No?!?”

“Do
me Spike.”

“Holy shit! Really?”

Jin
growled. “I say the secret password and you must obey.”

“Wow! OK. Here, grab this.” He handed Jin the
styrofoam cup of barbecue sauce, picked him up like he weighed
nothing and headed off to the bedroom. “I got some
ideas.”

“Oh, no!”

“Trust me.”

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

Jin
was in his bed. Mugen decided there was something very right about
that. So much so that he barely stopped to appreciate it, too
concerned that Jin's mood might change and the moment would be lost.
He soldiered forward, taking the cup of barbecue sauce, setting it on
the floor and grabbing some towels from the closet. Tossing them to
Jin, he dug his box of toys out from underneath the bed, found his
favorite plug and stuck it in the cup of sauce.

Standing up,
he discovered his resourceful lover had put his glasses on the
nightstand and spread a towel underneath himself so, without further
adieu, Mugen yanked his jeans to his knees and slid the plug home. It
wasn't thick, just something nice to hold, but he hoped it delivered
enough sauce to cause an effect. Laying alongside so they could make
out, he rest his hand on Jin's lower belly and waited. In just a few
moments he was rewarded as the muscles there jerked and pulsed, the
hips undulating. He resisted as Jin tried to break their kiss,
getting off on all the gasping and squirming, but finally had to give
way.

“Mugen, why do I feel...warm...inside?”

“Barbecue
sauce,” he laughed. “It's not that spicy, so I wasn't
sure if you'd feel anything. Should I put in more
pepper?”

“No!”

“Is it
nice?”

“Yes, actually.”

Jin was
fondling him gently but thoroughly, as if he understood the long haul
they were in for, so Mugen got distracted for a moment.
“Well...um...just wait. It gets better. This plug's got the
best low evah.”

“Low?” It began to vibrate.
“Oh....”

“Nice huh?” Jin nodded
enthusiastically. “At higher speeds it's nothing special, but
the low on this one's really rumbly.” He leaned down to kiss
the squirming figure once more, trying not to squirm himself as Jin
continued to stroke him expertly. His hand held Jin's package,
monitoring the flexing, tensing muscles as Jin worked with the
invading item...clenching, relaxing, clenching...the dance of his
hips making Mugen's head swim with lust.

He knew he should
let Jin get him closer to orgasm before they started fucking—he'd
just cum, and wasn't sure Jin could handle as much fucking as it
would take to bring him off again—but he couldn't wait. The
body next to his was begging to get laid and he was aching to do it.
He reached lower and gently pushed the plug deeper inside, rotating
it, causing Jin to moan and writhe. “You ready, pretty boy?”
he purred.

“Do me Spike,” Jin replied with a smoky
smile that made his stomach do flips. He wanted to fuck Jin with his
pants around his knees, but couldn't figure out how to make out with
them in the way, so off they came and the plug was removed as well.
Jin looked strangely little boy-ish and vulnerable wearing only a
plain t-shirt, his skin almost as white except for the cast of pink
on his face and neck.

Mugen enjoyed the view for a few
moments, debating whether or not to use barbecue sauce as lube.
Deciding it would be too messy, he slathered himself with regular
stuff and began to work himself inside his most beautiful lover. He
was amazed, as he always was when he fucked Jin, that this man, who
topped him expertly and could probably kick his ass as well, so
thoroughly surrendered to him the way Jin surrendered.

When
he was with Yuki there was never any argument about who was on the
bottom, but Yuki never truly submitted. Yuki would fight him every
step of the way, using his thighs to keep him from thrusting too
deep, pushing his face where he wanted it to go, “harder,”
“stop it,” “like this.” It was lots of fun
getting his own way in the face of such resistance, but Yuki's
attempts to top from the bottom could never be called submitting.

Jin was something else entirely. When Jin was seme he was
like steel, and Mugen had yet to discover any chinks in the cold
armor of his skill and detachment. But when Jin played uke he
relinquished all control. He opened, he let go, he truly received,
and Mugen loved to sink into those still waters and stir up a
tsunami. Jin yielded to his every whim and allowed himself to fully
respond—very heady stuff that aroused Mugen to no end.

He
began at a measured pace, feeling about halfway to his orgasm, and
Jin flowed with him, accepting him as deep as he wanted. They fucked
for a long while before he wanted Jin on his hands and knees. He
obliged without question, dancing sweetly as Mugen leaned on his back
and reached around to stroke him. Jin's skin was tangy from their
earlier efforts, his scent stronger than usual, and he emitted little
whimpers as Mugen moved in and out. It was the best buzz, feeding his
need for a fix, the Jin-drug he required more and more.

But
eventually, nibbling on neck and shoulders and whispering lewd
intentions into pale ears was not enough. Retreating, he flipped the
pliant body over and thrust inside again, wanting to watch the
alluring face as his attentions were received. He followed his
heartbeat and danced an ancient rhythm, lost in the ecstasy of it,
stroking into his lover as his lover stroked himself, both of them
synchronized and vibrating with the force of what they were creating
together.

Mugen felt as though his whole body was humming,
singing, the pleasure at his core radiating outward into every cell.
He knew Jin had to be reaching his limit but it was so goddamn good
he didn't want it to end. It was the most erotic and tantalizing
experience he'd ever had, the pull to continue overwhelming, his hips
moving because they had to. But soon Jin's shaky voice was heard
among the gasping and moaning.

“M-Mugen, I...don't
know...I....” His grip on himself was white-knuckled.

“'S
OK,” he murmured. “I'm close. Can you take more...more
intense, a little longer?”

Jin opened his eyes and gave
him a look, his seme persona flashing for a moment, if you can
dish it out, little man, I can take it, then closed them again
and shuddered. “Yes.”

Mugen poured a liberal
splash of lube into his palm, wrapped his fingers around himself at
Jin's entrance and began to thrust, pulling out and pushing through
his fist back into the heat of Jin's body. It was like jacking off
but a gazillion times better, even though he knew from experience
that this kind of thrusting—pulling all the way out before
pushing back in—was hard on the recipient. When things got
intense for Jin he tended to get quiet, so his increasingly muted,
“nhs” and “uhs” alerted Mugen that he needed
to tune in and bring this party to a conclusion.

His hand
provided the extra stimulation needed to finally bring him over, so
he was right there when Jin went limp with a groan, his orgasm
christening both their bellies. Jin's body relaxed so much, Mugen let
go of himself and plowed deep, exploding as he watched Jin arch off
the bed, his mouth open in a silent scream. Damn, damn, damn, it was
so fucking good! He closed his eyes and collapsed onto the sweaty
chest, his own heaving. He was comforted to know he could lay there
and bliss out for as long as he wanted and the guy couldn't split on
him.

OK, so he couldn't split, but he did stir...but only
after a respectable amount of time, for once. Mugen's blissful doze
ended abruptly when he was tipped off the cozy body and onto the cold
sheets. Jin sat up, stretching and yawning. “I must use
the bathroom before I go to sleep.” Mugen didn't doubt it,
inwardly cringing at the sticky mess Jin would probably face. His was
bad enough, and would require attention before he slept as well.

Jin stood up and walked toward the door, the tattoo on his
ass causing Mugen a sudden fit of possessiveness. “Hey!”
he called out. Jin stopped and turned to him, leaning against the
doorframe, visibly wobbly. “You told me once you didn't want me
sharing my ass with anyone. Well, I want the same deal. Since my
name's on yours I want it to mean something.”

Jin
blinked a few times, the tiniest smile hiding on his face, although
Mugen couldn't tell exactly where. He hesitated a moment then
inclined his head. “All right, Mugen, my ass is yours.”
He turned and headed to the bathroom. “We'll talk about the
rest of me another time.”

“Hey!” Mugen
yelled at the footsteps disappearing down the hall. “What the
fuck is that supposed to mean?”

to be continued
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