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Business
as Usual, part VIII
by Laura Bryannan

Mugen reached him
first, and Jin received him hungrily. Mugen's kisses were becoming
necessary, so there was deep relief and satisfaction to be in his
arms again. Yuki snuggled behind Mugen, pulled Jin's towel off and
dropped it to the floor. His hands were busy at Mugen's shirt and
zipper, then Jin felt the welcome warmth of skin against his, a
heated erection nudging his own.

Yuki stroked them both, and
they backed away from each other just enough to give him room,
moaning and squirming under his talented ministrations. Yuki reveled
in his situation, having the two he lusted after most in his grasp.
“I don't ever want to let go,” he declared passionately.
Mugen chuckled against Jin's mouth, and Jin smiled indulgently.
Sometimes his ex was truly adorable.

Finally satiated, Jin
broke the kiss and shared appreciative glances with Mugen before
turning him around to face Yuki, who had somehow shed his clothes as
well. Mugen looked over his shoulder as if to ask, are you sure?
Jin nodded, smiling, and Mugen couldn't believe his luck.

As
they kissed and groped, Jin removed himself a few paces to admire the
view, as he hadn't had a chance to get a good look at Mugen's body
before tonight. He was an unusual but delicious color, reminding Jin
of cafe latte, which was the only way he could drink the vile
beverage. “Having a little coffee with your cream, Jin?”
Yuki would tease. He'd noticed the tattoos before, but hadn't found a
way to bring them up in conversation yet.

Yuki and Mugen were
the same height, but Yuki was heavier built, broader across the
shoulders and hips. Mugen was whippet thin but not scrawny, and Jin
admired the perfect proportions of his body with a certain amount of
jealousy. And then there was his ass. Mugen's ass was amazing. Yuki
had the same kind of backside as Jin—rather flat and
uninteresting—a thin man's ass. Mugen was skinny, but his ass
was nicely formed, begging to be stroked, squeezed, pinched or
spanked. Jin's hands itched to do so, but he restrained himself...for
the time being.

Pleased that Yuki had chosen to light candles,
Jin appreciated the lovers' reflections scattered in the mirrors, and
purposely avoided looking at himself. He could admire his reflection
clothed—he was tall and lean enough to look good in
anything—but seeing himself naked always made him cringe. He
could never get past the idea that Jack Skellington was looking back.

Mugen had one arm wrapped around Yuki's waist, and his other
hand was reaching behind his balls, teasing the tight opening,
seeking purchase. Yuki quivered and broke their kiss, sinking down on
his knees to nuzzle Mugen's eager cock. “Wait,” he said.
“Let me get to know you a bit first, this time, all right?”

Mugen grunted an assent and Yuki began to work. Mugen's mouth
now available, Jin took the opportunity to claim it again, carding
one hand into the spiky hair to hold him steady, and tweaking a
nipple with the other. All too soon the object of their attention
began to tremble and whimper. Mugen shook off Jin's kiss, panting,
“Lemmie lay down, K?”

Jin chuckled and helped
him, moving slowly enough that Yuki didn't need to stop his
activities. Thus horizontal and accessible, Jin's cock complained
that his tongue was having all the fun and demanded equal time. He
straddled Mugen's shoulders and presented himself, delighting in the
expressions playing across the alluring face as Yuki ministered to
him. Mugen opened his eyes, smiling mischievously with them as his
tongue slid out to touch the waiting member. He gave it a wanton
slurp, and then beckoned it inside with the tip.

Jin entered
the warmth with a groan, using one hand to support Mugen's head to
keep his angle of thrust correct. Mugen was at his ass, roughly
touching, tickling, poking an unlubed fingertip inside. Jin's body
jerked in response, hitting the back of Mugen's throat, which opened
and caressed him as Jin shuddered and moaned. Jin wanted to let go
right then, pour himself into the hot passage, but self-discipline
won out. Patience is called for here, he reminded himself,
patience, patience.

And then Mugen was protesting,
frowning, so Jin pulled out, realizing that Yuki's hands were on his
shoulders. He had impaled himself on Mugen as Jin's attention was
elsewhere and Mugen was clearly displeased. Jin backed away and sat
down to enjoy the show.

“Dammit Yuki, get off!”
Mugen ordered.

“Nope.” Yuki leaned over Mugen with
a smoky expression, put his hands on his shoulders and purposefully
ground himself onto the shuddering body. He pumped his hips
seductively and Mugen couldn't help but thrust in response. He
thrashed as Yuki danced, growling, then suddenly sat up. His momentum
carried him forward and the surprised Yuki found himself on his back.
“Hey!” he cried.

“Much better,” Mugen
declared, chuckling evilly. He thrust deep and Yuki squeaked.

“Oooh, Ryu-san!” he moaned.

“Oh for
god's sake, call me Mugen.”

“Really?” Yuki
flushed with pride. First names, equal terms...it was a big
thing.

Mugen pushed Yuki's knees to his shoulders, got nose to
nose, and reaffirmed, “Yeah.”

It had been a long
time since anyone had a crush on him—not even Jin looked at him
that way—so Mugen was getting off on all the hero worship vibes
when something cool and tickly slid inside his ass. Guh! He
spread his knees and shifted the angle of his hips to give Jin all
the access he needed. Seated to the hilt inside Yuki, he stopped
thrusting to feel everything Jin was doing. Holy shit, his fingers
are talented! Soon his hips swayed of their own accord, and Yuki
took up the dance in response. But eventually the teasing was
creating too little heat and too much ache.

“Jinnnnn,”
Mugen growled. “More.”

Jin obliged, settling
behind and sinking himself into Mugen's body once again. This end was
sweet too, Jin decided—just as hungry, just as hot, just as
delicious. He found a rhythm and his lovers followed his lead. He
didn't know how much longer he could hold out, so he reached between
the two bodies, found Yuki, and began to stroke. Yuki opened his eyes
and smiled at him, looking so wanton and grateful Jin's heart
practically exploded in happiness.

Yuki was lusting after
someone else, and Jin felt tremendously relieved about it. That he
was lusting after his own lover didn't bother him—at least, not
at the moment. It felt so wonderful to have all that need focused
elsewhere, it was like the weight of Atlas had fallen off his
shoulders. He took a deep breath in response before returning his
full attention to the body underneath him and the slippery cock in
his hand.

“Oh my god,” Yuki cried out. “Come
on, you guys. Do it!”

Jin pushed Mugen hard, shoving
him into Yuki as he thrust ever deeper himself. Mugen was growling
again, little curses peppering his vocalizations, so Jin knew he was
close enough to let himself go. And then Yuki was singing, head
thrashing, toes curled. He really is beautiful, Jin noted with
fond appreciation.

“Shit, shit, goddamn fucking shit,
fuckfuckfuck.....” Mugen was writhing, clenching him, making it
impossible to hold on any longer. He came inside the shuddering,
sweaty body, adoring the familiar musky scent. It was much nicer than
the cologne he wore, although Jin liked the cologne too. His
post-orgasmic musings were interrupted by a groan.

“Uh,
guys,” came a weak voice from somewhere, “can ya get off
please? You're smushing me.”

Jin gave the tasty
shoulder at his disposal a nip and backed out, sitting next to them.
Mugen disengaged after offering Yuki a lazy kiss, and receiving an
enthusiastic hug in response. Yuki raised himself on an elbow and
pushed the hair out of his face. “Wow!” he
decided.

“Yeah,” Mugen agreed, nodding.

“Thank
you both,” said Jin, smiling appreciatively.

“I'm
hungry,” Mugen declared. “Wasn't there something about
food in this invitation?” Yuki giggled. “So if you train
the living room,” he continued, “where do you live?”

“In
the dining room,” Jin and Yuki replied at the same time,
smiling about it.

“You got cable?”

“Of
course!” Jin was offended.

“They're replaying the
Shogaku game at eleven-thirty.” All was forgiven.

“High
school baseball?” Yuki groused. “Give me a fucking
break!”

“Come on, Yuki,” Jin bargained.
“I'll buy dinner.”

“Most boring game on the
face of the earth,” he complained.

“Shut up!”
they replied, in unison.

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

The
rest of Jin's apartment was almost as spare as the living room. What
would have been the dining room held a couch, a chair, an end table
and a coffee table. There was a neutral-colored rug of abstract
modern design on the floor. A modest wall unit housed a TV and an
entertainment system. The room was devoid of any personal effects
except for portraits of a man and a woman on one wall. Mugen wondered
if they were Jin's parents or grandparents.

Jin sank into the
chair, leaving Mugen and Yuki to share the couch. They ordered dinner
and set up camp in front of the TV to watch Friday's game. Yuki
grumbled a bit more about it and then pulled out a book, ignoring
them.

Their meal arrived, but the peace of their dining
experience was marred by Mugen's cell. It began ringing every five
minutes. He had it set on vibrate, but they could still tell every
time it went off, and wondered why he didn't pick up.

“Why
don't you just answer it?” Yuki finally asked when it happened
again.

Mugen shook his head. “Don't want to. It's the
ex.”

“The ex?” Jin and Yuki inquired,
leaning forward, eager to learn more. Yuki asked him, “How long
ex?”

“Almost a year,” Mugen replied. “She's
still not with the program, though.”

“She?!?”
they sputtered, eyes wide in amazement.

Mugen shrugged,
smiling sheepishly. “I swing both ways, what can I say?”

“The woman you were with the other night?” Jin
asked.

“Yeah,” Mugen replied. “That's
her.”

“Not bad,” Yuki noted. Jin nodded in
agreement.

“Kohza's been like my emergency fall back
lover from the beginning.”

“Kohza?” Jin and
Yuki eyed each other. Yuki arched a brow. “Not Nakasone
Kohza....” he wondered.

“How would you know
that?” Mugen asked, frowning. Jin and Yuki were staring at each
other, muttering things like “Amazing!” and
“Unbelievable!” It was creepy. He didn't like it.

“Well, Mugen,” Jin explained, “we've had
some run-ins with her brother over the years, and I've spoken with
her on the phone more than once. Small world, eh?”

Mugen
looked at Jin intently, his blood running cold. “You've had
run-ins with Mukuro? What kinds of run-ins?”

“We
fish in the same pond, so to speak,” Jin told him. “He
doesn't like losing workers to us, but we often manage to steal
them.”

“And protect them afterwards,” Yuki
added, looking as grim and determined as Jin.

“Kohza
seems to be...um...saner than Mukuro, however,” Jin said
carefully. He'd found the woman to be duplicitous and self-serving,
but wasn't about to say it. And he allowed that, considering she was
his ex, perhaps Mugen did too.

“Uh, well...a little
saner, I guess,” Mugen agreed, feeling uncomfortable. Mukuro
was a shit and a half, a very dangerous man. His own experiences of
him bordered on horrific. It made Mugen unhappy that the stains of
his youth were touching this new relationship. He didn't want his
scene with Jin to be haunted by any of the mess from his past. “I've
been backing away from all that for a while now,” he told them.
“All that shit I did when I was young and stupid.”

Jin
and Yuki nodded, both tempted to ask, “Like what?” but
deciding not to. “Wouldn't it just frost her ass to know who
you're with now?” Yuki mused, grinning. “That gang hates
us.”

Mugen shuddered. Frost her ass would probably be
putting it mildly. His phone went off again and he sighed. It would
look whipped, but he knew it was never going to end until he picked
up.

“Hey,” he said. There was a pause and then,
“hanging with some friends.” The voice talking to him
went on for a while, evoking the following response, “No.”
More one-sided discussion ensued, to which he replied, “No,
Kohza. And I ain't picking up again so stop calling.” He
clicked the phone off and shrugged. “Once I answer she usually
leaves me alone,” he told them.

Jin and Yuki looked at
each other, and Mugen could see them taking it all in. His past was
not pretty, and he'd hoped to keep it in his past. That it was
creeping into his relationship with Jin, rearing its ugly head
unbidden, gave him a sense of foreboding that threatened to ruin the
evening.

“Mugen?” The deep, quiet voice startled
him back into the present. “Are you all right?” Jin
looked genuinely concerned, and Mugen was touched.

He ran his
hand through his hair and forced a smile. “Yeah, yeah. I'm
fine. Gimme the shrimp, K?”

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

The
game was over and dinner consumed. Jin watched Mugen stretch and
extricate himself from Yuki, who had fallen asleep with his head on
his thigh a half hour ago. “It's late. I should get going,”
he announced.

“You're welcome to stay,” Jin told
him, beckoning him over.

Mugen plopped into his lap with a
grin, and Jin welcomed his kiss. It was sweet and languid, with no
sense of urgency. After their adventure earlier that evening, neither
had enough life force left for further diversions.

“I'd
rather stay,” Mugen said, “but it'll take me fifteen
minutes to cab uptown now, a half hour tomorrow morning.” Jin
nodded, knowing it was true, but he was reluctant to let go of the
delicious body in his arms. He sought another kiss, and Mugen melted
against his chest, both of them emitting little contented sounds as
they tasted and explored.

“Thanks for inviting me
over,” Mugen said when they finally let each other go. “I
had a great time.”

“It was Yuki's idea,”
Jin told him, “but I'm glad you were willing. It was
wonderful.”

“About Yuki....” Mugen began,
eying the sleeping form on the couch. “I'm not sure I get your
scene with him, or what kind of scene is OK for me to have with him.”

“If you care about him, Mugen, I don't mind if the two
of you see each other,” Jin said. “I don't want to be
supplanted, of course, and I can't promise not to be jealous if I
feel that happening. But he's got a big crush on you and that makes
me happy. He's my oldest and dearest friend, and I'll always want the
best for him.”

“Well, I'm sure as hell not the
best, but....” Mugen shrugged. “Uh...it's not a
requirement, is it? You're not really a package deal, right?”

“Of course not!” Jin sputtered.

“Good.”
Mugen seemed reassured. “Can I see you tomorrow...er,
well...today after work?”

“Yes, I'd like that.”

“OK, I'll call you.” Mugen reluctantly got up,
buttoning his shirt. Jin followed him to the front door and waited as
he put his shoes on. When he finished, Mugen stood there fidgeting
for a moment before blurting, “About Mukuro....”

Jin
put a finger to his lips. “Look, Mugen. I've been dealing with
Mukuro for years longer than I've known you. He's a thug, a dangerous
one, but nothing I can't handle.”

“That's not
what I meant,” Mugen continued, looking uncomfortable. “I
was a member of that gang too...a long time ago. Did a lot of shitty
things in my day.”

Jin shrugged. “My background is
far from pristine.”

Mugen snorted. “How bad can
it be? You don't have a criminal record.”

“How do
you know that?”

Mugen hemmed and hawed, looking
embarrassed, and Jin's anger arose unbidden. How does he do it?
he asked himself. How does he manage to piss me off every time he
opens his mouth? He counted to ten and took a deep breath. He
didn't want to be angry at Mugen. It had been such a lovely evening.

“I suppose I should feel flattered you've been snooping
on me,” Jin finally said, trying not to chuckle at how relieved
Mugen looked. But he had started a pissing contest and a pissing
contest he was going to get. “You're correct,” Jin
continued. “I don't have a criminal record...any longer. It was
expunged when I turned eighteen.”

Mugen's eyes widened.
“Seriously?”

He sounded so incredulous, Jin felt
supremely annoyed. Deciding he'd had enough for the night, he opened
the door and gave Mugen a shove through it. “Seriously. Now go
away before you piss me off some more.”

“What did
you do?” Mugen wasn't sure he could survive the night not
knowing.

“Go home, Mugen,” Jin insisted. “One
day I'll show you mine if you show me yours, but not
tonight.”

“But....”

“Good
night, Mugen,” Jin said, smiling to himself as he shut the
door.

to be continued
- 7
- 8
- 9
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