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Business as Usual, IV
by
Laura Bryannan

Yuki attacked the moment he stepped in the door
and, chuckling, Jin allowed it.

“Are we going to do it
here in the front hall, Yuki?” he teased, after they came up
for air. Yuki simply growled and pulled Jin toward the bedroom by his
hips, even as they kissed again. Ever more emotional and passionate,
Jin often relied on Yuki to drag him from the ivory tower he existed
in. He welcomed the bold tongue exploring his mouth, waking him up,
bringing him down into his body. But entering the bedroom, Jin
laughed out loud.

“King size, eh?” he noted,
grinning at Yuki's blush and stammered response. If Yuki had invested
in such a large playground, he wasn't spending every night alone
masturbating to Jin's memory, and that made Jin happy. Yuki fumbled
with the CD player to cover his embarrassment, then turned to his
beloved.

“You're the one I've been hoping to see in
it,” he admitted, taking off Jin's glasses and pushing him
down. Yuki tasted the milky throat as he unzipped Jin's jeans and
reached inside. The warm member strained against the tight fabric, so
Yuki freed it and began to stroke, reveling in the quiet moans
escaping from Jin's lips.

He was in no hurry, however, and
soon wandered elsewhere. Pushing up Jin's t-shirt, he briefly tongued
his navel before assuaging his curiosity. Was Jin wearing their
ring? He spied the sky blue titanium and let out a happy yelp.

“You're still wearing it,” he exclaimed. “I
thought you might've switched to something else.” In a mad fit
of romanticism, they'd gotten their left nipples pierced on the first
anniversary of their becoming lovers. The piercing had been Yuki's
idea, but the matching rings were Jin's.

“I'm fond of
this one,” Jin murmured, stroking Yuki's face and smiling in a
way that made his heart do flip flops. “What are we listening
to?”

“Um, someone posted a mix on the net,”
Yuki replied. “This song is Digital by Mia Somebody. You want
me to turn it off?”

“No, I like,” Jin told
him. “Let it play. Now where were we?” He pulled Yuki's
body on top of his chest and sought his mouth. Yuki ground his hips
into Jin's, as Jin reached inside Yuki's jeans to knead his ass.
Finally Yuki pulled back, panting.

“I was going to try
and draw things out but.... You want to take me?”

“No.
You do me,” came the reply. Jin had other lovers over the
years, but only Yuki was allowed inside. Tonight he hungered to be
swept away, to allow Yuki's passion carry him out of his own mind.
Yuki's eyes lit up.

“Really?” he asked, looking
predatory but incredulous.

Jin nodded, smiling. “Directive
from the President, Hojo-san.”

“Yes sir,
Takeda-san, sir!” Yuki bowed, giggling, then pulled the black
jeans off Jin's long legs and attacked the exposed weapon with gusto.
Jin arched off the bed as Yuki sucked and swirled, his technique as
flawless as Jin remembered.

“If you don't stop doing
that,” he finally managed to gasp, “I'll cum too soon.
Fuck me, Ki-chan.”

Yuki obliged him. Scrambling in a
drawer for some lube, he slicked up his fingers and teased around
Jin's opening before sliding a few inside. The glorious moans
renewed. Reducing the stoic Jin to wantonness was a skill Yuki had
honed well over the years, and he was justly proud of it. That Jin
was here. Jin was allowing this, wanting this. Yuki had never felt so
grateful, proud...and horny!

Yuki fucked him sweet and slow,
savoring the responses playing across his lover's face. Jin looked so
alive when he was getting laid—pale skin flushed with pink and
sheened with sweat, hair falling out of the tie and splayed around
his face. He smelled amazingly good all hot and aroused, and Yuki
loved it! Every groan, every whimper and gasp hit him like a bolt of
lightening. Unfortunately, the angle that elicited the most noise was
also the most stimulating, and Yuki knew he was close. Reaching down,
he began to stroke Jin as he thrust harder.

“Gods,
Yuki. Yes. More,” Jin panted, finally releasing. His ass milked
the invading member and Yuki couldn't hold on any longer. He cried
out, then collapsed onto his lover's chest, sighing as Jin gently
scratched his back. His time snuggling with his beloved was always
too short, however. Jin could never lay still for long after an
orgasm, and tonight was no different. Eventually, he rolled Yuki off
and stood up to stretch. As he did so, Yuki spied the new addition
and gasped.

“Jin, what the hell is that?” he
exclaimed. “You've got a fucking tattoo on your ass!”

Jin cringed. He'd gotten the ink the day after he and Yuki
broke up. Some strange whim caused him to put the mark there to
commemorate his newfound freedom. It had seemed appropriate somehow.
He couldn't say such a thing to Yuki, however.

“Yes,
Yuki. What of it?”

“But why that? What does it
mean?”

“It's just a tattoo. I don't know why I
got it,” he lied. Yuki grumbled, but he could tell by Jin's
tone of voice he wasn't going to get any further information.
Sighing, he gave the cheek a smack, and got up to rummage in the
kitchen.

And so it went. Every night for over a week Jin would
come by after work and they would play, have dinner, hang out and go
to bed. Like clockwork. Jin began to remember why he'd wanted out a
year ago. Memories of a heated, almost violent, exchange in the
parking lot of Helios haunted his mind. He couldn't help
comparing—beautiful, steady, adoring Yuki and...him. Far from
beautiful, clearly out of control and obnoxiously arrogant. Yuki
should be like a shining star in comparision, but he wasn't, and Jin
cursed himself because of it.

And then, one evening after some
particularly sweet loving, Yuki had an inspiration. “Come on,”
he announced. “I'm starving. There's a new place just opened a
few blocks away. Let's check it out.” Amazed at the change in
routine, Jin readily agreed.

They headed down the street
together and Jin felt at peace. Sex had been immensely satisfying and
he was happy. A nice meal would be a fine way to end a wonderful
evening, so he couldn't understand why his skin was suddenly
prickling and he felt uneasy. Then he stopped dead in his tracks.

Yuki walked a few steps further before realizing his
companion was staring at a couple walking toward them. The couple
noticed the moment Yuki did, and stopped as well, staring back. Yuki
couldn't understand. There was nothing remarkable about the pair. The
spiky-haired man wore fatigues, docs, and a bright red hoodie. The
woman, a denim mini and tight black sweater.

“Jin?”
Yuki tried, and got no response.

“Jin, you okay?”

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One thing about Kohza, when she was
inspired she gave the best head of anyone Mugen had ever known. He
closed his eyes and imagined Takeda-san licking and teasing and doing
him so right it lasted forever. Oh yeah....

Takeda-san, the
bane of his existence. The guy was impossible to forget and
impossible to reach. His cell was unlisted, and the calls Mugen put
into Takeda Delivery always got routed to Hojo-san. It was
frustrating as hell. And he quickly realized that fucking Kohza
wasn't helping. At all. They did the sex part great. It was the
after-sex part that was always a drag.

He hadn't stepped foot
in the old 'hood since he broke up with her nine months ago, and it
was very weird to be back. He'd acquired his first computer at twelve
through nefarious means, and began to practice his hacking skills. He
discovered his affinity for options trading a few years later.
Unerringly placing his calls and puts, he rode the margins and began
to make money.

But once the gang got wind of it, there was
trouble, and most of it came from Kohza's shithead half-brother
Mukuro. Those who remained friends got his support. Those who turned
into parasites got kicked out of his life, and most were pissed about
it. He was forced to move uptown just to keep from feeling like a
bitch with ten puppies sucking on her.

So visiting Kohza, who
still lived where they grew up, was both nostalgic and creepy. They
were strolling to a local restaurant, and he planned to make his
escape after dinner, disgusted as he was by the idea of spending
another night with her. Sex was good but, in lots of ways, whores
were cheaper. Kohza wasn't worth the cost.

Suddenly his heart
began to pound and he had trouble breathing. He saw Takekda-san and
couldn't believe his eyes. The guy he was with could have been his
brother, they looked so much alike—almost as tall, just as
handsome, dressed in a white shirt and well-faded bluejeans. Mugen
felt instantly attracted and threatened.

And then Takeda-san
saw him and time stopped. They stared at each other, transfixed.
Mugen's mind was racing. Do something! Do something! It's fate!
You might never see him again! Being in Takeda-san's
presence—overwhelmed by his cold beauty—Mugen felt a
yearning big enough to break his heart and bust his pants. He had to
try, he knew that much. If the guy blew him off, it would be
humiliating, especially in front of Kohza and clone boy, but he
decided to risk it.

“Hey,” he said. Takeda-san
nodded.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” He held
his breath. He didn't let it out until Takeda-san nodded again and
followed him some feet away from their respective companions, who
were both looking too surprised to react further.

They stood
closer than necessary, almost as if a magnet pulled them together,
breathing each other in and savoring the experience. Every cell in
Mugen's body screamed to hold, to touch, to taste, but he
successfully battled the urges into submission.

“What do
you want?” Takeda-san finally asked. There was something about
the look in his eyes that made Mugen think Takeda-san was hungry
too—that maybe he wasn't the only one trembling. It gave him
the courage to lay it on the line.

“I'm wanting you.
Can't stop thinking about you,” he confessed. “What's
your cell?”

Takeda-san hesitated for a moment, then
leaked a slight smile. “It's listed under Spike Spiegel...on
9th,” he said, heading back to his scowling friend.

“Great
character,” Mugen called out, grinning like a madman.

“Yes,”
came the reply.

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Ryu-san called later and, thankfully,
Yuki was in the kitchen. The guy was certainly persistant.

“Tomorrow
after work,” he proposed. Jin cursed himself for seeing Yuki
every night since they reinstated their relationship. It was going to
take time to extricate himself gracefully.

“Evenings
are difficult for me,” Jin informed him. “Tomorrow
afternoon?”

Ryu-san chuckled. “Oh yeah, I could
do that. You top or bottom?”

“Top,” Jin
replied.

“Really?”

“Why are you
surprised?”

“Pretty boys like you usually take
it.”

“Have a lot of experience with pretty boys,
Ryu-san?”

“I've tried. We'll figure something
out, I guess.”

And so the doorman let Jin into the
stately turn of the century building, and he nervously made his way
to apartment 1203. He knew he had to be there, just no idea why.

Ryu-san opened the door with his shirt unbuttoned, loosening
his tie. “Wow, you really showed up! Wasn't sure if you would.”

Jin stepped inside, and they came into each others arms.
Ryu-san was wearing the same cologne as before, and Jin's body
flushed with heat remembering that night. Ryu-san tried to kiss him
and Jin turned his face aside, just as he had then, which elicited an
exasperated grumble. “What the fuck?”

“I
only kiss people I care about,” Jin said, pulling Ryu-san's
hips into his. Ryu-san sighed, his lips tracing along Jin's jawline.
“Ah come on,” he wheedled, nuzzling Jin's face with his
nose and cheekbone, sniffing and purring like an animal. “White
flag. Truce, K?”

The gentle sucking on his lower lip
made Jin's groin ache. He knew how a talented kisser could reduce his
defenses to nothing, and was afraid to let Ryu-san in. But his body
hungered for more, so when a warm tongue teased along the seam of his
lips he parted them, and felt a jolt of electricity as their tongues
touched for the first time.

Both moaning, they opened wider,
Ryu-san's hands cradling his face. Delving, exploring, they got
acquainted and tested each other in battle. Finding themselves evenly
matched, they settled down to pleasuring each other. Ryu-san tasted
of green tea and cigarettes. The steel in his tongue was startling,
and Jin wasn't sure he liked it. Plus, thoughts of how it might feel
in other places were making his knees weak.

Ryu-san's
demanding, ardent kisses continued, and Jin felt himself melting,
aching, ready to put something else into this alluring body besides
his tongue. Pushing himself away, he grabbed Ryu-san by his tie and
pulled him down the hall. “Where is your bedroom, Ryu-san?”

Ryu-san blinked, looking stoned from the kissing. “Uh,
keep going. And call me Mugen, for god's sake...Jin.”

Jin
harrumphed, and pushed him onto the bed. He tugged on Mugen's belt as
Mugen reached under his t-shirt to tease his nipple and twist the
ring through it.

“You think you're fucking me, you're
crazy,” Mugen declared, biting his tongue to keep from moaning
as Jin worked his cock.

“Fuck you? Yes,” Jin
decided, wincing at a particularly cruel tweak. “It is
what you want.” He stroked the pulsing shaft expertly—a
little taken aback it was as big as he remembered—and the moans
finally escaped. So sure his prey was weakening, Jin missed the
signals an attack was impending.

Thus he found himself on his
back, shoulders pinned, with Mugen crouched over him, panting. “You.
Think. You're. Fucking. Me. You're. Crazy,” Mugen repeated,
with dark emphasis. The look in his eyes caused Jin to shudder with
the most delicious fear. He knew the battle would be hard to win
because his resolve was disturbingly weak.

to be continued
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