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Business
as Usual, XXIV
by Laura Bryannan

Jin's
day couldn't have been more strange. Fuu and all of her baggage
arrived in Okinawa on time, which was a pleasant surprise, but her
shock at his wounds threw him off center and he never quite recovered
his balance.

“Oh my god, Jin!” she squealed. “What
happened to you?”

It was ancient history at this point,
and discomfiting to be the focus of such attention again, especially
in public. “I was attacked, I'm all right,” he assured,
hugging her close, grateful the bruises on his face were much
receded.

She reached up to trace the knife wound along his
neck, her eyes misty. “And your hair? Did they do that
too?”

“It will grow, hime. Come, let's get
you settled and go have lunch.” He bustled her along, hoping to
forestall the threatening tears. “When do classes begin?”

Fuu
answered and was soon off and running in her usual fashion, as Jin
breathed a sigh of relief. She loved her room at the B&B and all
was going well until he saw Mugen and a policewoman walking toward
them, and a most stunning policewoman at that! Jin felt completely
bewildered, lacking the wherewithal to do anything but gape as Fuu
shared words with his lover, who was looking rather stunning
himself.

Dying of curiosity by the time the four of them were
seated at a local restaurant, Jin asked, “Yatsuha-san, are you
by any chance related to Igarashi Jinpachi, the Chief of
Police?”

“Yes, he's my father,” she beamed.
“Are you Takeda Jin of Takeda Delivery?”

“Yes,”
he admitted cautiously, unsure why she should know him.

“My
father is a big fan of yours.” She smiled, reading his mind.
My, she was pretty! “Enough so that I probably hate your
guts.”

Mugen guffawed, Fuu gasped and Jin blinked,
dumbfounded. “Hate me?”

Yatsuha was still
grinning. “Let me explain. I hate you as in...” her voice
dropped to a deep, growly register, “...why don't you quit
running around with that punk and find a nice young man like
Takeda-san?”

Mugen stared in shock and Jin chuckled.
“The admiration is mutual—your father has always been
supportive of my business—and, if it makes you feel any better,
he's championed you to me as well.” A lot, he thought,
as he kicked himself for turning down the many offers to meet
Igarashi-san's eldest, mistakenly assuming the daughter would take
after the sire when that was obviously not the case. Yatsuha's mother
must be beautiful! His curiosity piqued, he asked, “How do you
know Mugen?”

She gave her companion a undeniably fond
glance. “I was one of the officers who found him on the scene
after he got shot.”

“Shot?!?” Fuu
squeaked.

“Don't worry, Fuu-san,” Mugen assured
her. “It was a long time ago.”

Jin did a quick
calculation, Mugen was sixteen when the gang attacked him, so he and
Yatsuha had known each other for four years! He didn't know why that
shocked him, why he felt so jealous, even as he acknowledged his own
attraction to her and felt guilty about that.

As their
luncheon continued, Jin studied them. Mugen and Yatsuha were not
touching, not proprietary, he never groped her or laid a hand on her
in any familiar way. It didn't appear they were lovers, so that was a
relief, but they were clearly good friends, easy and playful with
each other. Mugen was comfortable with Yatsuha in a way Jin had never
felt with a woman himself, which made their interaction hard to
witness.

“How do you know Jin, Ryu-san?” Fuu
asked, startling him back to reality. Looking up, he caught Mugen
watching, a knowing smirk on his face.

“Call me Mugen,
K?” he insisted, turning to her. “I met Jin when he
showed up at my company to pitch a contract.”

“Where
do you work?”

“I'm a partner at Okinawa
Development.”

“That's an investment firm, isn't
it? Venture capital and stuff like that?”

“Yup.”
Mugen cocked an eyebrow, obviously impressed, and Jin felt proud. Fuu
was too cute to look smart and people were always underestimating
her.

That Mugen was impressed with Fuu was not a surprise,
however it was quite disconcerting to see how Fuu was impressed with
him. He was wearing charcoal gray Armani just like the day they met
and, as was typical of him, a predominantly red power tie. Whether
striped, fleur de lis or diamond print, Mugen's ties were
always flawless, and Jin wondered—yet again—who dressed
him and whether he was fucking his tailor.

The juxtaposition
between the perfect clothes and the crazy hair, stubbly face and blue
earrings was always striking, but today it seemed particularly so.
Once more, Jin found himself feeling jealous. The situation was most
confusing and he didn't like it at all!

“If you'll
excuse me,” Fuu announced, startling him out of his thoughts
yet again. “I'd like to visit the ladies room.”

“I'll
come with you,” said Yatsuha companionably, and the two women
left the table.

“You ever notice that girls always piss
in herds?” Mugen asked.

“No, I haven't.”

“Come
over to my place later, after you drop off Miss Sweetcakes,” he
demanded.

“No, Mugen, not tonight.”

“You're
gonna be uptown, so what's the problem?”

“It's
already been a stressful day and we still have dinner plans with my
sensei. It will be late when I'm finally free.”

“So?”

“Why
do I get the feeling you're only asking to make sure I don't spend
the night with her?”

“Cuz I am...kinda.”

“I'm
not going to sleep with Fuu.”

“Why not? She's
yummy.”

Jin scrutinized his lover, wondering what he was
getting at, when the words escaped before he realized it, “Mugen,
are we exclusive?”

“Uhhh,” Mugen stammered
before snapping his mouth shut, recovering quickly. “Seems like
I remember you only promised me your ass, and the rest of you was
still up for grabs. Maybe now I know why.”

Unfortunately
the ladies chose that moment to return, leaving Jin unable to defend
against Mugen's wounding parry.

“Fuu-san is starting
university next week and she's only sixteen,” Yatsuha
announced. “Isn't that amazing?”

“Sixteen,
huh?” Mugen came close to leering, but managed to rein himself
in. “Yeah, that's really something, you must be one smart
cookie. Hey, that pinwheel looks antique. Is it?”

“Oh
yes!” Fuu enthused. “I collect them, you know.”

“Is
that right?”

“I've got hundreds of them, but I
could only bring a few of my favorites to school.”

Jin
marveled. Mugen was far from pretty, but he was handsome in his own
way and still the most seductive creature Jin had ever known. Fuu was
only human, after all, and an innocent at that. She dimpled under the
expert handling and it took all of Jin's self-control to maintain a
neutral face, unsure whether Mugen was doing it to piss him off or
because he was truly interested in Fuu.

“It's been great
meeting you both,” Yatsuha declared, ending the flirt fest,
“but I need to get back to work. Catch you later, Mugen.”
She mock-punched him in the shoulder, then got up from the table and
bowed to Fuu and Jin.

“Want me to take you?” Mugen
asked her.

“No, don't be silly,” she replied.
“Your office is right around the corner and I can grab a cab
downtown myself.”

Mugen turned to Jin. “Lemmie
treat.”

“No, I will pay.”

Yatsuha
rolled her eyes and grasped Fuu's hand, pulling her out of the booth.
“Come on, Fuu-san. They can duke it out on their own.”

Jin
got up and Mugen followed, standing too close behind, probably
letting him pay only so he could grope his ass at the cash
register.

“You gonna show tonight, pretty boy?”
came a husky voice at his ear.

Jin sighed. “I'll be
useless, but I'll be there.”

“Good, cuz we gotta
talk.”

Jin turned to face the piercing gray eyes,
looking so cold and accusing his heart froze. “Yes,” he
agreed, “we certainly do.”

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

Mugen
felt hurt and he hated it. Yes, it was reasonable to expect that
Yatsuha's father would always see him as a gangster—when you're
a pain in a man's ass for close to a decade he's not going to forget
about it—but it had still rankled to hear that Igarashi-san was
calling him a punk, especially after spending so many years towing
the line. Yatsuha had tossed out the revelation so carelessly too,
and in polite company no less, his heart was sorely bruised by her
actions. And, to top it all off, there was Jin's shocking response.
Learning that the old man had been trying to sell his girl to his
lover was too much to take.

He felt pissed off and confused
about where to place his anger. It had been Yatsuha's words that hurt
so much, but she was unreachable, the pedestal he had her on so high
he felt impotent in the face of its cold, pure facade.

Instead
he focused on Jin, the way he couldn't take his eyes off her at
lunch, the way he suddenly represented every fucking Good Boy Mugen
competed with in his mind when it came to Yatsuha. A good boy he was
not, but he'd worked hard and come far. Jin sat there smug and
smirking with his fancyass samurai blood, inherited not earned, and
it galled bitterly to know he could never, ever, measure up no matter
how successful he became.

Mugen worried such thoughts like a
hangnail all day, waiting for his lover to fulfill his social
obligations, so by the time Jin arrived he was partly drunk,
miserable and wicked horny. Waiting in the doorway as Jin came up the
stairs, he saw the pinched, gray face and his heart sank, knowing Jin
was going to be as useless as he said he'd be.

“You
asked me to come. Here I am,” he announced, voice weary. Mugen
motioned him to the couch and poured a shot of whiskey for the both
of them.

Jin took a sip then tossed back the rest, closed his
eyes and heaved a great sigh. “Thank you,” he murmured.

Mugen knelt on the floor before him, laying his head in his
lap. “Wanna fuck me?”

“I'm sorry Mugen, I've
no energy left for anything.”

“Can I fuck
you?”

“No, I'm not up for such an ordeal
tonight.”

“Ordeal?”

“Don't play
innocent with me. You know what you're packing.”

Jin
was stroking his head, though, nails gently scratching his scalp in a
way that always turned him on, so Mugen tried a different tack. When
nuzzling and mouthing the crotch of Jin's jeans elicited no protest,
he pulled them off, needing to consume some part of the addictive
body before the night was over.

“You gonna let me suck
you off?” he asked, taking a long friendly lap from base to
tip.

“Perhaps,” came the haughty reply, “if
you do it well.”

Never one to turn down a challenge,
Mugen rose to the occasion. And when the work caused his own cock to
lengthen and lubricate in sympathy, it seemed only natural to get it
out and pump it a few times just to feel how good and hard it was.
The hand slick with pre-cum wandered to his lover's ass all by
itself, sliding one finger inside, then two, emboldened by how the
entrance welcomed him and its owner's breathy sighs and moans.

“I
know what you like, don't I, pretty boy?”

He chuckled
as Jin's only reply was to push his head down again. Stroking an
almost-rhythm, he could feel the pattern resonating as the cock in
his mouth pulsed the same beat. Keeping his tongue quiet, simply
holding, Mugen focused on Jin's insides, wanting to give him the
finger fucking of his life. He stroked and teased as Jin sang him
inspiring songs that spurred him ever onward. It was always hot to
make Jin yell.

The devil whispered in his ear as he was
insinuating a third finger into Jin's sweet ass, noticing how said
ass was rocking into his hand wantonly. The idea tickled and licked
and scratched and bit until he finally gave in. Adding a splash of
lube to his aching erection, he knelt up and replaced his fingers
with himself, hoping the switch would go unnoticed by his panting
lover. It did not.

“Mugen, no!”

“Ummm,”
he replied. He'd been working Jin so well, he pretty much slid right
in, and holy fucking shit did it feel good! The body underneath him
bucked and writhed, trying to push him off, but he aimed his thrusts
too well and the resistance soon weakened.

“Stop, you
shit,” Jin protested, shuddering from the onslaught yet eyes
flashing in outrage.

Mugen ducked, avoiding the daggers,
choosing to ignore. He grabbed Jin and stroked a mean rhythm, getting
off on his struggles and frustrated groans. Orgasm impending, Jin
started cursing, calling Mugen unknown names, some in English—he
knew twat, shithead and fuckwad from the Tarantino films he'd
seen—finally returning to Japanese, declaring him the lowest
cocksucking bitch who ever fucked his own mother before the explosion
that set off Mugen's deep inside him.

Unfortunately there was
no time to bask in it for Jin's kick sent him flying off the couch
onto the floor. He landed on his new cutting and hollered before he
could stop himself, then stumbled to his feet rubbing his smarting
ass. “OK, I deserved that,” he conceded. “Come to
bed.”

“Fuck off!”

He sighed and
headed down the hall to the linen closet. Grabbing a towel and a
spare blanket, he girded his loins and returned to the livingroom to
face his fuming lover. Jin had still not moved from the semi-fetal
position he'd curled up in after kicking him off. Throwing the towel
on the coffee table and the blanket over his body, Mugen asked, “You
still gonna be here when I wake up?”

“Go
away.”

“You'll be more comfy in bed,” he
tried again.

“Shut up and leave me alone.”

Mugen shuffled from one foot to the other, trying to decide
what to do, concluding that further attempts to suck up would
probably just make things worse. “OK. Well, g'night then.”
He wandered off to bed, correctly figuring he'd have it all to
himself.

The next thing he knew someone was shaking him. “Wake
up, Mugen,” came a commanding voice.

He opened his
eyes, groaning at the dim early morning light, yawned and scratched.
“What the fuck?”

“Did you rape me last
night?”

Mugen's heart clenched. Had he? “Uhhh...if
you have to ask I think the answer is no.”

“I
believe I said no, more than once.”

“Well, I just
got carried away, I guess.”

“Why would you do
something like that? I don't understand.”

Mugen groaned
again, rubbing his eyes. It was too early to think. “Maybe I'd
rather feel guilty than pissed off.”

“There is no
fucking reason for you to be pissed at me,” Jin insisted.

“Is
too. You were flirting with my girl.”

“I was
not!”

“You sure as hell were.”

“And
you weren't with mine?”

“What's that got to do
with anything?”

“Yatsuha-san's not your girl
anyway. You're not lovers.”

“I could say the same
to you.”

“So why aren't you? She's
beautiful.”

“None of your goddamn business! Maybe
she's not a slut like yours.”

Jin's eyes widened in
shock and Mugen freaked, regretting his words. “Aw, fuck! I
mean, at least your girl wants you, so who's the bigger fool?”

Amazingly enough, Jin's face softened. “Maybe
Yatsuha-san is hoping for a better proposition from you than 'Wanna
fuck?'”

Mugen gulped, heart racing. “You think I
should ask her to marry me?”

“No.” Jin was
smiling now, almost tenderly, and the churning in his guts eased up a
notch. “I don't want you to marry Yatsuha-san, but I do believe
she's the type who would settle for nothing less.”

The
conversation was heading in a dangerous direction. “Why aren't
you all over Fuu-san?” Mugen asked to change the subject. “I
look at her and start dreaming about ripe, juicy peaches.”

Jin's eyes warned, Enough! But he said, “I
desire someone else, so it wouldn't be right.”

Mugen
snorted, his heart doing flip flops, praying he wouldn't blush.
“Don't try to flatter your way outta this one,” he
blustered. Noting Jin's hopeful change of mood, he decided to take a
chance. “You wanna fuck me now?”

“Yes,”
his lover decided. “After I spank you.”

“Chea,
right.” Mugen was still chuckling at the funny when, to his
indignant horror, Jin yanked him unceremoniously over his lap by the
hair and proceeded to do just that.

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

The
rhythmic rise and fall of his hand, Mugen's satisfying grunts and
gasps, the sight of the luscious ass getting redder and redder...it
all added up to something good. It was working, he felt better.

Mugen took his punishment like a man and didn't try to
escape, although the curse per swat ratio was increasing and Jin knew
he wouldn't put up with much more. “Do you know why I'm doing
this, Mugen?” he asked, aiming for the very top of his
thighs.

“Fuck! Yeah, yeah, I know. DAMN! Lighten up
already!”

“Do I look like a virgin playing coy no
means yes games?” He lay some heavyhanded wallops on the
cushiest parts.

“OW! Shit! NO! You're not a virgin. OW!
Dammit, Jin, stop!”

“You will never do such a
thing again, correct?” It was his last shot, so he made it
count.

“Ahhh! You fucker! OW! Lemmie answer. OW! Shit!”
Jin finally stayed his hand and let his lover collect himself. “I
won't do it again, I promise.” Mugen paused for a moment,
panting, then turned in his lap to face him. “I'm sorry, Jin.”

He looked so sincerely contrite, Jin was touched, and he did
feel better. His hand was smarting but he wasn't pissed off anymore.
Considering he couldn't remember when he'd felt so angry—and he
hated feeling angry—that was saying a lot. “I
don't want any more sorries, Mugen,” he warned.

“I
got it.” Mugen squirmed around, yanking Jin's sweats out of the
way so he could get his mouth on the part that had enjoyed his
spanking as much as Jin had. “Lemmie make it up to you.”

Jin
assented, with one caveat, “No funny stuff this time.”
Mugen grumbled but tackled the task with his usual skill and aplomb
as Jin sighed happily and let his mind wander.

He'd been so
shocked to see Mugen with a respectable girl, and such a beautiful
one too, his fear and jealousy had been overwhelming. It had never
occurred to him that Mugen might be capable of such a relationship,
Kohza-types always coming to mind when he thought of Mugen with
women. Fuu had gone on and on after lunch about what a nice couple
they were and how happy they seemed together, and it had been galling
to agree with her.

“Yatsuha's so nice! She gave me her
number and said I could call her any time I needed some girltalk,”
Fuu informed him. “She's got a sister my age, too, although
she's still in high school, of course. And isn't Ryu-san the sexiest
thing? She's a lucky lady!” Yes, and Yatsuha's quite a catch
too, Jin agreed to himself, Mugen would be a fool not to
pursue her.

And then there was the astounding dinner at
Sensei's home. The three Niwa men were all enthralled with Fuu, as
was to be expected, the twins rising to hilariously dizzying new
heights of oneupsmanship to win a smile or giggle from her. The shock
had come afterward, on their way back to the B&B, when Fuu was
full of questions about Sensei, not his sons.

“What a
lovely man! I can see why you admire him so. How long has he been
alone, Jin?”

“His wife died two years ago.”

“And
who takes care of him?”

“I believe there's a
housekeeper who comes in to clean but otherwise they fend for
themselves.”

“That's so sad.”

“There's
an entire dojo of students to fuss over him, Fuu. Sensei is
well-loved, don't worry.”

"Oh, but it's not the
same. He must still miss her terribly."

Something about
the exchange had made him uneasy but he had no idea why, for it
seemed innocent enough, especially in light of Sensei's own
observations about her. “If this charming lady is the possible
finance you've always spoken of, I heartily approve,” Master
Niwa had said, taking him aside after dinner. “You'd be foolish
to let such a gem slip through your fingers, my boy.”

“I'm
sure you're right, Sensei,” he agreed, trying to hide his
discomfort.

Jin looked down fondly at the head bobbing
sensuously in his lap, finally feeling calm and at peace with
himself—a sharp contrast from yesterday evening, when Mugen had
made him so livid he'd forgotten how miserable he was after his
confusing day. The catharsis of the spanking and the pleasures of
Mugen's expert attention cleared his head, and he knew what was
necessary. Carding his fingers into his lover's hair, Jin pulled him
upward, unable to resist kissing the bee-stung lips all sweet and
swollen from his activities. Thus satiated, he shared his decision.

“You've told me your ass is mine and I've said the same
to you. But your cock...I've come to realize there are places I don't
want you to put it. Yuki doesn't bother me, I don't know why, but he
doesn't. And if there are other mouths or asses you're sticking it
into, that doesn't bother me either, so long as they're male.

"But
here's the deal, Mugen: if you ever put it into a female body, I will
not be pleased. It will be the end for me if you do.”

“You
gonna give me the same consideration?”

“Yes, I
will.”

Mugen didn't think about it too long,
thankfully, cocking a brow and leaking a little smile. “OK, no
pussy.”

It felt so wonderful to hear those three little
words, Jin's icy heart melted just a bit. Trying to look gruff but
probably failing, he demanded, “On your knees so I can survey
my handiwork.”

Mugen smirked and turned, thrusting his
ass into the air. Still pink and glowing, it was the ass Jin loved,
and he was stunned at how right it felt to admit it. Laying his cheek
on the warm skin, he was glad he'd formally staked a claim on the
territory and felt quite willing to fight for it if necessary.

“I
know I'm hot and all, but how much longer are you gonna drool on me
before you do something useful?”

One itchy palm and one
outraged yelp later, Jin was ready to answer Mugen's question.

to
be continued
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