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Business
as Usual, XXII
by Laura Bryannan

Jin
always felt that facing his crew Wednesday morning was worse than the
attack itself. He'd heard them teasing someone as he came up the
stairs.

“You houndog! Was she hot?”

“They
were hot,” Yuki's voice corrected them.

“They?!?
You lucky bastard!” Jin smiled, not the least bit surprised.
Yuki always knew how to make friends and influence people.

He
walked into the room and someone called out, “Hey boss, check
out the hickey on Yuki's....”

The lurid cut on his neck
and his bruised face insured all conversation would stop. At first
there was stunned silence, but then the chorus of concern and anger
arose, singing a miserable, discordant song. A few of the younger
ones were crying and he was forced to calm, cajole and finally
threaten before the pandemonium subsided and everyone could get back
to work. It was awful.

Ironically, Jin had come to some small
amount of peace about his hair that morning, but after the barrage
of, “Oh god, your hair!” “That really sucks!”
and “Damn, how could they do that?” he was once again
convinced his finest feature had been destroyed forever. He hid in
his office for most of the day, avoiding all the sad faces, weary of
comforting others when he felt in need of comfort himself.

Being
the center of such attention made Jin feel embarrassed, humiliated
and certain that if he heard the words, “I'm sorry,” one
more time, he would tear out the rest of his hair and happily commit
seppuku. His heart sank when he saw Mugen waiting for him after work,
for he knew if his lover offered him one ounce of sympathy he was
going to lose it and never get it back.

“Your hair
ain't what makes you hot, stupidass.”

Mugen's
comment was so blessedly unexpected and his kisses so disarming, Jin
was shocked out of his funk. A few insults later and he actually
began to feel like himself again for the first time in two days. It
was wonderful. He let himself be swept away, barely aware of how they
got inside, his focus only on the tongue in his mouth and the hand
down his jeans, freeing him and ummmmmm.

Mugen broke their
kiss to nibble on his neck, sending glorious shivers over his skin,
and he was tilting his head to give more access when Mugen suddenly
pulled back. “Shit, you got more cuts under there?” he
asked, rhetorically, for Jin looked down to see a few lines of blood
staining his t-shirt. Mugen pushed it up, not waiting for a response,
moaning at the view. Then he sighed and leaned down to gently kiss
the large cutting above Jin's left nipple.

“So, Yuan got
you too, huh?” he finally ventured.

“He was
hooded, I don't know.”

“Black enamel blade with
silver and abalone detailing?”

“Yes.”

Mugen gestured to his right hip and Jin understood. There
were three not-random scars there, long lines that disappeared into
his pubic hair, two on his belly and the other on his upper thigh.
Mugen told him he'd been marked during his “intervention,”
and Jin had always assumed those were the scars he was talking about,
but this new information put a different light on the situation—a
morbidly romantic one, Jin shuddered to realize—being that they
were now marked by the same man.

“He's the one who cut
me,” Mugen said, confirming his speculations. “I guess it
goes without saying he's a sick fucker.”

Jin smiled
ruefully. “They were trying to torture information out of
me.”

“Torture?”

“Some fool took
a few of their guys down,” Jin explained, chuckling a little,
“and they were sure it was me, as they'd already put Yuki in
the hospital.”

Mugen stared, eyes wide, a look of horror
at the edges. “Oh.”

“There's only a few on
my staff who could pull such a thing off,” Jin continued, “but
we've always had a policy of no retaliation, so I doubt it was anyone
from my crew. I suppose I should feel flattered to be accused, but
there's no reason to lay this at my feet when it could have been
anyone. It was just an excuse, of course.”

Mugen's face
was positively green. “Damn!”

“What's
wrong?” The unhappy man backed away, looking sick and
apprehensive, until he was against the opposite foyer wall. Jin
couldn't understand, his heart clenching, when Mugen finally took a
deep breath and spoke.

“It was me,” he admitted.
“I found out from Kohza who beat Yuki up and took 'em out last
week.”

“You!?!”

“Yeah, man,
I'm really sor....”

Jin lept forward, quickly thrusting
a hand over his mouth. “Don't say it!” he ordered. “I've
heard it all day and I swear I'll scream if you say it too.”

Mugen's anguished face and his, “But....” assured
his mouth was covered again.

Jin was smiling now, looking
intently into his lover's eyes. “I'm touched you were moved to
help Yuki. And I almost laughed when Shiren told me, even in the
middle of it all, so I'm very grateful for that as well.”

Jin
took his hand away and Mugen promptly leaned forward, growling,
nuzzling into his neck. Jin stroked the springy, surprisingly soft
hair and continued, “But you must never do it again. They
harass us enough as it is, and retaliation only gives them an excuse
to amp up the violence. So far they've only attacked the adults, but
I've got children in my crew. If they should ever go after one of the
kids.... Promise me, Mugen.”

“Promise,” came
the muffled voice.

When Mugen remained deflated, moving their
situation perilously close to the one Jin faced at work all day, he
decided some of the doctor's own medicine was in order. “So how
long are you going to let me stand here with my junk hanging out?”
he teased. “The deal you pitched was sweet, Ryu-san, but your
skills at closing are the worst I've ever encountered. However did
you manage to earn all that money you have?”

Mugen
lifted his head, eying him skeptically. “You trying to start
something with me?”

“No, encouraging you to finish
something.”

He harrumphed, smiling grimly, then eyed
Jin's chest again. “You know, once it's healed you could ink
anything over it and no one could tell.”

“I've
considered that.”

“Hell, if you connect the loose
ends, you could make a pinwheel.”

Jin got very still,
then pushed him away and strode to the bathroom, zipping up and
losing his t-shirt along the way. Peering at himself in the mirror,
he laughed out loud. Mugen was right and the brainstorm ignited. A
pinwheel! She collected them, which was the main reason the
idea was appealing, however awkward it would be to explain to her
later. But he had to do it.

“A pinwheel,” Jin
mused to his gaping lover, “you're brilliant!” Laughing
again, he left to forage in the front room, then returned and
presented Mugen with the tanto from The Daisho. Ignoring his
stupefied expression, Jin demanded, “Cut it!”

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

“You really want me to cut
you?”

“Yes.”

Mugen looked into his
lover's slightly crazed eyes and stalled. This turn of events
presented an opportunity not to be missed and, if he did his job
right—which he fully intended to do—Jin would be too out
of it to make him live up to his promise tonight. Taking the knife
away, he gestured with it. “This ain't what I planned to stick
you with, but I'll do it...after.”

“You planned on
sticking me?”

“Well, to be honest I figured I'd be
taking it tonight, but not now, pretty boy.”

“Hmmm.”

“You want me to cut you, I get to call the shots
before.”

“Cut me first, I don't want to
wait.”

“Do it yourself if you're that
impatient.”

Jin sighed. “I doubt I could get more
than the first few lines straight. My hand would be shaking too much.
Please do it, Mugen.”

“No way!” He set the
knife down on the sink and gathered Jin up, fucking his mouth with
his tongue, demanding that the unreasonable body in his arms bend to
his will. When it was finally melted and moaning, he laid it on the
line, “I ain't waited three days to be with you to do that
kinda shit now. I don't wanna hurt you....heh, not like that anyway.
If I'm gonna do it, you gotta wait. Deal?”

Jin narrowed
his eyes, clearly debating. “All right,” he finally
agreed.

Mugen suddenly noticed he was still in his suit and
tie while Jin wore only jeans and was struck by an inspiration. “Drop
your pants,” he ordered.

Jin's eyes widened, the harsh
bathroom light instantly revealing the pink bloom that began on his
cheeks and spread to his chest. Mugen held his breath, unsure he
would obey, when the black jeans were finally lowered and the
beautiful, pale form was exposed to his view. He drank in the sight
while Jin stood with eyes cast downward, gooseflesh rippling over his
skin, breathing faster than normal. The feast presented to him looked
delicious and he was starving for it, no doubt, but anticipation whet
his appetite even more. Having no idea when Jin would be in this
position again, he intended to take every advantage of it.

Leaning
against the sink, Mugen gestured toward the bulge in his slacks.
“Suck.”

Jin sank gracefully to his knees, brought
him out and began. He was too good to let him work for long, but
Mugen intended to enjoy it as much as possible. When the first
orgasmic twinge reared its head, he announced, “Balls too,”
leaning back further to give access. Jin pulled a sensitive sac into
his mouth and swirled his tongue in the most tantalizing way before
giving the other the same loving attention.

“No
drooling on my new suit.”

Jin's growl and a bit of teeth
told him he was pushing it, and Mugen couldn't help laughing. Carding
his fingers into the loose hair, which he decided he liked a lot, he
pulled his lover standing. His scent was on Jin's face and he could
taste himself as they kissed, making him all the more hungry to get
his mouth on the candy Jin had to offer. Gently pushing the handsome
man away, he headed toward the bedroom. “Come on.”

Jin
followed, obediently laying down as Mugen remained standing next to
the bed. He removed his tie but nothing else, taking careful survey
of the damage that looked so horribly wrong on the perfect, marble
white body. The two knife wounds and the cutting made sense, as did
the black eye and the discolored jaw, but there were large bruises on
Jin's right shoulder and hip that needed explaining.

“I
was on my knees,” Jin told him, “hands bound behind my
back, held up by my hair. When it was cut I fell forward and hit
there first.”

Mugen nodded, then steeled himself to
raise the question that had been plaguing him all day, the one he
hadn't wanted to ask until they were face to face and he could watch
Jin's response. “They rape you?”

“No.”

Mugen felt such relief he almost laughed again, for he could
tell Jin wasn't lying. “Good. I was worried.” Thus freed
of his fears, he knelt at the foot of the bed and contemplated his
meal, so hungry it was hard to know where to begin. “I think
I'm gonna start at your toes and work my way up,” he declared,
and did just that, sucking each one carefully, thoroughly, relishing
his lover's purrs and moans.

The trail of hickeys he made on
his way north left Jin whimpering, but he knew he'd be singing a
different song soon enough. Tipping the narrow hips toward the
ceiling, he tasted long and deep, chuckling as Jin cried out. By the
time he raised his head, Jin was radiating life—opalescent skin
flushed, practically glowing.

His hair was splayed around his
head, making him look so different Mugen couldn't stop staring. Even
when he'd worn it down, it was so long, the lines remained sharp and
severe. Mugen would never say it to his face, but he thought Jin's
unplanned haircut was soft, flattering, making him appear more
vulnerable and feminine, and it surprised him how much of a turn-on
it was.

His aching lower half brought him out of his reverie,
reminding him that patience was not his strong suit. “Hey,”
he said, needing to read the emotional state behind his lover's dark
eyes. Jin turned to him, focusing slowly. “Look at me,”
Mugen ordered as his tongue snaked out, encircling the responsive
entrance.

Jin gasped, shuddering, as his eyes closed once
again. “I can't.”

“Why not?”

“I
don't know,” Jin replied, smiling dreamily. “It feels too
good and my eyes shut by themselves.”

Mugen appreciated
the view, smiling back, then got serious. “You ready to get
laid, pretty boy?”

The smoky glance made his breath
catch. “Yes. Please.”

Jin's belly was swimming in
pre-cum, so Mugen scooped up a handful and prepared them both,
knowing he wasn't going to last long enough to need anything more
official. He sank into the willing body, groaning in bliss, but
received a chuckle rather than a moan in response. “Why are you
still in your suit?” Jin asked, looking bemused. “There's
lots worse than drool on it now.”

“Dunno why,”
he replied honestly. It had seemed important for some reason, so he'd
done it without thinking. “That's what dry cleaners are for,
huh?”

Mugen began to move and Jin opened to him
completely, wrapping his legs around his hips to pull him closer,
sighing as he seated himself fully. It felt as though time were
suspended, the pleasure swirling around and through them, and he
hovered there, motionless, letting it send his spirit skyward.

“Why
are you so good to me?” a deep voice whispered, startling him.

Mugen needed to think about it for a moment. “Cuz
you're mine,” he decided.

Jin grabbed a hunk of spiky
hair, pulling him into a kiss even as he shifted his hips and took
him deep, sending Mugen's senses reeling. Holding back became
impossible. The ancient ritual overtook them both, wet and hard,
blistering honey sweet. Mugen fed himself into his lover's fevered
body, amazed at the hungry acceptance he found there. He'd waited so
long and needed it so bad, there was no denying his feelings, and
maybe his heart had always known it. He was home.

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Jin awoke, realizing he and Mugen
must have passed out ten seconds after they both came. His lover's
weight felt pleasant, and he was amazed he didn't feel trapped or
have any desire to escape. Memories of the evening flooded back in a
rush. The suit! Mugen was still wearing it. Jin didn't know the make,
but it had to be expensive for the navy wool was soft as cashmere and
custom-tailored to fit like a second skin. It had reduced him to a
quivering puddle of uke earlier and it was waking him up now.

Mugen
had used it so naturally, somehow knowing the effect it would have on
him standing there completely, literally naked in the face of its
power. He'd never felt more embarrassed, his mind screaming to
disobey Mugen's imperious commands, and yet he'd never been harder or
more aroused in his life. He'd made light of it at the end to cover
his ass, but the way Mugen had topped him so perfectly, seemingly
without effort, affected him profoundly. Face hot, hips squirming of
their own accord, the memories were affecting him
again.

Unfortunately, upon moving he discovered his entire
right leg was asleep and his unhappy stomach began growling and
churning. Glancing at the clock to see it was almost nine, he decided
there were things to do. Carefully extricating himself from
underneath his snoring lover, Jin limped out to the living room,
ordered dinner and took a shower.

He was in front of the
mirror staring at himself, debating the cutting and doubting his
sanity, when Mugen walked in, finally naked. “Need a shower,
K?” he asked groggily, not waiting for a response before
stepping inside the stall. Exiting a short while later, eyes now
alert, he stood behind the still-pondering Jin. “A swastika is
kinda cool. Very hard core. Maybe you should leave it be.”

“The
symbol is older than the Nazi regime, but I cannot abide it,”
Jin stated firmly. “The philosophy is completely alien to
me.”

“But a pinwheel?” Mugen looked
doubtful. “I was joking when I said it, you know. It must mean
something. What?”

Jin sighed. It was not a truth Mugen
would understand, nor did he, fully. It simply had to be done, as
much as he balked at the unreasonableness of the impulse. “It
does mean something, but I wouldn't know how to explain it,” he
offered lamely.

Mugen's suggestion seemed wondrously correct,
almost like a blessing or an omen, and since Jin would never have
thought of it himself he was very grateful. There was no doubt in his
mind that Fuu's symbol, not the Nakasone gang's, belonged over his
heart. But how to say such a thing? Mugen would not be pleased to
learn why he wanted this.

Literally saved by the bell, the
intercom buzzed and Jin lept to answer, announcing, “Dinner!”
along the way.

Relieved his lover was apparently hungry
enough to let his secret lie for the moment, they ate with little
conversation, Mugen asking to watch JNN. “Gotta know what's
going on out there to keep my hunches good,” he explained.

By
the time they finished eating, Jin was certain. A tattoo over the
cutting would not completely hide it, the swastika scar would still
be visible if one looked closely. He wanted the swastika gone.
Tonight. If he decided to ink over the mark later, he would be
covering a pinwheel, not...that.

Finally—Jin could
never figure out where all the food went—Mugen set his
chopsticks down and nodded to him. “OK, let's go.”

They
entered the bathroom and Jin pulled a shoebox out from under the sink
full of bandaids, medical tape and sterile gauze for larger wounds.
Grabbing one of his navy towels, he said, “I'll sop up with
this first and bandage after.”

Mugen took him by the
shoulders, eying the mark critically. “Yuan cut it pretty
clean,” he observed. “I think I can do it in two strokes.
X through the middle. You better keep your back against the wall,
though. Don't want you moving on me.”

“I won't
move,” Jin assured him, but he leaned back and braced his legs
anyway.

Mugen wiped his hands on the towel, picked up the
tanto and took a deep breath, giving him a look that penetrated his
heart. “You really want this?”

Jin nodded, unsure
of his voice when the wolf in Mugen's eyes was so disturbingly
obvious. It was clear the predator desired him, hungered for his
flesh and blood. He shuddered, amazed at the intensity of his
erection, and had to close his eyes and turn his head aside before he
could whisper, “Yes.”

He barely had time to
anticipate it when the first cut was accomplished. Mugen demanded,
“Towel!” and Jin pressed it to the wound, exhilarated
they were half done and it hadn't hurt too badly. “OK,”
Mugen announced, eying him with a certain wicked glee that made his
heart lurch. “Let's go before I lose my nerve. Move the towel
when you're ready and I'll do it.”

Jin breathed a few
moments, stilling himself, then lowered his hands. There was more
pain but he was glad. It was done! He pressed the towel firmly to
dull the sting and opened his eyes to find Mugen grinning. “Shit
that was hot!” he enthused. “I can't believe how hard I
am. Does that make me some kinda sicko?”

“I hope
not, I'm hard too.” Jin reached for him, kissing the chuckling
form, who soon pushed back to do something shocking. Pulling the
towel away from the wounds, he licked there, lapping at the blood
still seeping slowly. Jin shuddered, revolted, and yet the pain of
the rough caresses was disturbingly erotic. “My god, Mugen,
what are you doing?”

His lover raised his head, mouth
crimson, kissing him deeply. The powerful tongue slick with the
copper taste of his own life force sent a message to Jin's guts,
bones, his very cells. When Mugen finally released him, his glance
was piercing. “Maybe this means something I don't know about,
but you better remember who gave it to you, pretty boy.”

The
feral eyes were almost too much for Jin to bear, especially in light
of the visceral connection between them, making him feel giddy and
mushed out. “I'll remember,” he promised.

Taking
charge, as Jin's brain had clearly stopped functioning, Mugen stuck
the gauze on the new cuts and taped it in place. Noting the dilated
eyes and blushing face, he snorted. “Man, you're gonna have a
major endorphin buzz going. No fair.”

Jin was giggling.
“Jealous?”

“Yeah,” Mugen decided. He
picked up the tanto and put it in Jin's hand. “Cut one on me
now.”

to be continued
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