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Business
as Usual, VII
by Laura Bryannan

Mugen
awoke, startled for a moment to find another body in his bed. It was
not his way to invite lovers into his home, for he preferred to fuck
and run. But seeing the gentle slopes of the pale form evoked fond
memories of the night before and he grinned, happy that this
particular body was still within arm's reach.

His morning
woody was present and accounted for, and he debated about what to do
with it. Should he take care of matters now or wait until Jin woke
up? He'd been amazed at what a few bottles of sake did to the guy—his
utter submission to Mugen's every desire and the intensity of his
ecstasy. Mugen couldn't remember when he'd had so much fun in bed.
Raising his hands to his nose, he found Jin's scent still present,
which did nothing to reduce the urgency in his groin.

Would
the guy wake up passionate or prickly? Mugen couldn't call it, but he
didn't have long to wait. Jin turned over, offering him a sleepy but
warm smile, and Mugen's heart lept.

“Hey,” he
said, smiling back, pointedly eyeballing the tented blanket at Jin's
hips. “Ya got something for me?”

Jin chuckled.
“Mi casa, su casa,” he said.

“Huh?”

“Oh,
come here,” Jin commanded, grabbing a shock of spiky hair and
pulling Mugen into a kiss that left them both breathless. Mugen
reached for the lube and felt the body beneath him tense, but when he
slathered Jin and not himself, he received a look of appreciation so
smoky and welcoming he shivered in anticipation.

Poised over
Jin's hips, Mugen lowered himself slowly, glorying in every
expression that played across his lover's face. When he was fully
seated he leaned down and touched noses with the beautiful man
holding dominion inside his body. “Ummm,” he
observed.

“Ummmhmmm,” came the reply. Jin took
hold of Mugen's hips and arranged him, finding the ways they fit
together closest, deepest...and when it felt right the cock inside
him pulsed and throbbed and Mugen's body clenched in response. They
shared a most stimulating silent conversation, and made several
decisions.

Mugen nodded and began to move. He closed his eyes
and listened for the inner music that would sustain his dance.
Nothing languid or classic this morning, his need was too urgent. Hip
hop scratching with a dirty bassline. Oh yeah! He rocked, strutted
and worked the hottest burlesque his appreciative lover had ever
experienced.

Jin's body spasmed, losing the beat. And then
Mugen's did too, as the talented hand upon him stroked it's own
intense rhythm. He could feel Jin trembling as he released inside,
and then he was cumming too, arched back and cursing at the heavens.
Finally spent, he collapsed and shared a panting kiss with his most
yummy playmate, not wanting the morning to end, not wanting to let
him get away.

“There's a great brunch place just around
the block. Wanna check it out?” he asked.

“I don't
know,” Jin debated. “I should go home and practice my
kata.” He rolled on his side, toppling Mugen onto the bed.

“It's Sunday,” Mugen protested. “Be lazy.
Train tomorrow.”

“All right, I am hungry.
I've got to piss though.”

Jin slid out of bed and
stretched, while Mugen lay back and enjoyed the view. But when he saw
the mark on Jin's ass, he squawked so loudly Jin startled and looked
at him in confusion. Mugen lept forward, grabbed Jin's hips and
turned him around to get a closer view.

“No way...no
fucking way....” Mugen murmured. He rubbed his thumb over the
mark, and started to giggle. “It's a tattoo. It's really a
tattoo,” he observed, cackling louder. “I don't fucking
believe it!”

“What's wrong with you?” Jin
asked, frowning. Mugen couldn't speak. He was laughing so hard he
thought he'd piss himself, rolling around on the bed. Jin was getting
angry. Mugen could see the shutters going up, closing him out, but he
couldn't stop. It was just too fucking funny. By the time he reached
some level of self-control, wiping the tears from his eyes and
gasping for breath, Jin was dressed and headed toward the door.

“Wait!” he called. “Look, I can't help it.
You've got my name inked on your ass!”

Jin froze in
shock, scowling. “I do not!”

“You do!”
The giggles were threatening to begin again. The look on Jin's face
was hilarious.

“It's an infinity sign,” Jin
protested. “You've got shit for brains.”

“But
that's what my name means,” Mugen informed him. “No
limits...infinite. I used to sign my name that way when I was a
kid...still do sometimes. When did you get it? It doesn't look
new.”

“None of your business,” Jin replied
in a huff. Mugen dissolved into merriment again. Your name's on
his ass! It's mine! All mine! No matter how he tried, he couldn't
stop giggling. The situation was too damn priceless. He watched
helplessly as Jin exited the room, and when the front door slammed he
was still laughing.

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

Jin
spent the day alone, unable to find peace, so when Yuki called that
evening, begging to come over, he agreed to the visit. It would be
comforting to spend some time with his beloved.

Yuki inhaled
deeply as he settled onto the couch next to Jin. “Ahh...guess I
don't need to ask where you were last night.”

Jin
sighed. He hadn't washed on purpose, enjoying how his body responded
every time Mugen's scent wafted into his awareness. The situation was
awkward, to say the least.

“He's hot!” Yuki
observed, breaking the silence.

Jin arched an eyebrow and
peered at him. “Yes,” he agreed, “but infuriating.”

“I've got a crush on him, you know. Do you?”

Jin chuckled. “A crush? No. Something else, I don't
know what. Have you seen him again, Yuki?”

Yuki shook
his head. “He hasn't called me. I suppose he'd fuck me again if
I chased his ass but....” He shrugged. Jin was pleased. Mugen
was calling him...often. “Have you fucked him yet?”
Yuki asked.

“Yes.”

“What's he like?”

“Yuki!” Jin sputtered. “I can't have this
conversation with you.”

“Oh come on!” Yuki
wheedled. “I'll never get to, so spill it. I bet you really did
a number on him,” he said, shuddering, recalling numerous past
encounters with Jin. “Was he quiet? Is he a screamer? Is he
tight? Did he beg? Gimmie the goods, loverboy.” He put on his
best puppydog face and panted quietly but hopefully.

“I
don't begrudge your interest, Ki-chan,” Jin replied. “He's
disturbingly alluring. I'm attracted, despite the fact that he's
always laughing at me and I'm always pissed at him.”

“Jin,
you're the most unfunny person I've ever met,” Yuki protested.
“What could he be laughing at?”

“Know what
he calls us?” Jin asked. Yuki was curious. “The Samurai
Twins.”

Yuki snorted, grinning. “That's perfect!
I love it.” Suddenly he focused, looking at Jin with smoky
resolve. “Samurai Twin sandwich, Ryu-san Special, hmmmm? That
would be tasty.”

Jin returned the smoky look, smiling
conspiratorially. “What you do with him is your business, Yuki.
As I said, I won't begrudge you.” He chuckled a little, then
took a deep breath. “I'll not deny the idea hasn't occurred to
me, but right now I'm not sure about anything. The guy keeps finding
new ways to piss me off.”

Yuki saw the opening. “So
what were you pissed about today? How come you're here and not
there?”

It had taken all day, but Jin was finally
coming to terms with his tattoo. Enough so that he almost felt
content with it. He'd chosen the mark to represent the rest of his
life and, strangely, Mugen seemed to fit that. It made no sense at
all, but felt right in some deep way. So he felt almost proud when he
shared the story with Yuki.

“Do you want to hear
something funny?” Jin asked.

“Well, yeah!”

“I've
got his name tattooed on my ass.”

“What! No way!”
Yuki bristled. “It's an infinity sign, isn't it?”

“That's what his name means, how he's signed it since
he was a kid.”

“Oh my god, Jin! That's too fucking
weird!” Yuki began giggling and giggling and giggling....

Jin
expected it and waited patiently. “You see?” he said
finally, after the laugher had subsided. “He thought it was
funny too.”

“Oh, Jin. I'm sorry if it's ruined
your ink for you,” Yuki began, “but man, it is
pretty funny.” He chuckled more then cleared his throat.
Looking at Jin with lust in his heart, he proposed, “Fuck me,
tonight.”

“No Yuki. I should never have pulled
you back in over this. I feel horrible about it.”

“Stop
trying to protect me. I know what I'm doing.” He leaned toward
the stiff, reluctant frame and nuzzled into the pale neck. It was
sweet to discover the pulse there beating faster than normal.

Jin
grabbed Yuki's shoulders and pushed him away. “No Ki-chan. It's
wrong.”

Yuki pushed back, grabbing Jin's wrists and
pulling them up behind his head. “Wrong's my middle name.”

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

Mugen
called Jin a few times after he took off, but he never picked up. Not
that Mugen was surprised. Jin usually kept him waiting. And,
considering his misbehavior this morning, it would probably be days
before Jin answered the phone. Mugen didn't think he should be held
responsible for finding humor in the situation, though. A guy would
have to be dead not to laugh.

It was after eight. Not feeling
optimistic, he decided to give it one last try before finding
something else to do. He was amazed when Jin answered.

“Yes,
Mugen.” The deep voice gave him chills up his back.

“Hey,
what's up?” he asked, feeling more hopeful by the second.

“Oh,
I'm here with Yuki,” Jin replied.

Mugen felt a stab of
jealousy pierce his heart. Jealousy, stomach-churning anger
and....

“Would you like to come over?”

...his
knees gave out. “Uhhhh...what?” He sat on the floor,
dumbfounded.

“Come over, Mugen,” Jin repeated.
“We're...hungry.” He heard a gale of laugher in the
background and wasn't sure if he was going to get tricked or treated,
but decided to take a chance.

“Gimmie a half hour,”
Mugen told him, and lept into the shower to get ready.

Exactly
thirty minutes later, Yuki opened the door. “Come on in. Jin's
showering,” he was informed. Mugen stepped inside and his eyes
popped. He had his largest bedroom dedicated to training, but Jin's
entire living room was empty, mats covering the floor with various
mismatched, full-length mirrors leaning against the walls. One
beautiful, but ancient-looking, daisho sat on its stand in front of
the fireplace.

“Holy shit! This is great!” Mugen
enthused. “What does he study?”

“The easiest
way to describe it is an old form of kendo,” Yuki told him.
“But it's an amazing space, isn't it?” He caught the
unawares Mugen by the arm and knocked his feet out from under him,
toppling him neatly on his ass. “A ha! Just where you belong,”
he giggled.

“What the fuck?” came the startled
response. Mugen rammed his shoulder into Yuki's knees and sent him
flying over his back. Yuki deftly somersaulted and came up in battle
stance, smiling with steel in his eyes. “Is this how you treat
all your guests?” Mugen inquired, finding all his attacks
expertly parried.

“You're not my guest,”
Yuki sniffed. “Besides it's all your fault he won't fuck me
anymore, so you owe me mister.”

Mugen flipped, dodged
and finally managed to pin the shit to the mat. Sitting triumphantly
on Yuki's hips—it made him strangly happy to learn they weren't
getting it on—he panted into the smirking face, wondering what
was so funny. “Owe you! What the hell do I owe you?”

“You owe me a fuck,” Yuki informed him. “A
consolation fuck. A courtesy fuck. A thanks for giving me your
goddamn lover fuck.”

“Does he know about this?”
Mugen asked, incredulous.

“Who invited you?”

“Holy shit!”

“You against the
idea?”

“Hell no! It's just...a little surprising,
is all.” He peered down at Yuki, who was getting his breath
back too, trying to take it all in. Yuki looked so much like Jin and
yet he was completely different. He was like the anti-Jin, Mugen
thought. Was he really going to have them both tonight? It seemed too
good to be true.

Yuki wrapped his arms around Mugen's
shoulders and pulled him down. Yuki still tasted of anise, and was a
more passive kisser than Jin. He let Mugen dominate and that's the
way Mugen liked it, so it was good. It wasn't until they came up for
air much later that they noticed Jin's presence. Startled, they
turned to him, both looking like naughty children caught red-handed.

“Boys, boys,” Jin purred, “starting without
me?” Two jaws dropped to the floor. Hair down and still wet,
clad only in a navy towel tied at his hips, Jin was a sight to
behold.

The two playmates scuffling on the floor looked at
each other. One arched brow, one brief nod in response and they
pounced.

to be continued
- 6
- 7
- 8
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