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Business
as Usual, VI
by Laura Bryannan

Jin had
his suspicions about where Yuki disappeared to, and all was confirmed
when he returned to the office with his lower lip swollen and
bruised, reeking of Ryu-san's cologne.

“Did you have a
nice time?” Jin asked.

“Y-Yes. Yes, I did,”
came the quiet reply. Jin would have preferred a gloating smirk to
the subdued, blushing Yuki who quickly buried his face in the
accounts payable spreadsheet and didn't look up again.

Jin's
cell started ringing soon after, but he refused to pick up. Ryu-san
called every hour for the rest of the afternoon, but Jin had nothing
to say to the man. Yuki finally made motions to leave a little after
six.

“Um...will I see you later?” he asked,
hesitantly.

“No, Yuki. I believe I'll go home this
evening.”

Yuki sighed. “Okay. I guess I should've
expected that. See you tomorrow, then.” He looked at Jin
searchingly, and Jin smiled. He wasn't angry...not at Yuki, anyway.

“Goodbye, Yuki,” Jin replied, shocked at how
final the word sounded to his ears.

Yuki blinked a few times,
apparently noticing. “Bye,” he whispered, then turned and
fled.

Exiting the building an hour later, Jin saw Ryu-san
across the street leaning against a limo, and became enraged. The guy
was a glutton for punishment, Jin decided. Ryu-san nodded as he
approached. Jin nodded back, smiling, and shot a heel into his
mid-section. As Ryu-san doubled over with a groan, Jin pivoted and
landed another kick to his jaw. Ryu-san went down.

Jin stood
nearby, waiting to make sure he came to—silently daring the
driver to come out—and noticed that Ryu-san's upper lip was
swollen and bruised like Yuki's, with a distinct circle of bite
marks. Jin would have laughed if he hadn't been so pissed off.
Finally, Ryu-san roused, groaning.

“Shit!” he
said, rubbing his cheek. “I deserved that...I guess.”

“You hurt him, Ryu-san, and I'll fucking kill you,”
Jin stated.

“Oh, I get it. That's your job, huh?”

“Fuck off!”

“And I'm back to
Ryu-san? You gave me the best blowjob of my life yesterday and you're
calling me Ryu-san? Hell, and I thought we were making some
progress....”

“Shut up!” Jin turned to
leave.

“Goddamn Samurai Twins,” Ryu-san grumbled.
“Don't know if you're worth it. Might kill me first.”

“What?!?” Jin turned back. “What did you
call us?”

“Samurai Twins, Hardy Boys, Tweedledum
and Tweedledee...what the hell am I supposed to think? You show up in
my lap like a fucking package deal. Blue Light Special. Don't get
pissed at me cuz I take you up on it.”

Jin sighed.
“Couldn't you have restrained yourself?”

“Hell
no!” Ryu-san exclaimed. “Yuki's hot. And he's still in
love with you even though you're not, so I know how the guy feels.
You got a stick up your ass so far there's no room for me, so maybe
Yuki's gonna be the better fit.”

Jin nodded cooly, and
began to walk away. “I agree. I believe he's the better choice.
Just do right by him, Ryu-san, that's all I ask. Goodnight.”

“Hey!
Wait!” Ryu-san tried to get up, but his head began to spin.
“Damn!” There was no way he could give chase on his feet.
Stumbling into the limo, he called to the driver.

“Follow
him.”

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

“Hey, I wanna talk to you,”
Mugen called out the window.

“Fuck off,” came the
reply.

“Come on, get in the car,” Mugen wheedled.
“Just for a minute.”

“Leave me alone,
Ryu-san. I have nothing to say to you,” Jin stated firmly,
walking faster. The limo kept up.

“OK, so you're
chicken.”

“You cannot goad me with such
childishness.”

“I'm disappointed. I thought you
had more balls than that.”

Jin stopped, glaring. “Why
are you plaguing me?”

“Get in and I'll tell you.
Can't talk out the goddamn window all day.” Mugen inwardly
cheered and called for the driver to stop as Jin approached. He
opened the door and Jin got inside, sitting across from him.

“What
do you want, Ryu-san?”

“Fuck me.”

Jin
barked out a bitter laugh and shook his head. “Fuck you? Hurt
you, more like.”

“Whatever. You already got a head
start.”

“I'm serious.”

“Come
on. I can't promise how long the offer will stand. Don't put myself
in that position normally.”

“Am I supposed to
feel flattered?”

“Yes. If you're pissed at me, do
something about it.”

Jin's eyes narrowed dangerously
and Mugen shivered. Oh yeah! This is what he craved—to
test himself against Jin's steel once more. The guy was scary and he
loved it.

“Take off your clothes,” Jin commanded.

Mugen blanched. “Here?!? In the limo?” The
driver's partition was up and the windows were smoked,
but....

“Now!”

Mugen thought about it, then
took his jacket off and lay it on the seat. Loosening his tie, it
joined the jacket, and he tugged his shirt out of his slacks. He
unbuttoned it slowly to keep his hands from shaking, pulling the cuff
links and stashing them in a pocket. Jin was sitting with his arms
folded across his chest wearing an unreadable expression, and Mugen
couldn't look him in the eye as he shrugged out of his shirt for fear
he'd blush.

Shoes and socks came off next, and there was only
a brief hesitation before Mugen unbuckled his belt, raised his hips,
and slid out of his boxers and slacks. Unsure of what to do with his
hands, he scratched his head, felt too exposed with arms across his
chest, and finally settled with them clasped at his knees. Feeling
very weird, he waited, hoping Jin didn't notice the goosebumps and
his pounding heart. His erection...well, there was no mistaking that.

“I have no lube and no condoms,” Jin finally
said.

Mugen fished in his pants pocket and tossed a small
bottle in Jin's lap. “Got lube, anyway.”

“Turn
over,” Jin ordered. Mugen complied, glad to not be facing him
any longer. He knelt on the floor, leaning over the seat, and heard
Jin unzip his pants. Cool, wet fingers danced around his ass briefly,
one sliding inside to lube him up, but doing nothing more enticing
than that. Then came the stinging pressure of Jin himself. Mugen was
no virgin, but it had been a long time since he'd allowed anyone in.
If Jin had wanted to hurt him he could have, but gave him time
instead—let him adjust to the invasion at his own pace—and
he was grateful.

When Mugen's shuddering body finally
accepted him, Jin seated himself fully, claiming the territory as his
own. Mugen clenched, holding, amazed at the depths he was plundered,
and Jin pulsed in response. They silently conversed for a short
while, then Jin began to move. The pace was measured and deliberate,
the only variable being the depth and angle of penetration. There
were no caresses, no words of encouragement or endearment. Mugen
could feel Jin's hands on his hips, holding him where he wanted to
aim his thrusts, but that was the only contact—that and the hot
member stirring up his guts.

Jin wasn't fucking him so much
as goading him, teasing him, working him into a lather. It went on
and on, and Mugen became ever more stimulated but no closer to
orgasm. He would have preferred a pounding, white stabs of heat
burning until it exploded in glorious release. Instead, Jin's languid
movements drove him crazy. He ached, he suffered, his body screamed
for more, but Jin showed no signs he was close to orgasm. How could
the guy keep it up for so long?

“Come on, man,”
Mugen whispered. “I can't take this.”

“All
right,” Jin decided, pulling out. “Turn over.” He
lifted Mugen's hips and shoved them onto the seat.

“Wait.
That's not what I meant,” Mugen protested. The idea of facing
Jin in such a weakened condition made him quail. He couldn't contain
his moans as Jin thrust back inside and resumed his maddeningly slow
pace. Mugen squirmed underneath, trying to get more stimulation, but
it didn't work.

“Mercy, Jin,” he begged. “Make
me cum.”

“Jack yourself off if you want. I don't
care.”

“I don't wanna cum if you're gonna keep
fucking me for another half hour.”

Jin smirked, then
leaned down, taking Mugen's injured upper lip in between his own and
sucking, not too gently, reminding him of his transgressions. Mugen
whimpered and yanked Jin's ponytail in retaliation, but Jin added
teeth, so he let go. Jin did too.

“Jack off, Ryu-san.
I'm close.”

“OK, OK, but fuck me already!
You can give me more than....”

“This?”

“Guh! Oh yeah!” Jin drilled him mercilessly and
Mugen finally received the pounding he'd been craving. He reached
down and eagerly began the practiced movements that would bring
himself off.

He could feel Jin watching. Waiting. The guy's
control was amazing, and not something Mugen had anticipated, but he
knew Jin would not release until he did. Accomplishing the task took
some time, considering he had already cum earlier in the day. But
remembering that scene brought him closer to his orgasm, and
fantasizing about being sandwiched in between the two of them brought
him even closer.

Jin pushed Mugen's knees into his shoulders,
and attacked his prostate. Mugen finally released with a string of
curses, barely aware of Jin's restrained moans as he came himself.
There was a minute of communion, barriers down, as they saluted the
other's performance, and then a brief but soulful kiss that surprised
them into opposite responses. Mugen drifted blissfully....

And
Jin backed out. He made use of a towel hanging by the mini-bar and
zipped up. Mugen could barely focus, let alone stop him, but the
emptiness he felt was startling, too abrupt, and he didn't like it.
Why did the guy have to be such a shit?

“That was quite
satisfying, Ryu-san,” Jin announced. “You're a nice piece
of ass.” He opened the door and exited the limo before his
stupefied lover could protest.

“Damn!” Mugen
flopped back onto the seat in frustration. He was a sticky mess with
an aching head, an aching ass and a bloody lip, alone once more. He
couldn't figure it out. Every time he tried to get the upper hand
with the stuck-up shit he screwed up somehow. The guy kept doing
numbers on him then taking off. Just wait till next time, he
assured himself. Next time, I'll top him or die trying!

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

Jin ignored Ryu-san's calls for two
days, and if he and Yuki were spending time together, Yuki was being
blessedly discrete about it, so Jin's anger at the situation
dissipated. Finally he felt balanced enough to enter the battlefield
once again, and picked up.

“Come over and watch the game
with me,” Ryu-san proposed.

“The Giants?”
Jin asked, incredulously. “You follow baseball?”

“Yeah,
I do.”

Jin was interested in spite of himself. He liked
baseball and Yuki did not. Yuki was a soccer fan, and it was one of
the few topics they insulted each other about. The idea of watching
the game with someone else actually sounded like fun! “All
right,” Jin decided. “Should I bring anything?”

“Just
whatever you want to drink if it ain't beer or sake.”

And
so Jin found himself on Ryu-san's couch, munching dinner they'd
ordered in, sake in hand. The team hadn't been doing so well in
recent years, and this game was no different, but Jin enjoyed
commiserating with a fellow fan tremendously. His estimation of
Ryu-san increased every time they cursed the ump at the same time or
agreed on a player error. They spent the entire evening without
jousting, and it was good.

By the time the game was
over—Giants 3, Golden Eagles 5—Jin was pleasantly soused.
Not enough to get sick, not enough to pass out, just nicely sloshed.
So when Ryu-san came in from the kitchen and sat next to him, he did
not object. He allowed the kiss, enjoying the feel of Ryu-san's arm
around his shoulders. Ryu-san's hand was flat on his chest, and Jin
felt the heat from it seeping into him, warming his heart and waking
him up.

Ryu-san reached under his shirt and began to
stroke—along his side, under his arm, thumb grazing a
nipple—firmly enough to not tickle much, but enough to cause
Jin to shudder involuntarily. He was drifting, allowing the warmth,
the sensations and the sake to turn off his mind so his body could
come out to play. There was a brief consideration...should I let
him? Yes, he decided. He'd fucked Ryu-san first, and that was
enough to establish his superiority, plus he was curious what kind of
skills the guy had, so he relaxed and slid into dreamspace.

When
Ryu-san's mouth left his, there was disappointment, but he gasped in
appreciation when it latched onto his left nipple. It felt
electrifying, and he was amazed. When Yuki teased him there it always
felt irritating, never erotic. He'd grit his teeth, trying to resist
the urge to flick the bothersome bug away, and could rarely tolerate
the activity for long. Ryu-san was doing...something...and every
flick or nip went straight to his cock. The sensations jolted him,
causing his body to arch and writhe in ways he was unaware of. But
Ryu-san's chuckling broke the spell.

“What's so funny?”
Jin mustered the wherewithal to ask.

“Gotta get you
drunk more often,” Ryu-san replied.

Jin sighed. “Be
quiet, Ryu-san,” he said. “You were doing so well. Don't
ruin things by talking.”

Ryu-san growled. “You
call me by my family name again, and I'm done.” He removed his
hands from Jin's body to emphasize the point.

“All
right, um...Mugen,” Jin responded. “Please shut up and
continue.”

Mugen rolled his eyes but honored the
request, kissing him again, teasing the roof of his mouth with the
steel in his tongue. Jin would capture it now and again, closing his
teeth so the barbell could not escape, and tickle the tip of it with
his own while it's owner squeaked. The kissing drugged Jin, as it
always did, the sake only enhancing the spell. The fiery mouth began
at his throat, wandered down his arm, biting inner elbow and then
moving to attack a nipple. It dipped into his navel and he squirmed.
Oh please, lower, lower.... The heated dream returned, and he
reveled in the sensations.

Mugen was in mid-kiss when he
gathered Jin up and lifted him off the couch, so he had little
ability to protest. A disturbing image of a bride being carried over
the threshold entered Jin's mind, but he tried to ignore it. Mugen
lay him on his bed and renewed his ministrations—kissing,
laving, biting, sucking—and the distracting thoughts
disappeared immediately.

At some point Jin realized his jeans
were off. When did that happen? The ardent mouth was upon him
again, and all his questions about what Mugen could do with the steel
in his tongue were answered. Gods, the guy was talented...and
blessedly thorough. Jin felt no urgency, no need to cum. In fact, he
never wanted it to stop.

Warmth took him in, set his spine on
fire, made him feel so alive, so aroused, it was like basking in a
benevolent sun. He felt welcomed, cared for, tended in the most
delicious way. And when that warmth wandered lower, where Yuki had
never ventured, he was incredulous but grateful. Oh gods yes!
It was as good as he'd always fantasized it would be. He was teased,
opened, entered. It was heavenly. Don't stop, don't stop. Please
don't stop. It didn't, not for a long time. His awareness was
focused on every caress and every invasion, savoring the
rapture.

When the warmth left him he ached for its return, but
only for a moment. There was more tickling and then he was entered
again, deeper this time, scratching an itch he hadn't known existed.
Finger. Yes. More. Another. His cock was swallowed and his
mind went white. It was almost enough to force the sting of the
stretching from his awareness. But the fingers inside him knew how to
cajole and soothe, and he was soon thrusting himself upon them
shamelessly, unaware of his dance and how much Mugen was appreciating
it.

Eventually there was a problem. Discomfort was poking at
his consciousness, waking him from his intoxicating reverie, and he
whimpered and thrashed his head in protest. It's him. Don't know
if I can...he's so thick. Mugen's mouth took his again,
entrancing him, ravishing him, and he relaxed once more.

“Shhh,
easy,” Mugen whispered against his lips. “We're almost
there, I can feel it. Let me try something, K?” Jin murmured an
assent, and felt himself gathered into those strong arms again. Mugen
knelt up, hugging him to his chest, holding him poised over the
weapon only partially impaling him. And then he let go. Gravity did
its work and Jin slid downward with a scream, although it was more in
surprise than pain. Taken to the hilt, the burn was unmistakable, but
so was the pleasure.

It was overwhelming enough that he
opened his eyes, and blinked in surprise to discover Mugen. That's
right. It's him. He's doing this to me. But there was lust and
appreciation reflected in the alluring face, so he smiled instead of
bristled, and sought a kiss. Mugen lay him down and began to move,
and he was lost again. So full, so complete, so utterly satisfying.
The rhythm of life...like the sea, like breathing. Accepting and
releasing, allowing the emptiness only because it meant the filling,
again and again. The sensations washed over and through, surrounding
him in a fierce heat that finally exploded, consumed and left him
essentially unconscious.

There was a blanket. A warm body
snuggling behind, enveloping arms into which he blissfully settled.

“You're fucking amazing, you know that?” his
lover whispered. Jin smiled and slept.

to be continued
- 5
- 6
- 7
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