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Business
as Usual, XXV
by Laura Bryannan

Absolution
was a fine thing, Mugen decided. Once his passion had abated last
night he'd been in turmoil, guilty about what he'd done and pissed
there was no fixing it. Everything changed when Jin took matters in
hand this morning, literally beating all the bad feelings out of
him—and himself too, if the sex was any clue to his mood.

Jin
was spooned behind, buried to the hilt, thrusting so slow and
measured Mugen knew he was in for a long one. Sometimes he resented
how his lover could impale him for hours, moving only enough to stay
erect, keeping him pinned and helpless, unable to escape. But today
he welcomed it, settling into the warm arms surrounding him and
letting his mind wander.

Relieved of his guilties, he surveyed
the night's work with pleasure. It had been totally hot to screw a
protesting Jin, working him so right he didn't want to stop—couldn't
stop—even though he was pissed as hell. It felt evil to like it
so much, but he didn't care, welcoming it into the heady mix of
sensations and emotions Jin's cock was stirring deep inside him.

Mugen considered the promises they made to each other and
decided they suited him fine. Yatsuha was off-limits, Kohza was no
way and Fuu-san was jackoff material, so No Pussy was easy. But he
was flattered and amazed that Jin made the same promise without a
second thought. Considering Fuu-san's yumminess, it was hard to
believe, but he trusted Jin to keep his word so the whole thing was
pretty amazing.

A bite on his shoulder startled him out of
his reverie. “Where are you?” Jin asked.

“I'm
floating cuz you're hiding back there,” Mugen complained.
“Lemmie turn around so we can make out.”

His
lover obliged, withdrawing enough so they could change positions. Jin
was getting close, his thrusting more purposeful, and Mugen craved
the sensation of being entered at both ends. So when Jin lowered his
mouth to his, he opened and let himself be plundered, allowing Jin to
take happy advantage. Mugen sucked and bit at the tongue teasing the
roof of his mouth, fucking the back of his throat, even as his
lover's other long member felt as though it was coming up behind so
both parts could meet in the middle.

Spine melting, unable to
hold out any longer, Mugen clung with teeth and nails as the orgasm
consumed him. Jin bit back and Mugen tasted blood—he wasn't
sure whose—as his growling lover pounded him hard as he came
himself. Both of them moaning, Mugen wrapped his limbs around the
velvet steel body and pulled it close, wishing he could take the
pounding heart, sweat and bones and hide them away so no one else
could have them. Jin collapsed on his chest, apparently fine with his
killer death grip, and they floated back to earth together.

Mugen
sighed. There were things he should do today, and Jin had said he'd
promised the afternoon to Fuu, but he wasn't done. He wanted more and
didn't want to share. And since Jin didn't seem to be in any hurry to
move along after their triumphant conclusion, Mugen began to plot.
Almost on cue, two cell phones rang, causing two lazy bodies to rouse
and dig through the piles of clothing on the floor to find them.

Flipping his open, Jin announced, “It's Fuu.”

“Yuki,” Mugen told him.

They looked at
each other and considered for half a moment. Then, eyes twinkling,
they snapped their phones closed.

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Fascinated
as he was with Mugen's morning rituals—so different from his
own—Jin liked to get in and out of the shower first so he could
observe them as he shaved. Jin's routine was over a decade old: he
washed his body, his face next, then untied his hair and washed that.
Mugen started with his hair, dumping shampoo on his head and into his
pubes and using it to clean the rest of himself...without a washcloth
or loofa or anything.

Even though his hair was short now and
required less work, Jin still dried his head off first and the rest
of himself after. Mugen would throw a towel around his hips and not
dry himself at all, wandering around the apartment getting ready for
work with his hair still dripping. It made no sense, but Jin found it
bemusing.

Today was no different. Out of the corner of his
eye Jin could see Mugen shake the water off his head like a dog and
step out of the shower. Standing behind, dripping on his back, Mugen
peered over his shoulder at their reflection in the mirror. “You
really have to do that every day?” he asked, skeptically.

“Yes,” came the reply.

“Hmph!”
he sniffed, exiting the bathroom so Jin didn't have to hide his
smile. He knew Mugen clipped what he had to a quarter inch to keep it
from looking like the peach fuzz it mostly was.

However,
watching the fine ass leave caused Jin unexpected grief. The cutting
glared at him, angry and accusing, looking red and miserable where
Mugen fell on it last night. Jin sincerely regretted marring his
beautiful, perfect playground, and couldn't remember why he'd given
into Mugen's demand to do it. He hoped the scar would fade as the
cutting healed, but there was no getting around the sense that he'd
damaged his lover permanently, and that made him heartsick.

Sighing, he went to Mugen's bedroom and dug through his
underwear drawer for some clean clothes. He'd brought a razor to
Mugen's place, but that was it, preferring to borrow his lover's
things rather than bring his own when he stayed overnight. The Ts
Mugen wore under his dress shirts always smelled faintly of his
cologne, and Jin liked catching a waft of it as he moved about during
the day.

Finally clean and dressed, they hit a local
restaurant for some eats, sitting outside because it was a nice day.
After their meal, Jin enjoyed the people watching while Mugen smoked
one last ciggie, venturing, “So, you gotta hang with Fuu-san
later?”

“Yes,” Jin said, "tomorrow
too. However, the dorms open in the afternoon, Monday is Freshman
Orientation and classes begin Tuesday, so my schedule should regain
some normalcy after tomorrow. Did you make plans with Yuki?”

“Yup.”
Mugen paused for a moment, then exclaimed, “Hey, why don't we
all meet at the beach or something later?”

“It
would look way too suspicious for you to suddenly show up again.”

“Who said anything about sneaking around? You need to
tell her about me.”

Jin considered a moment and agreed,
“You're right. However there is one problem.”

“What?”

“Fuu
and Yuki do not get along. Putting them together in the same space is
usually unwise.”

“Heh! They hate each other cuz of
you?”

Jin didn't want to say it out loud, but he
believed it the case. While he would have preferred that his two
dearest friends like each other, he was insecure enough to take
secret pleasure in the way they fought over him.

“That's
one possible theory,” he admitted, “but Yuki goads her
unmercifully and she can never stop herself from rising to the bait.
It's hard for me because I don't like to take sides, and I'm often
biting my tongue to keep from laughing.”

“I'm
thinking it'd be fun to see 'em in action.”

Mugen's
rakish expression made Jin smile. “It would be a wicked thing
to do,” he declared, trying to sound serious.

The grin
broadened. “Aw, come on. Just think of it...Licorice Boy versus
Yummy Peach, round one, fight!”

Jin chuckled. It would
be funny, that was certain, but it didn't seem right somehow. “I
don't know, Mugen....”

“Let's do it!” his
lover insisted. “I could use some entertainment this afternoon.
If they go for each other's throats, we can spank 'em and take 'em to
bed without supper.”

“Take who to
bed?!?”

“Down boy! I was talking outta my ass.
Come on, Jin. We'll meet at the city beach and grill some dinner, K?”

Despite its evilness, the plan was too delicious to refuse,
especially since it meant seeing Mugen again this evening. “All
right,” Jin finally agreed. “Let's do it...after.”

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Mugen walked a few
paces behind to get the best view and he was not disappointed, for it
started the moment they saw each other. “Fuuuuu-swaaaan,”
Yuki called in a high falsetto.

Fuu turned and stuck out her
tongue, glaring at him, and Mugen chuckled. “Oh great, it's
Pukey,” she complained, moving closer to Jin. “Why did
you ask him to come?”

“I didn't,” he
replied. “He's probably here with Mugen.”

“Mugen?!?”
she gasped, finally noticing him.

“Hey, Fuu-san,”
he called, flattered by her blush. In denim cut-offs and a pink
t-shirt short enough to reveal some tummy when she moved, the girl
was looking mighty tasty.

She walked over and peered up at him
shyly through her bangs. “Jin told me you two were together,”
she said, and his jaw almost dropped off his face. Jin told her,
and she's still smiling like that? “I'm glad for him, you
seem nice. But why did you bring that jerk?” She gave his
companion the evil eye behind his back.

“Aw, Yuki's
amusing. I'll sit on him if he gets outta hand, K?”

Mugen
could see the wheels turning in her head, trying to figure the
situation out, but she sniffed and retorted, “Oh, I can take
care of juveniles like him myself. Do you want something to eat?”

He nodded, taking the apple she offered. Boy, she was cute!
And he still couldn't believe she knew about his scene with Jin.
Fucking amazing!

“Hey,” Yuki announced. “A
friend of mine was looking for something to do this afternoon so I
invited her along. Hope that's alright.”

“Her?”
Mugen asked, still finding Yuki's bisexuality hard to fathom.

“Oh
yeah! She's a keeper too, a good girl. So be nice to her, okay?”

“I
can just imagine,” Fuu began, sighing dramatically. “If
she's a friend of yours she's probably a horror.”

“Jin's
a friend of mine,” he purred, “but you're the horror
part.”

“Chill,” Mugen demanded, dragging
Yuki away from the battleground, not finding the fight as amusing as
he thought he would. “Come on, let's get the hibachi
going.”

The charcoal was finally ready when Mugen's jaw
did drop. “Yatsuha, over here!” Yuki called, waving at a
figure walking toward them. It was her! What the fuck? She was
smiling as Yuki took her hand and they did that European air kiss
thing, which was closer than he'd ever been to her so...damn, what
the fuck?

“Everyone, this is Yatsuha-san,” Yuki
announced.

“Mugen!” she gasped. “What are
you doing here?”

“I'm here with....” He
nodded at the rest of them, unsure how to describe the
situation.

Her eyes widened. “Fuu-san! Jin-san! What
a....”

“You know them?” Yuki gasped.

“We
just met Yatsuha-san the other day,” Jin explained. “Mugen
introduced us.”

“You know Mugen!?!” Yuki
sputtered.

“How do you know Yuki, Yatsuha?” Mugen
asked, demanding her attention, needing to get to the bottom of this
now!

“The same as I met you,” she told him,
meeting his gaze directly. “Yuki's been attacked three times in
the past few years.”

“You really know Mugen?”
Yuki asked her, looking indignant, which served him right. Mugen
wasn't feeling particularly generous at the moment, considering how
his heart was sinking. He and Yatsuha weren't even dating, let alone
exclusive, so of course she'd have other men in her life. But to be
faced with one, and Yuki no less, made Mugen more depressed than
jealous. The day was becoming crazier by the minute.

“Yes,
I handled Mugen's file after the gang shot him,” she said.
“We've known each other for a long time now.” Yuki
nodded, obviously deflated by the information. She looked uncertain,
trapped, and Mugen wasn't ready to rescue her.

“Come
over here and get something to drink, Yatsuha-san,” Fuu called
out. “Stop letting those guys interrogate you.” Yatsuha
smiled in relief and took Fuu up on her offer, sitting near and
grabbing a plate of salad.

Yuki was giving him a look like,
Don't think I'm backing away from this one, boyo, and Mugen
wasn't sure he was up for the fight. He was more focused on how the
power between them had shifted, for while he had Preferred Partner
status with Jin, he did not with Yatsuha. It was so weird to think of
Yuki as a threat, Mugen couldn't get his head around it, but Yuki was
no longer the uke at the bottom of the pecking order and that was
discomfiting.

He looked up to find Jin watching, wearing a
compassionate expression that made Mugen's throat tighten. Damn!
Feeling like he was getting some karma back for trying to stir up
trouble, he looked at Yuki and said, “Let the best man win, K?”

Yuki's face softened. He leaned near and whispered, “I'm
not sure if any man's gonna get in those jeans.”

They
eyed each other knowingly, suddenly conspirators, and Mugen's heart
lifted. Yuki was a good guy, and since Yatsuha clearly wasn't lovers
with him either, he didn't feel so put out. “Let's cook this
shit before it rots,” he said, and they threw the burgers on
the grill.

When they sat down to eat, Mugen left Yatsuha to
Yuki, preferring to observe their interactions rather than talk to
her himself. All the better to get to know Ms. Peachcakes, anyway,
who's eyes kept straying away from Jin to peek at him often enough to
puff his ego nicely.

His imagination kept
dreaming up so many Fuu-san sandwiches of various varieties—hot,
open-faced, dripping in juice—his burger paled by comparison.
Thinking about Jin was always a turn on. Thinking about the both of
them together was even better than thinking about Jin and Yuki, which
was unbelievable, but he couldn't deny it. Peaches and Cream, yes
sir!

He pondered, enjoying his brewing hard-on. Maybe
agreeing to the No Pussy rule had been a little reckless. Maybe rules
were made to be broken.

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