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Business
as Usual, IX
by Laura Bryannan

The Master
of Seduction had everything prepared. Dinner was ordered. Booze was
chilling in the fridge. When Jin walked through the door everything
in him screamed, Want! Now! But the small amount of civilizing
that had sunk into his brain insisted it would be uncool and impolite
to jump the guy before he fed him, so he decided to be patient and
bide his time.

“I really shouldn't,” Jin said,
when Mugen offered him sake. “Alcohol and I do not get
along.”

“You were fine the other night,” he
argued.

“That was a fluke,” Jin replied, but Mugen
insisted, so Jin took the bottle. Mugen knew that Jin had consumed
two and half bottles of sake the other evening, so he was ready to
push a similar amount on him tonight. He'd ordered dinner from a
different place so as to not appear too obvious, but otherwise
the game plan was Do What Worked Last Time.

The Master of
Seduction felt proud of his strategy and looked forward to another
amazing evening. In the meantime, he was mesmerized by everything the
guy did. The way those unimaginably long fingers held his chopsticks
as he ate, the thoughtful way he chewed his food, the rise and fall
of his chest as he breathed. Yes, The Master of Seduction was in
heat, but he couldn't remember when he'd felt so alive, so he wasn't
complaining.

When Jin finished his first bottle, another
magically appeared in his hand. “No Mugen,” Jin
protested. “I've had enough. Really.”

“Aw,
come on,” Mugen wheedled. “Just one more. We haven't
finished eating yet.” Jin sighed, then reluctantly agreed, and
the Master of Seduction's fate was sealed.

Mugen's mind was
wandering again, remembering how different Jin looked with his hair
down last night, how silky it was and how good it smelled—how
good Jin smelled in general. The guy's scent could make him hard in a
second. He was hard, he realized, the discomfort in his jeans
rousing him from his musings.

Mugen picked up the remains of
dinner, declining Jin's offer to help, and carried everything off to
the kitchen. He could have killed for a cigarette, but was learning
how to deal with his habit around a non-smoking lover. Jin didn't
seem to mind that he always tasted of tobacco, but he didn't want to
shove it up the guy's nose. He took one last swig of sake before
savoring what was to come. It was finally time! The moment he'd been
dreaming of all night.

The Master of Seduction entered the
living room with a barely-contained swagger. He had even unbuttoned
his shirt to enhance the effect. Wait! What the hell? The
Master of Seduction was most dismayed to find the object of his
affection horizontal on the couch, eyes closed, a dreamy expression
on his face. He poked the resplendent figure, his heart
sinking.

“Hey!”

Jin stirred, opening his
eyes a fraction, and smiled sleepily. “Oh...Mugen.” The
eyes closed again.

Mugen shook him harder. “Come on,
Jin. What the fuck? Wake up!”

“Mmmm,” Jin
murmured. “All right.” Then he promptly dozed off once
more.

The Master of Seduction did not understand. The plan
was a good plan. It had worked before, so why didn't it work this
time? It was a mystery, one worthy of deep thought. But since The
Master of Seduction was not a contemplative man, he assessed the
current situation and reluctantly decided on a new course of action.

The sleeping form was most alluring, as the face was devoid
of the scowl that found permanent residence there. Jin was laying
with his head pillowed on his arm, knees pulled up, other arm at his
side. He had worn an actual shirt tonight, so Mugen unbuttoned and
pulled it back, exposing one half of the long torso, nipple and
shoulder.

Making room on the coffee table for his ass, Mugen
sat down and got himself out. He'd been hard all night, for the most
part, so it felt wonderful to finally be unconstrained. As he stroked
himself he fell to dreaming again, staring at the exposed skin of
Jin's upper body...how that skin smelled when he was all steaming and
sweaty from sex...that amazing porcelain skin that Mugen wanted to
suck and bite and scratch and mark, mine!

He couldn't
believe how hot it was to be with someone strong, someone who seemed
his equal. He'd had no experience with such a human before, but Jin
was demanding it, making it happen, so he accepted it. That The
Master of Seduction was playing uke to anyone—even such a
beautiful and mysterious specimen as Jin—was unheard of. He had
never willingly taken that position with anyone before, but it seemed
to work, and he was amazed at how much it turned him on.

Mugen
stroked harder, staring at the pale form glowing on the couch as he
remembered Jin's fingers doing all the right things. Teeth at his
neck and shoulder barely distracting him from the burn at being
entered. And god, how deep he went! It made Mugen shudder to recall
how far inside Jin could touch him. He had quite a weapon but he used
it carefully, never jabbing or wounding, always lulling Mugen into an
erotic stupor with his smooth, deliberate rhythms.

Maybe
his ears are burning, Mugen laughed to himself as Jin stirred,
settling further on his back, his mouth opening the slightest bit.
Ohhh that mouth! Mugen was close to orgasm, and thinking about
Jin's mouth brought him ever closer. Mugen loved the way the guy
kissed him—never letting Mugen take over, their continual
battle for penetration rights. It was great, and it made him so damn
horny.
And then there was Jin's mouth on his cock. It was so
absolutely goddamn fucking amazing and...enough to send him over the
edge. Mugen lay back with a groan, back arching, letting the warmth
spatter his belly and not the carpet.

He lay there panting,
smiling ruefully. Once again, Jin managed to foil his plans. How did
he do it? Hanging with him sure kept a guy on his toes. Mugen decided
that next time he'd follow his instincts and fuck him the second he
walked in the door. When did he ever give a shit about being polite
anyway?

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Jin
awoke disoriented, needing a moment to remember he was in Mugen's
apartment, on Mugen's couch. Damn! I fell asleep on him. He
cursed himself for opening that second bottle of sake. But he had to
admit, he'd had so much fun drunk in Mugen's bed the other night,
he'd hoped history would repeat itself. Obviously it didn't. He felt
embarrassed, and prayed Mugen wasn't laughing at or insulted by his
dork-like inability to hold his liquor.

He sat up and looked
around, noticing his shirt was unbuttoned but not giving it another
thought. He liked Mugen's place. The furnishings, while modern in
design, were all oak, so the space had a warm feel to it. It was
clear that Mugen used this room. There were magazines and newspapers
in piles under the coffee table, stacks of manga, comic books and
dime westerns in the bookcase. A bottle of tamari, a combined salt
and pepper shaker and an ashtray had permanent residence on the
coffee table.

Jin took the scenic route to the bathroom to
snoop around. The kitchen was in a similar state as the living room,
comfortable, well-used but not dirty. The master bedroom was set up
for training, and Jin wondered if Mugen had studied formally or not.
He guessed not. The third bedroom was full of banker's boxes, a
laptop, two apparently dead computers, a set of barbells and other
sports equipment.

His bladder complaining, Jin finally made
it to the bathroom, appreciating its relative cleanliness. There were
times he changed his mind about having sex with someone after being
repulsed by their kitchen or bathroom. There was nothing unusual in
the medicine cabinet, he knew that from the other night. After using
the facilities, he washed his hands and rinsed his mouth, noting his
reflection looked worse than he felt. It was good not to be hung
over.

He walked into Mugen's room, smiling at the sleeping
figure curled around a battered, but obviously beloved, stuffed
elephant. Clad only in his boxers, the curve of Mugen's ass looked
quite fetching. Jin longed to pet it, to squeeze it, to wake him up
and nail that sweet ass into the mattress. But.... He sighed.

There
was no way to know if Mugen would let him anywhere near his ass, of
course. In fact, there were many reasons why he might assume it was
Jin's turn to take it. Since he did not desire a close encounter with
the monster in Mugen's shorts this morning, Jin decided to take off
before he woke up. Giving his lover one last fond glance, he headed
out to the front door, put his shoes on and caught a cab home.

The
blessedly predictable call came in right before lunch.

“Hey,
you took off this morning without saying goodbye or anything,”
Mugen complained. “First you crash on me, then you split
without a word. You should'a woke me up.”

“I
didn't think you'd want to be up at five o'clock.”

“Five!”
he sputtered. “What the fuck you doing up at five? OK, I'm glad
you didn't wake me up.

“I'm sorry about last night,”
Jin soothed. “Come over this evening, I'll make it up to
you.”

“Oh yeah?” Mugen sounded unimpressed.
“What does that mean?”

“It will be worth
your while.”

“Like how?”

“What
do you want, Mugen?”

“I want to have you again,”
he demanded. “I want to fuck you again.”

Jin
winced, but replied, “All right.”

“In your
own house?” Mugen asked, incredulously. “In your own bed?
You'd let me do that?”

“Yes, Mugen,” Jin
assured him. “Come over tonight and fuck me senseless.”
Jin's guts lurched at the words, his heart pounding—half in
fear, half in desire—his need for Mugen outweighing his dread
of the pain of submitting.

“Mmmkay,” Mugen
purred. “I'll fuck you slow. I'll fuck you sweet. And then
I'll fuck you senseless.”

Jin shuddered, his face hot.
He had to take a deep breath to steady his voice. “I'll be
waiting,” he said.

“No booze,” Mugen
insisted.

Jin chuckled. “No booze.”

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

Mugen
attacked when Jin let him inside, dropping his garment bag
unceremoniously on the floor. Jin laughed as he tried to fend him
off.

“Wait,” he cried.

“No way! Not
waiting.” They grappled on the mats in the living room, until
Mugen had Jin pinned on his back, shrieking and cursing, as he
nibbled his ribcage. Jin's imperious demands to stop only incited
wicked laughter as Mugen used his chin to tickle him harder. Jin
struggled madly, then gave a mighty lurch and managed to turn the
tables, landing triumphantly on Mugen's chest.

“Bed,
Mugen,” he insisted, panting.

Mugen stopped struggling
immediately. “Uh, OK,” he agreed. “I thought you
were holding out on me.” Jin rolled his eyes, gave Mugen a
hand-up, and he grabbed his stuff off the floor. “Hope it's OK
if I stay tonight,” he said. “Where should I hang this?”

Jin started down the hall. “Come,” he said, and
Mugen followed, curious to see the rest of Jin's place.

Entering
the bedroom he gave a low whistle. In sharp contrast to the spare,
un-lived in feel of the entire apartment, Jin's bedroom was a
veritable den of cozy. Bookcases lined every wall. There were books
in the nightstand, a stack of books and papers next to the bed, books
spilling out of the bookcases, books piled on top of them so high
they blocked part of the window and covered some of the traditional
art on the walls.

“You've read all this?” Mugen
asked, incredulously, hanging his garment bag on the doorknob.

“Yes,” Jin replied. “I've read most of it.”

“But a bunch of it's in English. You read English?”

“Yes, and a little French.”

“Damn!”
Mugen exclaimed, feeling intimidated. “I gotta bring you to New
York with me the next time I go. My English is shit.”

“You've
been to Manhattan?” Jin asked, feeling jealous.

“Yeah,
a few times,” Mugen told him. “And Chicago too. Had
business at the Mercs, and just wanted to go anyway.”

Jin
was looking appropriately impressed, so Mugen relaxed and turned his
attention to the bed—queen sized, shoved into the corner. It
had no frame, just a western-style box spring and mattress on the
floor. Multitudes of pillows were laying about and propped against
the wall, giving it an almost couch-like appearance. It was unmade,
with at least three different blankets and a quilt creating an
inviting nest that Mugen felt immediately drawn to crawl into.

“Nice!” he decided, pulling his shirt over his
head. He dropped his pants and dove in, hoping everything would smell
of Jin and happily finding it did. Jin stood watching, looking
bemused, until Mugen poked him. “Ya gonna stand there all day
or get in here?” He stared in appreciation as the alabaster
torso was revealed, and smirked as Jin turned discretely away when he
pulled his pants off. All the better to see that ass, my pretty,
Mugen laughed to himself.

Jin put his glasses on the
nightstand, got in bed, and Mugen began to devour him. He was hungry.
He felt deprived. It felt like ages since he had a taste of
Jinflesh, and he didn't know where to start. Perhaps his kisses were
a little overeager, the nipping a little too stinging, the sucking a
bit intense. For when they stopped and caught their breath, he
couldn't quite ignore the deer-caught-in-headlights look in Jin's
eyes.

He blinked and got hold of himself. OK. OK. I can
slow down. I can wait. I can be good. He took a deep breath and
returned, more gently, to the pale throat. Pressing his lips to the
spot pulsing with Jin's racing heartbeat, he licked a slow tease,
nibbling and laving along Jin's neck and shoulder. The body beneath
him began to relax, limbs braced against him slowly melting...but not
completely.

Mugen returned to Jin's mouth, noting his lover's
tension, and hoping that kissing would ease it as it usually did. His
hand wandered to Jin's crotch, stroking along his length, cupping his
balls and then sliding behind to tease his ass gently. Jin was
moaning as they kissed, he was writhing and shuddering...but
something wasn't right. Mugen couldn't figure out what it was but he
could feel it.

He broke their kiss and searched the glowing,
pink-cheeked face. Everything looked right, but something was
definitely wrong. There was nothing to be done but soldier on,
however, so he bravely sallied forward. He snuffled into Jin's ear
and whispered, “Where's the lube?”

Boom. The body
in Mugen's arms stiffened only imperceptibly, but the wave of
lamb-to-the-slaughter vibes coming off it was so strong he almost
gasped. What the hell? His mind raced back to the other night
when he'd taken Jin the first time. Did I hurt him? He didn't
think he had, so why did Jin seem afraid?

“Um...you
OK?” he ventured.

“Mugen,” Jin replied, "may
I ask you for a favor?”

“Sure.”

“Would
you...oh, god. Um...would you...before you.... Oh, I don't know how
to say it!” he exclaimed, looking helpless.

“Just
say it,” Mugen purred, having his suspicions, but wanting to
hear Jin speak the words.

Jin took a deep breath, blushing
furiously. “Would you lick me there first?”

“Yeah,
sure,” Mugen smiled. “You didn't have to ask. I was gonna
anyway.”

“Oh. Well...I didn't know...and you
asked for the lube, so....” Jin realized he was stammering and
shut up, unable to look Mugen in the eye.

“I don't think
I could ever fuck you before eating you out first,” Mugen
informed him honestly. “It wouldn't be right. Besides, you're
too damn tasty. I'll always want my share.”

“Oh.”

“So, you like that, huh? Feels good?” Mugen
couldn't resist teasing. It was too amazing to see Jin in this state.

Jin turned his face aside, shuddering, and whispered, “Yes.”
Mugen studied the trembling form, trying to understand what was
going on, and then he had a knowing.

“Hey, how come
you're so scared of taking me. Wasn't I good to you the other
night?”

“Yes, but I was drunk,” came the
reply.

“A ha!” Mugen exulted. Now everything made
sense.

He snuggled against the cool, pale body, and Jin put
his arms around him. “Look,” he whispered huskily. “I'm
gonna suck your cock so nice you're gonna be screaming for mercy.”
The body relaxed a bit. “And I'll eat you so long you're gonna
be begging me to fuck you before I'm through.” Much more
melting now. “Then, when you're beyond ready, maybe...just
maybe...I'll fuck you, but only if you say the secret password.”
The body was chuckling.

“What's the secret password?”
Jin asked.

“Uhhh...how about, 'Do me, Spike!'?”
Jin was smiling. Jin was breathing again. It was good.

“All
right, Spike.”

to be continued
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