The Answer to the Question

Chapter 4: The Two Mug Three-Way and a Preacher Boy in Black


Ban locked the door behind them, let Ginji drop where he left him and immediately began a frenzied search.

Ginji sagged against the door panting heavily. He stood there trying desperately to tame his painful hard-on while Ban frantically opened drawers and doors.

“Don’t just stand there twiddling your thumbs, look!” Ban hissed over his shoulder.

“For what?” asked Ginji breathlessly. Ginji was a wreck! His hair was askew, more askew than normal, his heart felt like it was threatening to jump out right through his chest, and his skin felt like it was burning him from the outside in. Ginji tried to follow what Ban was doing, but the lingering feel of his partner’s touch and the lingering heat from his partner’s body put the smack down on any kind of coherence the poor Lightning Emperor might have scraped up. Blinking rapidly, he leaned against the door and tried to control himself. Slowly, he became aware of the fact that they weren’t in their room. The pretty Chinese paper lantern-style ceiling light, which was already on, revealed that this room had a high, four-poster oak bed and the comforter was a rich gold tapestry number. Like their room, two nightstands flanked the bed with table lamps and dried flower arrangements. There was also a small side table and reading chair to Ginji’s left and window and door to a balcony overlooking the courtyard straight back beside the bed. A large oak tv armoire stood in the corner to Ginji’s right.

Ban’s head snapped up. “Stop sightseeing and LOOK for the BOX, you IDIOT!” He shook his fist at his partner and went into the bathroom.

Ginji’s head finally began to clear and he remembered why they were at the inn in the first place. Getting up off the door, he began searching the left side of the room.

*** ***

Mugs One and Two rounded the west hall into the lobby carrying their boxed dinners.

“I’m telling you, I locked the door!” Mug Two exclaimed.

“Whatever.” Mug One didn’t want to hear it.

They continued their one-sided argument through the lobby and on down the east hall.

Neither of them noticed Miko with K’s sunglasses on, watching the monitors behind the counter.

*** ***

“I can’t find a damn thing!” Ban huffed; frustrated. “They don’t have any luggage to go through…wait!” He remembered the blue duffel bag. “They must have it on them in that bag. Shit!”

“What do we do?” Ginji panted. Even a whole five minutes later, he was still flushed and trying to cope.

“Would you shut the fuck up?” Voices were arguing outside the door. The boys heard a key scrape the lock. “See? It’s locked cuz *I* locked it!”

“Hide!” Ban slid a closet door open and dove inside. Ginji panicked and instead of following his partner, ran in place--his knees doing a high jog while his head swiveled wildly looking for a place to go.

Ban opened the door again and snatched Ginji into the closet beside him. He glared at his partner for being an idiot and “ssh’d” him to keep him quiet.

“My freakin’ Lord, if I ever have to see a display like that again, I’ll shoot myself. I mean it!” Mug One dropped down on the bed.

Inside the closet, Ban carefully eased the door open a sliver so he could see.

“Would you let it go? Look where you are. This place probably has freak shows walking in and out of here every hour on the hour.” Mug Two went around to the table beside the room’s chair. He dropped their dinners on the table and the duffel on the floor. He hadn’t really minded the man love show at all…

“Careful with the bag! Whatever. The sooner this job is done, the sooner we can put this place and this day behind us.”

“It hasn’t been that bad.” Mug Two sat down. “In fact, it’s been a lot easier than our client had me thinking it’d be. We only had to take down that one interceptor service and that other bottle we found on the ground beside that freaky looking dead guy in the hat. Piece of cake if you ask me. All our jobs should be this easy.”

Ban, listening inside the closet, suddenly got their casual attitudes. He’d been wondering how such imbeciles had managed to get away with taking down Dr. Jackal of all people and now he knew. They hadn’t! Whatever had happened to Jackal must have happened long before the Mugs had arrived on the scene. These yokels had come in at the tail end of things after all the fire fighting had been done and all they’d had to do was mop up.

*Which is why they’re still breathing,* Ban thought ruefully. He recalled the Get Backer’s last fight with Jackal and knew that for most people, an encounter with Akabane meant a gruesome end to their hopes…and dreams…and lives. He sincerely doubted the man was down for the count like the two idgits on the other side of the door seemed to think he was.

“Evil doesn’t die,” Ban muttered to Ginji. “Those poor bastards out there have no idea what they’ve walked into or what’s coming for them.” Ban frowned to himself as he mulled the situation over.

*I wonder if we do…*

There was a light knock at the door.

Ban tensed.

Ginji held his breath.

Metallic clicks of guns being drawn came from both sides of the room.

Ban saw Mug One put a finger to his lips and crouch down by the bed. Mug Two’s footsteps crossed the room, then silence.

The light knock came again and before it was done, the door yanked open and there was a quick scuffling drag.

“It’s ME, you fool!” a male voice snapped. The door closed quickly and quietly.

“Can’t be too careful,” Mug Two said, putting away his gun.

Mug One got up from his covering position and breathed a sigh of relief. “Hirata-san! You’re early,” he said to the new arrival.

“Couldn’t be helped. I had to change the time because so many people are looking for it.” Soft footsteps approached the bed as the metallic scrape of Mug One’s gun being put away sounded. “So where is it?”

Mug Two picked up the bag and dropped it on the comforter with a soft plunk. Ginji heard a zipper coming undone.

“There’s more than one,” Mug Two said. Fabric rustled. “There were two boxes, not one like you told us.” Two more soft plunks hit the bed.

“I didn’t anticipate decoys.”

*This new guy must be their client,* thought Ginji. He crowded closer to Ban to listen better.

There was another plunk on the bed.

“You got a box too!” Mug Two exclaimed. “That makes three. How many are there totally?”

“I don’t know,” the client said. “That’s why I have to see them all.” There was more rustling.

“Neither of these are the original box,” the client stated after a few minutes of silent perusal.

“What do you mean?” Mug One asked.

“The original box is supposed to be stained teak wood and has a gold latch and corners. It’s very exquisite and would stand out in an instant. All of these boxes are plain and cheaply made.”

“Well, you didn’t say nothing about gold latches or corners.” Mug One’s voice had an edge to it. “You said a red box. We come up with two and it was hell doin' it!”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your money.”

Ban watched through the crack as the client, a short man with wire-rimmed glasses finally came into view. He had a nerdy, scholarly look to him that reminded Ban of a university professor. Ban scrunched up his face trying to imagine what exactly the box of T.o.E.s was if it had geeks like the client mixing it up with mugs and Akabane.

Out beside the bed, the client picked up one of the boxes and shook dust off it. Dirt went everywhere.

“What happened to your box?” asked Mug Two, coughing a bit. “It’s all dirty!”

“I had a hard time retrieving it from its hiding place,” replied the client. “The switch was broken so I had to bust it out.”

The client opened his box and both of theirs. In turn he held the bottle each contained to the ceiling light.

Ban peered closely. Each vial had the same soft, pinkish-purple glow to it like in the picture Hevn had showed them earlier. He squinted to get a better look at the bottles.

The client turned on a nightstand lamp and inspected each vial closely again.

“Well?” asked Mug One.

“I don’t think either of these are it,” the client said slowly after a moment of turning each sample this way and that under the light. “The bottles aren’t right and all the stoppers have cheap gold-plating that’s already starting to flake.”

“We got a fourth decoy,” Mug Two suddenly remembered. “We didn’t get a good look at it because we were kinda in a rush. It don’t have a box, though. We found it by itself in this little backpack.”

Ginji could hear rummaging in the bag as Mug Two took out the little backpack from the duffel bag, then pulled out the fourth vial.

“Here it…” Mug Two’s voice trailed off.

In the closet, Ban could only see a pair of arms from the left hold up a fourth bottle to the ceiling light. The contents were brighter than the other bottles and held a vibrant pinkish-purple that was deeper as well. Mug Two’s fingers began to slowly fondle the bottle. Ban shifted his gaze to the right. Mug One and the client were busy at the lamp examining the decoys. Ban went back left just in time to see the arms slowly pull the fourth bottle back out of his line of sight.

“Where’s that other vial?” The client turned around and abruptly screamed in terror.

“NO YOU FOOL, PUT THE TOP BACK ON!”

Ginji could hear the client’s feet race back to Mug Two. There was struggling.

“PUT IT BACK PUT IT BACK!!! OHHH….”

“What the fuck is going on?!” Mug One crossed Ban’s line of vision and out of sight.

“What the…”

There was a thick, awkward second of total silence. Then, suddenly, there was movement.

Rapid rustlings of fabric and wet sounds drifted to the boys inside the closet, along with growing sounds of heavy breathing and panting.

The client and Mug One stumbled back into Ban’s vision and what he saw caused BOTH hands to fly to his mouth in dismay. They were kissing! Not just kissing, but going for theirs with serious intent, deep-tonguing, groping, probing, feeling, ripping—the whole nine!

“What?” Ginji whispered. “What’s going on?”

Outside, jackets fell and shirt buttons went everywhere.

“Ahhh…hahhhh….” Mug One dropped down and began suckling the now naked nipples of the client. The client gripped Mug One’s neck and threw his head back. A third pair of arms from the left wound around the client’s back, capturing him within the middle of a three-way embrace.

“What the holy fuck?!” Ban’s loud whisper was full of alarm and his eyes were glued to the scene in front of him. The three of them continued to get down, oblivious to anything outside of the flesh they were desperately gripping, biting, kissing, sucking, feeling…

Next to him, Ginji was beside himself with worry. “What’s going on Ban-chan? I can’t see!” He stuck his head in front of Ban cutting off the sight of naked man-flesh rapidly getting more naked and replaced it with a headful of blonde curiosity.

Beside the bed, the client turned around and ripped Mug Two’s shirt wide open while Mug One ground himself into the back of the client; working his hands down into the front of the client’s pants.

“Ahhh, God!” Mug One continued to stroke inside the client’s pants and grind against him while the client helped himself to Mug Two’s nipples. Mug One worked the client’s pants and underwear down, then spun him back to face him and kissed him deeply, never taking his hands off the man’s very hard erection. Mug Two joined Mug One in front of the client, then dropped to his knees and took that erection into his mouth, turning the client’s legs to get a better angle going; noisily sucking and sliding his way from front to back and then side to side.

Ginji’s eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. “What is going ON out there?!”

Ban shoved Ginji out of the way and clamped his hand down over his partner’s mouth to shut him up. In spite of everything, Ginji tried to push Ban over so he could see again, and again Ban took hold of him to lock him into place.

They still had to be quiet unless they wanted to be found out. Not that much could be heard over the loud grunts and hisses and slurping sounds that were filling the air with their thick, heavy heat. Even so, Ban could understand why Ginji was so pressed to see. It was a naked train wreck going on outside and Ban himself was having trouble turning away. It was all so animalistic, the way the three men outside, at least one of which was a card-carrying homophobe, had suddenly turned on a dime from being all business to being all hot, raw man sex. None of the men, neither the mugs nor their client were anything to write home about in the looks department. None of them would ever make a living being somebody’s pin up idol. But it didn’t seem to matter. The only thing that mattered to them was getting as much naked flesh into their hands, their mouths and all other accommodating bodily openings as possible. Primitive need drove them. Lust in its purest form enslaved them.

And it was taking Ban, who couldn’t stop looking, along for the ride with it.

It felt like the air in the closet jumped 20 degrees as the Jagan Master tried to think and get together a plan. But he couldn’t. Outside a fuckfest was taking place before his very eyes and his breath quickened as he watched. Ban felt himself go hard and as the lustful seconds ticked slowly, oh so slowly by, he became painfully aware of just how close Ginji was to him. More than close, Ginji was pressing into him, locked into place by Ban’s grip and the hand that he still had clamped down over Ginji’s mouth.

Ginji’s mouth, his very sensual mouth, and his lips, Ginji’s very soft lips, were parted beneath Ban’s fingers and through them issued short, hard pants as the sounds of fucking awakened in him his own natural instincts.

As the action continued outside, Ban began to hear Ginji’s own breath quicken and grow heavy as well as feel it…

Ban turned to Ginji, ready to bark a whispered command at him to stop getting turned on, but the minute he faced his partner, all thoughts along that line shattered and fell. Ginji was gazing directly at him through the dim closet shadows whose only illumination came from the sliver of cracked door to the world outside causing a single line of light to fall directly into Ban’s eyes.

Those very blue eyes.

Ginji couldn’t stop himself if he wanted to. And with the action outside pressing him and his partner in front of him holding him…touching him…burning him…again, Ginji didn’t want to. He leaned forward, almost kissing Ban’s hand, which was still over his mouth.

“Ban-chan…” The whisper came out thick and slow and the movement of Ginji’s lips against his fingers sent small, thrilling shivers through Ban. Ginji was close and getting closer.

“Ban…”

Ginji was hot and getting hotter.

Over as far as he could go without actually leaving the closet, there was nowhere Ban could get away from the partner that had fixed his gaze of melted chocolate upon him. Nowhere he could escape the electricity, both literal and figurative, that was beginning to arc between them.

Though Ban couldn’t see it, he could certainly feel the charged air that was seemingly connecting the two of them together. Their forced shared space and that heady current drew Ban off the wall and toward his partner, even as his partner was drawn to him.

“Ginji…”

Ban slid his hand from Ginji’s mouth, taking care to let his fingers slide over the full length of Ginji’s lips which, unexpectedly, Ginji parted even further. The blonde caught one of Ban’s fingers in his mouth and with an expression that danced the line between total bashfulness and total excitement, Ginji flicked his tongue out and met that finger, giving it a broad stroke with its tip.

Ban gasped at the contact.

“Ginji…”

Suddenly the scant inches between them seemed far too wide. He inserted that finger deeper into Ginji’s mouth and began to slide it in and out, taking command of the tongue that continued to flick at it. In front of him, Ginji began to unconsciously move his body to the rhythm that Ban set; rocking lightly back and forth, almost in an unspoken invitation to Ban. Beckoning him to take command of more than just Ginji’s tongue.

Ban complied. He moved into Ginji, taking his finger from Ginji’s mouth and winding it and the rest of his hand around the back of his partner’s head to draw him, to compel him, to begin his command…

The two Get Backers sat in that dark closet together, face to face, and now, nearly mouth to mouth. Ban guided Ginji to him as he leaned in. Ginji closed his eyes and tilted his head for the oncoming enslavement of his mouth.

THUNK!

Outside a loud thunking noise snatched Ban’s attention at the last critical second before their mouths met and took both men past the point of no return. Ban opened his eyes and pulled back. Ginji stayed exactly where he was, mouth parted, eyes closed, breathless with anticipation. Ban wanted to go back in and finish the job he’d helped start but something out of the corner of his eye drew his attention. Turning, he saw a box on the floor.

“A box!”

“Yesss…a box…” Ginji repeated in a hot whisper.

Ban blew out a heated breath. Ginji looked so damn good right now…

“No, a box is on the floor. One of us needs to go out and get it.”

Ginji opened his eyes. Sweat was starting to form on his face. Whether it was from the heat of being closed up in a closet or the heat from being closed up in a closet with a man he wanted more than he could have ever imagined, Ginji didn’t know.

“What?” he asked; the fog of desire lifting much too slowly for instant comprehension.

Outside the Mug/client three-way had become completely serious. None of them were paying attention to the box that had dropped to the floor, preferring to pay attention to each other’s nearly naked body instead.

“As soon as the coast is clear, go out and get the box,” Ban repeated. He continued to look for an opening, keeping his eyes and his mind as best he could on the action outside of the closet for fear of being pulled back into starting action on the inside of the closet.

Action his body was crying about not being in the middle of by now.

Unaware of the sexual attraction going on inside the closet, Mug Two and Mug One tugged the client’s pants and underwear the rest of the way off and their own quickly followed. Mug One, pushed the now completely naked client onto the bed, shucked off the rest of his own clothes and climbed roughly onto him. Mug Two did the same and was soon as naked as the rest. He followed his now literal partners onto the bed and began to grope about for something to suck.

“Now, Ginji,” Ban whispered frantically. “While they’re up on the bed. Get the box and I’ll cover you. If they turn around, I’ll take care of it.”

Ginji leaned into Ban so that his lips were back where they started—nearly touching Ban’s.

“But…what about…”

Lips…so smooth…right there in front of him begging to be kissed…

Feeling himself about to knuckle under, Ban took the last of his will and slid the closet door open, then shoved Ginji out into the room. Not giving his partner an opening to come back, he shut the closet door back to the sliver and left Ginji open and vulnerable in the middle of the room.

“Ban!” Ginji mouthed, suddenly completely aware of what had happened.

“Get the fucking box!” his partner mouthed back.

Ginji crouched as low he could on the floor and reached for the box. Above him on the bed, Mug One rose up and began humping himself against the client. All he had to do was turn just a little and he’d see Ginji on the floor, confused, sweaty and hella horny!

Not able to go back to the closet, Ginji dove under the bed and out of sight. Inside the closet, Ban blew out a held breath. For a second, the game had almost been up…for both of them. And Ban didn’t just mean being spotted by a mug. What had come over him? He had been about to do Ginji right then and there on the spot. In the middle of a job no less! Ban shook his head to clear it and realized that even just thinking about how close they’d come to taking their partnership to the next level and beyond was making his already present and accounted for erection, painfully harder.

“I gotta do something about that,” he muttered to himself, glancing at the space where he’d last seen his partner’s shapely ass wiggling itself under the bed. “I gotta do something about that boy and damn quick unless I want to keep a permanent crease in my pants.” Ban leaned heavily against the wall of the closet wondering exactly what he was going to do about it all…never consciously noticing that he was stroking the crease he had now in his pants…

Under the bed, Ginji felt his own erection pressing against the floor and as the pressing mattress movements above him increased with the sounds of sex—moaning, panting, grunting and sighs of yessss—Ginji’s breathing went hard. He tried to be quiet, clamping a hand over his mouth, but it was all getting to be too much for him. He remembered Ban’s heated kiss out by the reception desk. He remembered how it felt to get pulled roughly into Ban and to lean against his partner’s hard chest. The hot wetness of Ban’s mouth capturing his own, owning it, commanding it, probing it with his deep tongue. Ginji had lost himself in that kiss. It had sent him reeling. Just a few scant minutes earlier in the closet, the same thing had almost happened again. Now, witnessing the three-way free-for-all above him was truly doing its best to send him the rest of the way over the edge.

Ginji was startled out of his hot thoughts when the other two boxes suddenly hit the floor right in front of him with two more loud THUNKS. Slowly he reached out and grabbed one pulling it quietly back under the bed to him.

Inside the closet, the movement caught Ban’s eye. Way to go Ginji! He thought. His eyes tried to remain on what his partner was doing, but they kept shifting on their own back to the action on the bed.

Mug One pushed the client onto his back, straddled his upper chest and began to rapidly fuck his mouth, groaning and panting heavily. Mug Two, who was back to going down on the client, was bent over with his ass high in the air. He stroked himself hard to the rhythm to which he sucked the dick in his mouth.

Ginji felt the bed groan above him and pulse with their movements. He tried to keep his mind on the task in front of him and opened the box. Empty! Biting his lip to keep his concentration in front of him and not above him, he still found himself grinding the floor involuntarily as he pulled the second and third boxes to him. He wiped the sweat from his face with the back of his glove and opened each. Empty—both of them! Suddenly, Ginji wasn’t sure if the moisture dotting his cheeks was flushed sweat of arousal or tears of utter frustration.

Then it hit him where he’d last remembered seeing, or rather hearing the bottles. Hope sprang anew as Ginji quietly worked his way under the bed toward the nightstand where he’d heard the client look over three of the bottles under the lamp. Peering from beneath the bed, he saw them sitting at the edge of the night table. Joy! He reached his hand up trying to grab one of the bottles. A foot kicked out and hit the nightstand. Ginji snatched his hand back down.

Mug Two had the client at the breaking point and above Ginji, hard tremors shook the man from head to toe. “Co…Cu…Cumm…Aahhhh…” Mug Two did a sudden dive bomb down on the client’s cock taking in its hot hardness and a mouthful of skin. When he came back, he also had a mouthful of thick, white fluid to accompany it. Beneath him the client continued to buck, releasing more and more spurts of cum until Mug Two’s mouth dribbled with it. In front of him, Mug One’s own cock was near the boiling point as well. Clear, hot fluid ran in rivers from it and dripped all over the client’s chest.

Ban licked his lips as Mug Two grabbed Mug One’s chest. He watched them humping against each other and felt himself going from hard to painfully hard. He thought of Ginji in the rain playing with lightning. He thought of the kiss he’d given him in the lobby. He thought of putting Ginji in front of him and grabbing his chest while grinding himself hard against his partner’s sweet ass.

Ban sagged against the wall for support.

Under the bed, Ginji tried again for a bottle. He got as far as the nightstand drawer when a hand suddenly came slamming down on the top near the bottles. The hand began to grope around. Ginji carefully opened the drawer and the hand went in and began rummaging. It pulled out a bottle of lube when a sudden grunt and shift caused the lube to drop to the floor.

“Yes, yes, YES HARDER!” Mug One was getting the hell sucked out of him by the client once again. His head was thrown backwards and he leaned against Mug Two’s body for support. Mug Two gripped his partner with one hand while he chewed his neck and shoulder, moving with his partner, grinding against him. With his other he continued to grope for the dropped bottle.

Ginji picked it up. MoodSwing Lube…for when you’re in the mood and need to swing…

He handed the lube up to the groping hand.

“Thanks,” Mug Two grunted.

“You’re welcome,” Ginji answered automatically. He slapped a hand over his face and held his breath as he realized he’d just given himself away. Mug Two, however, had more important things on his mind. Whether he had heard Ginji or not was irrelevant. The only thing he cared about was the ass meal he was about feast upon…

Mug Two went back to work. Ginji sighed in relief and tried to grab a bottle off the stand. He was thiiis close to getting it when a leg kicked out again and knocked the table over, sending the bottles, the lamp and the flower arrangement skittering and crashing to the floor. The lamp broke, the flower vase cracked and the bottles went flying.

“FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!!” Mug One was now on his knees, bent over the Client’s mouth humping it for all he was worth, while Mug Two went to work on Mug One from the back. Obviously in the mood and ready to swing, he lubed himself up and went to war, easing himself into his partner then began fucking him for all HE was worth. Thrusting and humping hard and deep; scraping long screams from his partner’s throat and causing the client to groan deeply around mouthfuls of dick as Mug Two’s thrusts rubbed against his a second erection of his own.

Under the bed, Ginji watched all three bottles roll away from him out of reach. He bit his lip to keep from crying. Above him, the bed began pounding and shaking on top of him. Ginji felt himself go weak. He clenched his teeth trying to block out the noise.

Someone kicked. Another bottle fell to the floor and rolled toward the end of the bed.

Ginji, breathing hard, worked his way down the bed towards it.

*** ***

Miko sat at the reception counter with a book in her hand, thinking about all that was transpiring and trying to decide what, if anything to do about it all, when movement on the parking lot monitor caught her attention. A black sports car slid to a stop in a parking space and an even blacker figure emerged. The figure seemed to glide, not walk as it made its way at an unhurried pace across the parking lot. Seemingly made of solid ebon shadow, its long black coat swished around it, almost dragging the ground. None of the fading golden-orange light of late evening seemed to reach the lone figure as it remained cloaked in mystery without any facial or bodily details visible in the weakening sunset.

Miko knew trouble when she saw it and even though she couldn’t get a good look at the figure’s face, she saw an aura of danger flash around him like a neon sign.

The figure opened the foyer doors and passed through them slowly. Beside the monitors, the metal detector panel lit up like a Christmas tree. The hidden detector built into the foyer was something no one but herself and a select few staff members were even aware of. Everyone passing through that foyer instantly told Miko who was packing and to what degree they were seeking to do damage. And from the looks of things, this fucker was strapped so hard, he was seeking to bring the world to an end! Her spidey sense tingling, she eased her hands under the counter to lightly grip the two swivel-mounted Glock 18s she kept loaded there for just such occasions when trouble walked through the door.

Trouble didn’t just walk through the door, it eased. The man, dressed like a southern Baptist preacher who took the Goth Road to Work One Sunday, floated his way into the lobby. Then, looking back, he smiled at the foyer.

“Cute,” he said to Miko. His soft voice was smooth and slithery.

Miko actually blinked. He knew about the detector! She didn’t ponder the issue, she simply gripped the auto pistols tighter.

“May I help you?”

The man smiled; his eyes hidden beneath a broad-brimmed hat. “No, I don’t believe you can.” He nodded toward the counter. “Yet.” With that he glided off down the east hallway and out of sight.

Miko didn’t hesitate. She flicked a switch and tiny red lights discreetly placed inside each room and the staff offices lit up. Those in the know locked doors, closed windows and if they had them, picked up their peacemakers and got them at the ready. Secret Inn staff did likewise and Miko’s backup, the maintenance woman named Yurika who did double duty in times of distress as Miko’s enforcer, made a beeline for the lobby ready to run a bat against the head or a foot in the ass of whoever was causing the trouble light to be lit.

Miko sat with her hands on her Glocks, watching the monitors as Preacher Boy slid to a stop in front of the Mugs’ room. She frowned.

That room was getting awful crowded.

*** ***

Mug One came screaming. He dumped mouthfuls of hot liquid into the client’s mouth and continued to thrust himself up and down along the client’s tongue, sliding the last of his release down the man’s throat. Mug Two was right behind him, literally and figuratively. He gripped Mug One’s hips and pounded into him furiously until he too stiffened and let out a loud curse as he came. Sticky threads of ejection connected them as Mug Two shook through an intense orgasm. Beneath the two, the client, pumping his erection hard and fast with his own hand, man-handled his way to a second coming. He exploded against Mug One’s skin, coating it with long streams of molten cum which dripped back down onto him in fat, stinging drops. In the closet Ban was doing his best to calm himself down. And under the bed, Ginji, nearing the fallen vial at the end of the bed, reached out to grab it as the lock to the suite door scraped and the knob turned.

The door opened.

End Chapter 4: The Two Mug Three-Way and a Preacher Boy in Black