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Business
as Usual, XX
by Laura Bryannan

Thankfully,
there were no injuries. The rock wrapped in gasoline-soaked rags hit
the unadorned cement floor where it could not start a fire, and the
flying shards of glass hurt no one. But it was the third broken
window this year and Jin cringed, for they were expensive to replace
and their insurance rates were going to skyrocket.

The twins
lept into action, Tatsu phoning the police and Kazu organizing a
clean-up crew. Jin was starting to wonder where Yuki was when he
suddenly appeared at his side. “I'll start shooing folks out of
here,” he announced, and proceeded to do so.

As he
filled out the forms and answered the precinct detective's questions,
Jin was comforted that Mugen was still hanging around, first talking
on his cell and then to Okuru-san. He looked so nervous in the older
man's presence, Jin couldn't help smiling even in these trying
circumstances. Finally everything was completed and only a small
handful of people remained in the loft.

“Do things like
this happen often?” Okuru-san asked, as he and Master Niwa
joined them.

“Often enough that Detective Matsuda and I
are very good friends,” Jin told him, and the officer chuckled.
“The local gangs don't like us stealing their grunts.”

“Or
their potential customers,” Sensei chimed in.

“I
like what you're doing here, Takeda-san” Okuru-san enthused.
“I'll be happy to fund a scholarship.”

“Thank
you, sir,” Jin replied, bowing formally.

“Is
there anything I can do, my boy?” Sensei asked.

“No,
honestly,” Jin assured him, praying they would leave. “I'm
sorry for all the drama, but we're used to it...Tatsu, Kazu, come
take your papa home.”

The twins stepped up, Kazu
tossing the car keys into the air and twirling twice before catching
them behind his back. “Yeah, c'mon dad. Let's book. I'm
drivin'.”

“No way! I'm drivin',” Tasu
insisted, shoving his shoulder.

Their father rolled his eyes.
“I will drive,” he decided. “Can we drop you
somewhere, Okuru-san?”

“No, thank you, my car is
outside.”

Sensei and Okuru-san made their farewells and
finally...finally...Mugen approached him. Jin couldn't believe that
he had remained calm throughout the entire catastrophe but now his
heart beat faster with every step Mugen took.

“Pretty
crazy shit,” he observed, his cologne making Jin's knees weak.
“You need to get outta here.”

“Yes, we're
finished,” Jin agreed. “I'm heading home. Thank you for
coming, Mugen, I hope you weren't too horribly bored.”

“Uh...no.”
He cast a quick glance at Yuki, then rallied. “Hey, wait! You
can't go home, you're coming with me.” Jin resisted.
Emphatically. Considering the unpleasant surprises of this evening's
event, he was done with humanity for the night. Mugen persisted,
cajoling, attempting to persuade his reluctant lover, but all his
arguments proved unsuccessful...until he was hit with a bolt of
inspiration. “I'll rub your feet,” he sing-songed in a
seductive voice.

Jin shuddered. He was weary of battling and
the offer was impossible to refuse. “All right, Mugen, I'll
come with you.”

“Good!” Mugen strode toward
the door and Jin turned to his VP. Feeling guilty but unwilling to
extend an invitation, Jin ignored Yuki's hurt expression when he said
goodnight and followed his lover to the waiting limo.

Mugen
was blessedly quiet during the ride uptown, allowing him his
thoughts. They stopped once in front of a restaurant where he jumped
out and returned a few minutes later with dinner. Jin was soon at the
kitchen table eating, unaware how famished he was until he tucked in.
Mugen joined him, setting down two small glasses. Jin knew that the
Scottish whiskey Mugen was pouring cost three times as much as the
Glenlivet he bought himself, and it tasted wonderfully
mysterious—heather and smoky peat from faraway lands he longed
to visit but knew he never would.

“I bought this for
you, but it's really good,” Mugen told him. “I can see
why you drink the stuff.”

Jin smiled, enjoying the
langour and warmth it generated. “I don't drink anything this
expensive, so it's quite a treat. Thank you.”

They
finished their meal in silence and then Mugen stood up. “C'mon,
I promised you a foot rub.” Jin eagerly followed him into the
bedroom where he stripped down to his skivvies and jumped into bed.
Mugen did the same and made good on his promise, sticking a towel
under his feet and using something slidey that made it feel sooo
good. “It's just olive oil,” he was informed. “Don't
have nothing fancy.”

Mugen was being firm but gentle,
so Jin stopped bracing himself for ouches and relaxed, sinking back
into the pillow at the head of the bed. It went on so sweet and so
long, he was able to turn off his mind and let all the glorious
sensations in. Eyes closed, awareness focused inward, his body moved
and emoted purely by instinct, cooing, purring, moaning, writhing,
causing his lover to make lusty plans.

Jin was dreaming,
floating on euphoric clouds, so when his shorts were pulled off and
his knees pushed back, he did not protest. The heated mouth laved and
gnawed on his right cheek to make introductions, then swirled
between, causing him to cry out with the pleasure of it. The low
rumble of Mugen's chuckle created earthquakes in his foundation, and
he hugged himself to still his body's embarrassing shudders. The
reality that his ardent playmate would continue until he was
literally trembling and moaning with need, begging for release, was
both rapturous and terrifying to contemplate.

Mugen was not a
goal-directed lover and Jin found that amazing. He had never known
anyone so generous, so sensual, so obviously interested in lovemaking
for lovemaking's sake. Yuki had always been reasonably giving in bed,
although it was the nature of their relationship that Jin never let
down his guard completely or allowed him equal status. Yuki was, and
always would be, little brother. As it turned out, none of the other
lovers in Jin's past had been particularly sensual or giving, either.
Their focus had been on the pleasures they received at his hand, not
the other way around, and he had been fine with that.

But
Mugen...Mugen was another something altogether. By the time the
teasing warmth wandered to his cock, Jin was so melted and awash in
his lover's passionate ministrations the activity did not register
consciously. The tantalizing nibbles, laps and suckling weren't
intended to bring him off, but his body was hyper-sensitive so the
magic had its effect. The orgasm was lurking, growing, and with it
came discontent and frustration. Something more was
necessary.

“Mugen,” he ventured, hoarsely. “Stop.”
When his lover's activity did not cease, bringing him perilously
close to the edge, he tried again to no avail. Grabbing a shock of
spiky hair, he pulled, but it took an heroic yank before Mugen lifted
his head.

“Ow! What th'fuck?” Mugen looked drunk,
mouth slack, eyes blurry. “You were close. Don'cha wanna
cum?”

“Cum inside me,” Jin demanded, pulling
him upward by the shoulders.

Mugen's eyes regained their
focus, peering at him sharply. “Really?”

“Do
me, Spike,” Jin smiled, enjoying his lover's predatory
expression.

“I'm pretty close,” Mugen warned.
“Don't know how good a fuck I'll be.”

“You've
been pleasuring me this whole time and I've been shamefully lazy. How
can you be close?”

Mugen snorted. “You don't get
it, do you? I look at your skin and I want to bite it. The sounds you
make when I eat you out make my balls ache. I think about what your
cock does to me and I want to worship it all damn night.” He
hovered over Jin, sighing in contentment as he pushed himself inside.
“You're hot, Takeda-san. It turns me on to smell you, taste
you....”

Jin thought that was unbelievably crazy, but
in one mighty thrust his brain stopped functioning. Mugen leaned
down, giving him his tongue to suck as he ground into him
seductively, trying to drag it out and make it last. It didn't work.
With his lover in both ends, the sensations were impossible to
control and Jin let go, moaning, biting Mugen's tongue and clinging
to him like a man drowning in the sweetest bliss.

“So,”
came a quiet voice near his ear, much later, “did you get a
boner when you saw Okuru-san, like I said?”

Jin
chuckled, brushing his lips against the sweaty forehead, grateful to
be entwined with such a spicy, delicious body. “Yes I did.
Partly, anyway. He's very handsome.”

“What were
you bowing and scraping about?”

Jin groaned and rubbed
his eyes. “I'm not thinking about anything so embarrassing now.
Tomorrow, all right?”

“Aw, c'mon, I gotta know.”

“No,” came the firm reply. “Tomorrow,
Mugen.” Pulling the about-to-protest mouth to his, Jin shut him
up for the night.

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

The
warm hands on his ass woke Mugen up. They were gently stroking and
exploring, clearly waiting for him to respond, so he stretched and
pulled the pillow off of his head. “How long you been up?”
he asked his way too early rising lover.

“A few hours.”

“You work out?”

“Yes.”

The
massage began in earnest now, and Jin must have been using the oil
from last night because his hands were sliding over his back and ass
so nice. They would wander down his thighs, pressing into the wiry
muscles there and along his calves, then come up to his ass again for
more impassioned caressing. “Your cheeks feel so right in my
hands,” Jin enthused, kneading them firmly, pushing into
certain places and causing zings right where it counted. Mugen
couldn't believe how turned on he was.

The skillful hands
worked their way higher now, over his back, shoulders and arms. Mugen
had experienced massages before, but not from anyone he had the hots
for, and he found his heart becoming as malleable and vulnerable as
his knotted muscles. He learned why Jin was into having his feet
done, but who would have thought it could feel so amazing to have
your hands rubbed? Mugen liked that way better—that and his
head...oh man! He realized he could become as enslaved to these
sensations as Jin seemed to be, but he didn't give a shit.

The
hands were on his ass again, and Mugen was almost missing them
elsewhere when the massaging began inside. One finger, slick with
oil, teasing with maddening diligence at the opening even though he
needed no stretching. He shuddered, wanting the tickle deeper,
pushing back into the taunting hand. “Come on, man,” he
complained. “Gimme more.”

Jin chuckled and
obliged him, sliding two long fingers inside, searching for that
special place and stroking gently. Mugen moaned, back arched, hips
bucking as the sensitive gland was captured and massaged between
Jin's thumb behind his balls and his fingers deep within. He began a
rhythm and Mugen rocked into it, playing with the sweet sensations
for a long while. Jin was patient as always, letting him set the pace
but still goading him onward, and he felt himself getting close but
he didn't want to cum this way. “You better fuck me before I
lose it without you,” he warned.

Jin pulled him on his
side and snuggled behind, positioning himself at Mugen's back door
and allowing him to impale himself. “I've been waiting to get
inside you all morning,” said the deep, shiver-inducing voice
at his ear, “and I'm not going to be in any hurry to leave. Are
you comfortable?” Mugen whispered an assent and the fucking
commenced. He could tell from experience that the pace Jin set meant
it would go on forever, so he tried to relax and ready himself for
the onslaught.

Jin was good at it, stroking carefully, aiming
well. Varying the depth of his thrusts in a hypnotic pattern that
Mugen watched and tried to anticipate, shallow, shallow, shallow,
deep DAMN!, shallow, shallow, deep OOOH!, shallow,
shallow, shallow, deep AHH!, deep UMM!, deep SHIT!
Jin went on and on in his lazy but persistent way until Mugen could
feel the orgasm building of its own accord, so when Jin began to
touch him—tugging his balls, trailing fingers along his
length—he had to put a stop to it. “Don' go messin' with
me if you're not close,” he threatened.

“I'm
close." Jin was moaning too, biting his shoulder, causing
involuntary shudders. And then the longed-for sensations exploded
into his awareness as Jin stroked him in earnest. He remembered
mind-numbing pleasure as he was ridden hard and fast, his blissful
moans spilling into the talented hand, the warmth flooding him
inside...but then, nothing.

Mugen's complaining bladder and
growling stomach caused him to rouse, but it was the happy news his
nose was transmitting that finally broke through the fog of his nap.
Rolling over, he found Jin sitting on the bed in a pair of his sweats
eating something. Uhhh...food...yes...good. He went to pee and found
his brain functioning by the time he returned.

“You cook
this?” he asked, munching happily.

“Yes, there
were lots of leftovers in your fridge,” Jin told him. “I
threw out a bunch too. Hope you don't mind.”

“Nah,
sometimes I let stuff pile up in there. This is good!”

“Thank
you.”

“I can't believe you're still here. Usually
you fuck me and split.”

Jin eyed him thoughtfully. “I
don't know why I'm still here. I like your place, I guess.”

“You
could move in.” Mugen cringed. What the fuck did I say?
“Uhh...I mean bring up some of your stuff so you could stay
over twice like tonight,” he hastily explained.

His
lover was wearing his I'm pleased but I hope it doesn't show face, so
at least he wasn't going to be laughed at. “Yes, I could do
that,” Jin conceded, “bring some things over, I mean.”
Mugen relaxed, ass covered, even though he continued to puzzle over
his strange utterance.

Jin wanted to soak rather than shower,
so Mugen decided to join him in the tub. They sat and scrubbed as it
filled, but he saw the steam rising and was concerned. “If it's
too hot we won't be able to get it up.”

“I want it
hot,” came the reply. “We'll get it up later.”

And so he stepped in, trying to adjust to the searing water
as quickly as Jin did, and leaned back against his chest. All
semblance of rational capabilities disappeared at that point. There
had been something he wanted to know...something he was supposed to
bug Jin about, but he couldn't remember.

Jin's hands were on
him again, lazy, aimless explorations that felt comforting and
reassuring. Mugen had never known anyone who's hands were so
commanding without being brutal too. Jin was masterful, Jin was
ruthless, but Jin was silken and tender as well. Jin got off on him,
he didn't try to hide it, and that was the most heady reality of all.

His weird Freudian slip earlier got Mugen thinking. He liked
hanging with Jin. He was comfy to sleep with and it suited him to
wake up to such quiescence. And he was going to do everything in his
power to keep Jin from going home tonight. Mugen's focus returned to
the hands on his body, the hands that were gently studying him,
appreciating him, making him feel like he was worth getting to know.
If those hands never left, he wasn't gonna complain. Maybe it's
time to make sure they don't, he decided.

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

Jin
was satiated and content. He couldn't remember when he'd felt so
completely at peace. It was lovely.

They were lounging on the
couch watching baseball, Mugen with beer and ciggie in hand, Jin
declining both but unbothered by Mugen's indulgence. “If I have
a drink before six, I'll be asleep by eight,” he explained.
Uninterested in either of the teams playing, he mused about the past
twenty-four hours instead.

Mugen's behavior...so puzzling,
although he conceded his own was equally strange. Mugen had taken him
under his wing last night, something no lover had ever done before,
and he remained incredulous, grateful and confused by it all. Mugen
had rescued him last Friday too, keeping him happily distracted
before his visit with Uncle Mariya, and he was concerned by how good
it felt to relax in his lover's capable strength.

Suddenly
Mugen shouted, startling him out of his skin. “I remember!”
he exclaimed. “Tell me about Okuru-san. Why were you
embarrassed? You promised to spill today.”

Jin sighed.
He'd been happy to forget all about it. Such a little thing, but
still...so thickheaded! “It's all your fault.”

“Say
what?”

“I gave Yuki the Okinawa Development
account to avoid you,” Jin said. “I even told him to
handle the CEO if he called, not thinking he'd ever call, of course.
So, mistake one: when Okuru-san did try to reach me, Yuki followed
instructions and took care of it himself.” He took a deep
breath, unsure whether Mugen would understand the social delicacies
at play here.

“Yesterday, when Okuru-san told me he was
considering a sponsorship, I made mistake two: I mentioned I'd have
Yuki pull an information package together for him, and he said,
“Hojo-san is very competent, I know, but I would like to
work with you on this, Takeda-san.” Jin groaned, rubbing
his eyes under his glasses. “Of course he should expect
to work with me! I can't believe I didn't step up to the plate
immediately. I'm usually not so stupid about such
things.”

“Okuru-san wouldn't give a shit about
stuff like that but, you're right, you were stupid.”

Jin
blinked at his lover's honesty, but had to grant his point.
“Thankfully he's not overly traditional and my insult hasn't
put him off sponsoring us.”

Mugen smiled impishly. “So,
you don't mind I gotta crush on him?”

“Why should
I mind?” Jin replied. “I've got a crush on my
sensei.”

“No way! That bald dude?”

“He's
not bald, he's bald-ing.”

“OK, but
still....”

“You have to know him, Mugen,”
Jin insisted, passionately. “His skills are unparalleled and
yet he is kind and loving, wise and full of fun. The opposite of my
uncle. He's given me so much, I can't help but adore him, and his
body is perfect, by the way, even though he's forty-six.
Unfortunately, he's never taken any of my hints, and I'm not ashamed
to admit I've dropped many over the years.”

Mugen eyed
him thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. “He must either be really
straight or have amazing will power. So how did he get you and
Okuru-san to blush the way you did?”

Jin peered at him
curiously. “You're very observant.” There was a pause as
he considered whether to tell the tale, then decided it was
flattering that Mugen had been watching so closely. “It appears
your boss is a student of Sensei's,” Jin told him. “He
was chiding us both for not keeping to our training. I had no idea
Okuru-san was blushing, but it's your fault I was.”

“My
fault again, huh?” Mugen seemed unperturbed, chuckling to
himself.

“Yes. I've been spending time with you instead
of at the dojo. Master's noticed my absence, of course.”

“So
is it a thing like the dojo or me?”

“No, he would
never demand such an ultimatum.”

Master Niwa had
actually been happy to learn it was a new romantic interest keeping
Jin away, but couldn't hide his bemusement when Jin pointed Mugen out
to him. Master considered boy's trysting to be play, a way to let off
steam, games to grow out of once one matures and assumes adult life.
Jin found the attitude frustrating, to say the least.

Mugen's
cell rang, disturbing his reverie. “Yuki,” he announced,
arching a brow.

“It's fine with me,” Jin replied.
“I feel guilty about leaving him yesterday.”

“Me
too.”

And so their ecstatic friend arrived a little
while later, having never been invited to Mugen's apartment before.
His host tackled him in the front hall, extracting a toll that left
him blushing and breathless when he flopped on the couch, laying his
head in Jin's lap. “Thanks for letting me invade.”

Jin
smiled down at his handsome ex, brushing the long bangs off his
forehead. “I'm sorry about last night,” he apologized.

“I'm over it,” Yuki told him, “and I'm here
now.”

Mugen brought him a beer, turned off the baseball
in his honor, and fired up a video game. Jin sat back and tried not
to laugh as he watched them squabble over who was the hottest fighter
in Soul Caliber.

“Taki's got the best tits,”
Mugen stated definitively. “They wrecked her in the third game,
but that red cat suit....”

“Ivy's are better,”
Yuki countered.

“Ivy's barely got nips and no jiggle
factor.”

“Taki's one of those ninja priestess
types,” Yuki declared. “You try to get it on with her and
she'll spout feminist BS and kick you in the nuts, but Ivy would make
you lick her boots then tie you to the bed and hump you all
night.”

“Femdom, Yuki?” Mugen inquired,
leering. “I never woulda thought.”

“Only in
my head,” Yuki protested. Jin rolled his eyes, amazed that
either of them had considered the subject enough to have such a
conversation.

Mugen's cell rang and all conversation stopped.
He looked at the ID and gasped, “Okuru-san!” Jin was
charmed to watch him sit up straight and hurriedly card his fingers
through his hair before answering. Their conversation amounted to
Mugen agreeing to something, clearly reluctantly, although one could
tell only by his expression, not his voice...then finally, “Yes
sir, of course I'll do it. Thank you for contacting Li-san, I'll get
my itinerary from her. Goodbye.”

Mugen closed his phone
looking so dejected, Jin had to ask, “What's wrong?”

He
received a pointed glance. “I'll bet you don't have your
passport yet, do you?”

Jin's heart sank. “No, it
will take another few weeks.”

“I gotta fly to New
York tomorrow.”

“On a Sunday?”

“Yup,
the meeting's Monday afternoon.” Deep sigh.

“New
York!” Yuki exclaimed. “You lucky shit.”

“Yeah,
yeah,” Mugen grumbled.

Jin's inner world suddenly grew
calm. The solution was clear. “Yuki has a passport,” he
announced quietly.

to be continued
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