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Business
as Usual, XIX
by Laura Bryannan

Mugen stared,
transfixed, barely aware of the cock up his ass or the groan of the
man attached, as Jin's head landed with a thunk between his shoulder
blades. He couldn't understand what he was seeing. Jin drew him?!?
Jin drew him looking so...fine? Did he really look like this? He
didn't think so, but the images—all seven of them—were
intoxicating to see.

“You drew me better than I am,”
he said, not taking his eyes off the mesmerizing art.

“No,
I didn't,” Jin protested, “although there's something
wrong with most of them. This is the only one I'm happy with.”
Jin leaned over his shoulder and pointed to the image Mugen liked
best, a sketch of his face looking thoughtful and intelligent. He
hadn't realized he owned such an expression and was fascinated by it.
Strange things began to stir inside him, feelings new and
bewildering, as certain conclusions were drawn.

“So...you
like me, huh?”

Jin stopped his gentle thrusting, a smile
in his voice. “Yes, Mugen, I like you.”

“I'm
not just a booty call?”

“No. Although your booty
is certainly worth calling.” Jin caressed his cheeks while
Mugen purred, chin in hand, eyes still glued to the drawings.

“I
don't look this good when I'm cumming.”

“You're
not in a position to know that, are you?”

Sliding his
arms around Mugen's waist, Jin began to move more intensely than
before. Strong fingers clasped him, stroking expertly, while others
attacked a nipple. He shuddered, having the distinct feeling of being
fucked at both ends, considering how the images were impaling him and
wrenching his heart. Jin was thinking about him enough to draw
him...holy shit! It was almost too much to deal with. He felt
flattered, fascinated and totally freaked out.

“Hey!”
came a deep voice near his ear, startling him back to reality. “Stop
staring at yourself and look at me.”

Jin wanted him to
turn over, but Mugen resisted. “I am looking at you,”
he argued. “I'm looking at you looking at me.” He could
feel Jin chuckle and felt relieved, unsure he could face him in his
current state. “Just fuck me like this, K?” he begged to
seal the deal.

Jin remained silent but began to work him
well, enough that he had to lay his head on the mattress and clutch
the sheets to manage the sensations. He could still see the pictures
behind his eyelids, though, and the wonder of them fueled the
wildfire orgasm that ripped through him several minutes later.
Flopped on their sides, spooned together as they came down to earth,
Mugen could feel Jin's heart pounding against his back. His own was
in turmoil, consumed with feelings unfamiliar and unidentifiable.

It was like when his boss complimented him on a deal that
earned the firm a hunk of money, only a thousand times better. He
felt acknowledged, Jin had seen him. And, even more amazing,
he felt appraised and deemed valuable. It was too fucking amazing!
Jin...cared. Could it be true? The evil voices whispered, Nah,
he's just using you like everyone else. Once he gets what he wants
he'll take off. Mugen decided to ignore them, for now, anyway.

The breathing behind him slowed and deepened, lulling him
into unconsciousness. Mugen settled into the sheltering arms, feeling
blissed out and cozy. Jin was drawing pictures of him when they
weren't together. He didn't know what that meant, but it was too big
to contemplate in his stupified state and could keep till tomorrow.
Yearning to look at the sketches once more, but feeling too sweet to
move, he fell asleep caressing them in his mind.

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Jin
hid the sketchbook first. Even before he peed he ripped out the page
Mugen saw and stuck the rest of the incriminating artwork somewhere
it would never be discovered.

Thankfully, his position behind
last night insured his mortified blushes went unnoticed. And what a
relief Mugen had not thought to look beyond the first page! Thus the
embarrassing last portrait, the one of Mugen looking at the viewer
with a sweet expression of romantic yearning, remained undiscovered.
Jin shuddered, imagining the humiliation.

He practiced his
kata, showered, and entered the bedroom ready to perform alarm clock
duties but Mugen's eyes were already open. “Where's the
pictures?” he asked. “Can I buy 'em?”

“I
was going to give them to you.”

“Really?”

“Yes,
Mugen.”

“Wow, thanks! Lemmie take you somewhere
swanky after work to pay you back.”

“I cannot,”
Jin told him. “My company is hosting a reception for our
friends and sponsors tonight. It's important and I must
attend.”

“You never said a thing about it!”

“I
dread affairs like this, so I prefer not to think about them until I
must. You may come if you want, it will be at our headquarters from
five to seven. I'll probably want to run home and hide afterwards,
though.”

“Who's gonna be there?”

Jin
shrugged. “We invite our local business neighbors and our
current and potential sponsors. Sponsorships are essentially
scholarships that pay a portion of an employee's salary. With them we
can offer a living wage to more kids, so they're important, and we
like to thank our supporters for their generosity. Yuki says there's
a few potentials who might show up tonight, so I'm hopeful we'll reel
in little more money.”

“Fuck me.”

Jin
blinked at the sudden request. “No, there isn't time.”

“Just
a quickie.”

“No, Mugen. I'm completely
preoccupied. I successfully put the reception out of my mind all
week, but it's happening this evening and I can ignore it no longer.
Besides, if you don't leave soon, you'll be late for work.”

Mugen sighed and searched his face as if looking for
something. Suddenly an awareness dawned in Jin's heart—he
hadn't kissed his lover in over twenty-four hours! Deciding to remedy
the situation, he leaned down to claim the pouting mouth. Mugen
opened to him immediately and he moaned in surprise, allowing the
same access. The kiss seemed more intoxicating than usual, sending
bolts of electricity to places that woke up quickly, so Jin almost
lost his resolve.

Reluctantly pushing the delicious man away,
Jin stepped back from the bed. “It's fine if you come tonight,
but I can't guarantee how much attention I can pay to you as I'll be
stuck socializing with the guests. Oh, and...um...I'm not out at work
and neither is Yuki, so your discretion....”

“'S
OK,” Mugen interrupted. “I'm not out at work either.”

Jin relaxed. “Good...well, on your way, my man. I need
to take off.”

“No.” The alluring creature
stole the towel tied around his waist and pulled him onto the bed.
“Not till you give me some.” Mugen captured him in his
mouth, arms wrapped around his hips securely, and Jin wanted nothing
more than to hide from his responsibilities and let the pleasure
continue. But, he couldn't.

“Mugen!” he gasped.
“This reception is for my company. I must go!
Stop...please.”

The spiky-haired man raised his head,
cocking an eyebrow. “I ain't asking you to blow off your big
party, but you can show up late for work, right Mister
President?”

“Oh!” The exquisite thing Mugen
was doing with his left hand insured his response. “Ummm,
well...yes...yes, I can.”

And so, late but much more
mellow, Jin arrived at work ready to confront his anger at Yuki. He
wasn't happy to be facing such a stressful day feeling pissed off at
his VP. The not-quite-apology hit him the moment he walked in the
office.

“Jin, I'm sorry about last night,” Yuki
began, “but I was so freaked to hear you were screwing
Fuu-chan, I....”

“I'm not screwing Fuu,” Jin
argued. “We were together a few times last fall.”

“I
still can't believe it. Why, for god's sake? She's such an obnoxious,
vapid girl. You didn't leave me to be with her, did you?”

Jin bristled. “No I did not, and the circumstances of
our coming together are none of your business. I've been happy to
share Mugen with you, Yuki-kun, but spill any further confidences and
I will change my mind. Do you understand?”

Yuki was
contrite, eyes lowered. “Yes, Jin.”

Jin sighed
and reached for his ex, who came to him eagerly. He hated feeling
angry, and Yuki's revelations had proved fortuitous after all, so he
let go of his grievances and turned to the important day ahead. “Is
everything all set for tonight?” he asked of the
licorice-scented man in his arms.

“Of course.”

“You've
over-organized as usual?”

“Of course.”

“Is
there anything I must do?”

“The list is on your
desk. Only a few things. Um...did you know Master Niwa is definitely
coming?”

Jin cringed. “No, thanks for the advance
notice. I've been lax about training lately.” He peered at Yuki
who smiled back ruefully.

“He'll want to know why.”

“Yes, he will.” For the first time since their
relationship began, Jin didn't look forward to seeing his mentor.
Master of the dojo he trained at once he moved to Okinawa, Niwa
Juunosuke soon became the most important person in Jin's world. The
loving sensei was the father figure Jin had always wished of Uncle
Mariya, and he never wanted to disappoint the man. He would
rightfully question his recent absences from the dojo, and the truth
would be embarrassing to relate.

Not only had Sensei enhanced
Jin's martial arts skills, offering styles and theories not seen in
his uncle's traditional approach, but he had guided the motivated
young man to the people who helped him set up his business—the
business that was supposed to fund Jin's graduate schooling but
became the reason he never applied to a program.

Like his
uncle, Master Niwa tried to lure him away from his own undertakings
to teach at his dojo, but Sensei never turned the screws the way
Uncle did so their relationship remained companionable. Enough that,
when Niwa-dono's wife passed away two years earlier, Jin had hoped
the grieving man would turn to him for consolation. He'd subtly
encouraged it, almost spoke of it, but the object of his attention
never took the bait. Love, respect and admiration—Jin felt all
these things toward his sensei, and would be happy, even now, to
share his bed if so asked. Of course, the fact that his relationship
with Niwa-dono irked his uncle to no end didn't hurt either.

How
could he explain the strange path his life had recently taken to his
beloved mentor? The question plagued him all day, and he meditated on
his responses one by one, pondering and fondling them like the nenju
beads on his wrist.

At five-thirty, the nervous president of
Takeda Delivery stood in the center of his shop surveying his
creation, and felt proud. Surrounded by good comrades, his fear of
social interaction wasn't as overwhelming. His younger employees were
being relatively quiet and not pirating the dessert table too badly.
His officers and senior employees all looked stiff and strange
dressed in suits or Friday casual rather than their typical street
garb. He probably looked equally odd to them decked out in his best.

Scanning the assemblage for Master Niwa and wondering whether
Mugen would show up, a man caught his attention—a man so
strikingly handsome his breath hitched. Dressed in a classic gray
suit but wearing a headband to contain his shoulder-length hair, his
presence was commanding. Jin was trying to decide what aboriginal
culture the headband was reminiscent of when he realized the man was
walking toward him. Consciously shutting his gaping mouth, Jin held
out his hand to shake the one presented to him.

“Okuru
Masanori, Okinawa Development,” the man stated. “You must
be Takeda Jin.”

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Mugen
walked into Takeda Delivery, surprised at the size of the gathering.
Although many were probably Jin's employees, he hadn't expected the
event to be so well-attended. Jin's height made him easy to spot, so
Mugen leaned against the wall near the door and watched his lover
visit with his guests. He hadn't seen Jin in a suit since their
dinner at Helios and the sight was mighty delicious.

Takeda
Delivery's setup was impressive. The loft was large, with humongous
south-facing windows letting in lots of light even this late in the
day. A corral of bikes and skateboards took up the corner by the
door. The back wall had partitions along it creating four offices,
and a larger one on the right with walls too high to see over. There
was a lounge area with an entertainment system and a pool table, a
study area, and lots of unused open space. Jin had a good thing going
here, and Mugen felt proud and a little jealous of him for creating
it. The air of camaraderie about the shop was tangible, in sharp
contrast to the tense, hyper-competitive atmosphere of his own
workplace.

Jin's employees were giving a command performance,
looking uncomfortable all dressed up trying to be good in front of
the important grownups. The exception were two dudes decked out in
suits so flamboyant, one canary yellow the other lavender, Mugen
grinned every time he looked at them. Their piercings and crazy
sideburns only added to the amazing effect. They kept butting heads,
getting in each other's face, making enough of a scene that Mugen
almost left his post to make them chill, but Yuki beat him to it.
Bonking them both on top of the head and sharing a few words, they
backed down, smiling sheepishly.

“'Scuse me, mister.”
The little voice startled him. He looked down to see a boy of about
ten, holding out a cup of green tea. “My boss tol' me to give
this to you.” Smiling, Mugen took it. Jin knew him well, and
was obviously aware he had arrived. “I saw Jin-sama beat you up
a few weeks ago,” the brat continued innocently. “Are you
a bad guy?”

“Nah,” he laughed. “My
ass just needed kicking.”

“Uhhh, OK.” The
kid eyed him strangely and took off, evoking a chuckle. When Mugen
looked up again he almost dropped his cup. There was Jin talking
to...Okuru-san?!? What the fuck! His entire body responded, heart
pounding, guts clenching, skin flashing heat. He stood paralyzed,
breathing deeply, trying to calm himself. The two men on the planet
he lusted after most were standing next to each other, talking. The
sight was so unbelievable, he wanted to pinch himself to make sure he
wasn't dreaming.

Jin and Okuru-san were amiably discussing
something when suddenly Jin bowed, looking contrite. Mugen could have
killed to know what they were saying, but there was no way to get
closer without attracting attention. The two were still talking when
they were joined by a handsome, traditionally-dressed man, five to
ten years older than his boss. They made their greetings and Mugen
was graced with his second jaw-dropper of the evening: the man smiled
something and both Jin and Okuru-san blushed! Blushed like
naughty schoolboys. It was un-fucking-believable! What the hell was
going on?

“Hey,” came Yuki's familiar voice at
his side. “I haven't seen you in a suit since that day in your
office. It brings back good memories.”

Mugen gave him a
lustful glance. “I've never seen you in a suit. Lookin' fine,
kiddo.” Yuki did look fine in his charcoal pinstripe and he
beamed at the compliment, but Mugen couldn't contain his curiousity.
“Who's that older guy talking to Jin and Okuru-san?”

“That's
Master Niwa, sensei of the dojo we train at,” Yuki told him.
“You know the other guy?”

“Yeah, he's my
boss.”

“Really?” Yuki enthused. “Okinawa
Development showed. Great! I've spoken to Okuru-san on the phone a
few times, but I never imagined him so good-looking. Holy moly! Is
he....”

“Married,” Mugen informed him.

“Oh,” Yuki sighed, sounding deflated. “Oh
well.” Then he giggled. “Jin's probably in the doghouse
with Sensei. It looks like Okuru-san knows him too. Small world,
eh?”

“Why is Jin in trouble?”

“Jin
is Master Niwa's top student, and his social life—if you can
call it that—was centered around the dojo. At least...up until
recently.” He gave Mugen a meaningful glance and Mugen
understood, but then Yuki's expression darkened. “Damn! Here I
go telling you Jin's secrets again. Stop asking me about him behind
his back, Mugen, I'll get in trouble.”

“Is he
still pissed at you?”

“No,” Yuki told him.
“Things are alright now, thank god. Um...what are you doing
later? Jin's useless after an event like this. He'll want to go home
and not speak to another human for the rest of the night. Can we get
together?”

“I don't know, Yuki.” Mugen
didn't want to make any plans until he talked to Jin. They'd gotten
it on that morning, but his need for a Jinfix was coming more and
more often these days. Yuki had screwed himself out of a screwing
last night, though, and Mugen felt bad considering it was kind of his
fault. Giving his second favorite lover a unobtrusive ass grope, he
asked, “Is there anywhere around here we can go hide for a
while?”

Yuki thought for a moment, then smiled. “If
you head past the big office toward the back, there's a supply closet
off to the right I can lock from the inside. Meet me there in a few
minutes, okay?”

Mugen nodded conspiratorially and made
good on his promise. Thus it was that the two lovers were occupied,
Mugen on his knees, Yuki balancing on a pile of boxes, when the
burning projectile crashed through a window of Takeda Delivery.

to
be continued
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