Business as Usual, XIII
by Laura Bryannan

Mugen had fucked Yuki last night. He'd fucked Yuki this morning. But now that Jin was back he wanted to get laid. He wanted to let go, to surrender, to submit wholeheartedly—just not in front of Yuki. And so he formulated a plan.

They'd hit a bar before heading back to the hotel and knocked back a few. Actually, Yuki knocked back a few and Mugen knocked back one, hoping that after some alcohol and sex, Yuki would crash and leave him to moan and squirm in Jin's arms without putting his seme pride at risk.

Yuki beat him into the tub because he didn't take his clothes off, and Mugen waited as he and Jin kissed before descending into the warm water himself. His heart skipped a beat as the gray eyes turned to him with a smoky glance, and came into Jin's embrace eagerly. Yuki stayed near enough that their bodies touched, but it didn't distract him from the battle he was engaged in.

Jin's tongue was wily and strong, sneaking past every defense, causing a lurch in his guts and his groin every time he was penetrated. He carded his fingers into Jin's hair, trying to force the angle most conducive for a successful attack, but Jin was doing the same. And then Jin opened, allowing him inside so suddenly he moaned in surprise, even as Jin did himself. There were a few moments of exquisite interplay and then Jin gently pushed him back, looking deeply into his eyes. Your ass is mine, but first.... He arched the brow nearest Yuki and Mugen nodded.

They turned to their slightly sloshed friend, who had removed his wet clothes and was sitting in the tub smiling back. “How was it this time, Jin?” he asked. “Same 'ol, same 'ol or worse than usual?”

“The same as usual, I guess,” Jin replied. “He's talking about retiring again, but I know he'll never let go until the day he falls down dead. Until then, I'm happy to leave it to him.” He turned to Mugen. “My uncle is the namesake of a famous ancestor and he takes it a little too seriously, I'm afraid. He treats me as a pawn regarding the dojo because he believes he has not only a right, but an obligation to do so.”

“That sucks,” Mugen said.

“Yes,” Jin agreed, giving him a pointed glance. “Well, enough about that.” Jin and Mugen turned to Yuki, who visibly quailed at being the focus of two predatory gazes. They scooted over to him, one on either side, and attacked.

Jin and Yuki were kissing so Mugen wandered lower, trying to listen as he heard them whispering to each other. Jin would chuckle every now and then, and Mugen was amazed he didn't feel jealous at their closeness. If anything, he found it comforting. Despite his cold nature, Jin still seemed capable of deep affection and loyalty. He might be done with Yuki, but he was not casting him aside. Mugen decided this was a good thing.

But if he wasn't jealous of Jin and Yuki's relationship he was envious of Yuki's other attributes. As he stroked and teased the now-familiar body, he was reminded that he was the little guy in this threesome. Jin was taller, Yuki was bigger, and he didn't like it. Plus Yuki was so fucking beautiful, it was intimidating—no flaws, no scars, perfect everything. Why was Jin turning his way at all? It didn't make sense.

He let the quivering hips sink into the water and turned to nip Jin's shoulder, wanting a little time with the end of Yuki that could communicate in words. Jin raised his head, looking makeout-drunk in the way that always turned him on, clearly expecting a kiss before they exchanged places. Mugen obliged him, causing moans that made him dizzy as he teased the back of Jin's throat. They ravaged each other for a little while, then Mugen turned to a panting and writhing Yuki.

“You feeling good, kiddo?” he asked.

Yuki gulped and nodded. “You guys are being wicked. Let me cum.”

Mugen smiled. “Gotta savor yummy things or you get indigestion.” Yuki gave him The Look Of Supreme Adoration, and it knocked his heart for a loop as it always did. No one had ever looked at him like that, certainly no one as beautiful as Yuki, and it evoked feelings he found mostly pleasing but a little disturbing as well. If he knew what you were really like, the voices whispered, he would not be looking up to you. He argued back that Yuki was fun, Yuki was smart and strong. That much was real, and it was okay to feel flattered.

He leaned in to get his licorice kiss, fingers tugging the ring through his nipple and teasing the sensitive nub. Yuki jerked, moaning sweetly, and Mugen was reminded that he and Jin shared matching rings. He decided then and there to do something about it. Suddenly Yuki was moaning for other reasons. Mugen could feel Jin lift his hips closer to the surface and guessed what was happening. The panting, gasping man became very hard to kiss, so Mugen raised his head to watch the glorious release play out on Yuki's face.

He reached around a sturdy thigh, thinking to plunder the other end when he met Jin's hand. One finger was already embedded in the shuddering body. Thinking quickly, Mugen grabbed a handful of soap, dashed back under the water and slid his finger inside, underneath Jin's. He pushed the longer finger upward and Yuki squeaked, “Oh god!” His hips bucked and Mugen could tell from the clenching inside that he was cumming.

Mugen hadn't thought it possible that a person could look good giving head, but Jin did. He looked totally hot as he swallowed Yuki's load effortlessly. Mugen couldn't believe his good fortune at the scene he was participating in, having two most beautiful men to play with. Jin lifted his head, shared a kiss that tasted of Yuki—even his cum tasted faintly of licorice—and then they turned to their dreamy-looking lover.

“Thanks you guys,” Yuki whispered. “That was amazing.”

“You're inspiring,” Mugen replied with a grin. Yuki blushed at his regard, even as his eyelids drooped and his body slipped deeper into the tub.

Jin chuckled. “We should get you out of here before you crash.”

Mugen stood up. “Yeah, come on Sleeping Beauty.” Their slightly overwhelmed lover allowed them to help him up, towel him off, and deposit him into the king sized bed. Blankets and kisses and goodnights evoked only a muffled, “Mmmmm,” and so they turned to each other.

“I've been waiting for you,” Jin murmured, wrapping his arms around Mugen's waist and pulling their hips together.

“Me too. Make me scream.”

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Yuki floated, feeling sweet. The last thing he remembered was their hungry kissing, until the sound of his name startled him awake.

“....Yuki. You're good to him. I'm grateful.”

“It ain't just to kiss your ass. I like him.”

“I know. It pleases me.”

“He's not as crazy as you are.”

Jin chuckled. “That's true. Yuki is blessedly normal, and so is his family.”

“Ummm, do it harder.”

Another chuckle. “All right. How about like....”

A loud groan woke him up some time later.

“Oh my god, Jin. Oh yeah...shit...yeah! You're so fucking good.”

Yuki smiled proudly. His ex was extremely talented at giving head. He listened as Mugen cooed and moaned, but soon became mystified. There was no rhythm he could discern. If Jin was going down on Mugen, he was using a different, very strange technique.

“Man oh man. I never thought you'd be into this.”

“You're the first person I've ever done it to.”

Yuki froze. Was Jin doing that?!? He couldn't be! Mugen sure sounded aroused though, gasping and sighing up a storm. Yuki's face got hot contemplating the possibilities.

“Uhhh! Please, again?”

“Relax your muscles here...more...yes, good. And now I can....”

Mugen purred. “Oh my god, that's sooo fucking amazing. Feels like your tongue's a mile long.”

Yuki stifled a gasp. Jin was rimming him! No question about it. It took all his willpower not to roll over and watch. Mugen's singing was breathy, quiet contented moans peppered with an occasional sigh. Jin went on and on and Yuki drifted away, only to be startled again.

“Come on, dammit!”

“Patience.”

“Fuck that. You're making me craz...aaaahhhh, damn.”

Yuki could hear the rhythmic humming Jin tended to emit when he was absorbed in one of Yuki's favorite activities. Mugen was thrashing and whimpering and it made Yuki want to laugh, for Jin had reduced him to a similar state countless times.

“Please Jin. Please fuck me. I can't take it no more. My balls are gonna explode.” Jin chuckled, but did not cease his activities. Suddenly there was a loud growl. “Dammit Jin.” The humming stopped.

“If you don't let go of my hair I'll....”

“Oh yeah? What? OW! HOLY SHIT YOU FUCKING BIT IT!”

“Stop shouting. I barely did.”

“You're being evil...driving me insane. I wanna cum.”

“Patience. I've been starving for you and want to savor everything. You were the one lecturing Yuki about indigestion, correct?”

“That was different.”

“Oh, no.”

There was a shuffling in the sheets and Mugen moaned. “Mmmm, yeah. Please do it. Oh...no...no, not that...damn Jin...oh god, oh god, oh god....”

Yuki didn't know he'd fallen asleep until he woke to find the bed shaking rhythmically.

“I adore fucking you.”

“Uhhh yeah, I'm liking it myself.”

“You're so open with me. Everything I do plays across your face.” Mugen moaned. “I can tell...right...here.” The moans increased, and Yuki tried not to squirm, but the rhythm was lazy—one of Jin's maddeningly deliberate thrust patterns—and it was lulling him back into unconsciousness.

“You're gonna fuck me all night, aren't you?”

“Mmmm, I hope so.”

Yuki was dreaming of a tiger attack. He could hear the growls and hisses of the predator, the mewls and strangled moans of the prey, and awoke shuddering in fear before he realized it was Jin and Mugen.

“Please Jin...oh damn...shit...unh...unh...unh....” Mugen emoted every time Jin's hips rocked into him. Jin was silent except for his muted snarling, and Yuki figured they must have been going at it for a while considering his panting. He almost drifted off again when Jin spoke, responding to a particularly intense moan.

“Are you ready to cum?”

“Hell yeah!”

“What's the secret password?”

Mugen growled. “Fuck me Spike, ya goddamn shit!”

Jin chuckled. “Hmmm, not quite as I remembered, but all right. Turn over.”

“Oh yeah!”

More shuffling and bed-shaking, and then the dance began in earnest. Mugen's moans finally sounded happy.

“You've got the most beautiful ass of anyone I have ever known.”

“Uh...well...uhhh...just keep fucking it, K? Don't stop anymore.”

“I won't. But it belongs to me, do you understand? I don't want you to share it with anyone else, not even Yuki.” Jin stopped thrusting, apparently to make his point.

“I get it. Ouch! OK, I get it, I agree!”

Jin chuckled evilly, resuming his movement, and Mugen began making the most amazing sounds. Yuki had never heard such noises come out of him before. They rose in a rhythmic arpeggio, each moan more heartfelt and strident than the one before, a crescendo of need. And when he finally released, Yuki was sure everyone within a mile's radius heard him cry out.

Yuki smiled, remembering that their play tonight began with Mugen's challenge, and felt proud his beloved had answered it. No matter how badly he had the hornies for Mugen, it was still great to witness Jin putting the cocky bastard in his place.

The breathless kissing and quiet murmuring between them finally stopped and it appeared they were asleep, but Yuki was wide awake. Aching, he reached for himself, for it felt as though they'd been making love with him all night. He touched carefully, trying not to attract attention, when a strong arm wrapped itself around his waist. He tensed, but the body behind him snuggled comfortably and warm breath tickled his neck.

“Lemmie help you with that, kiddo.”

Yuki relaxed, sighing happily as Mugen's sure fingers danced, stroking him into blissful surrender and dreamless sleep.

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They were on their way back to Okinawa, lounging around the small suite of the private jet, drinks in hand. Even Jin had one, but that's all they were going to allow him. Casablanca was on the TV, being ignored. Their romp that morning had left them happily satiated and they felt content and comfortable with each other, enough so that Mugen steeled himself and rummaged through his bag. He'd gotten lucky before they left Tokyo and found three matching rings.

“It's presuming,” he began, “but I was feeling kinda left out, so....”

He threw the small packages on the bed and held his breath as Jin and Yuki reached for them. Jin smiled tenderly when he saw the contents, and Mugen exhaled in relief. “I'd be proud to wear it,” he said, and Mugen felt as if his heart would burst.

“Wow, nice! Me too,” added Yuki, ripping the package open. “Black steel? There's no bead. How do you put it on?”

“They're niobium,” Mugen told them. “It's a continuous ring. The section comes out like this. See?” He showed Yuki how the ring worked and then turned to Jin, who had figured it out and was replacing his old one with the new one.

“We got our pierces when we were kooky crazy in heat,” Yuki told him. “It was my idea, but obviously Jin agreed. He even surprised me with our rings. We had to go to a shady piercer because we were underage. Is there a story behind your nip?”

Mugen cringed. “Well, yeah, but it's shitty so I don't really want to talk about it.” He stole a peek at them and they looked back, puzzled.

“If it's shitty, how come you didn't just pull the pierce?” Yuki asked. “Why did you keep it?”

“To remind myself how it happened, I guess. I was really stupid.”

“Happened?” Jin's voice was quiet but the steel gray eyes bored into him.

Mugen knew he was going to have to tell the truth and sighed in frustration. You give them new rings and don't expect them to ask about your pierce? Duh! Talk about clueless.

He took a deep breath. “When my gang realized I was moving out and pulling my financial support, they had a...um...intervention, I guess you could say. They beat me up and...stuff. Someone did it with a safety pin and...well...it was a night I can't ever let myself forget so....” He looked at Jin pleadingly, hoping the matter could be dropped, and received a gentle smile.

Jin reached for Mugen's shirt and unbuttoned the top few buttons, exposing the barbell. He unscrewed the piece and pulled it out, replacing it with the shiny, black ring. “I hope we can help give this some better memories,” he said, leaning down to plant a kiss on the newly-adorned nipple. He sucked and teased, giving Mugen tremors that shook him to the core.

He wrapped his arms around Jin's shoulders and lay his cheek against the top of his head, wanting with all his heart to say more, to get all the shit out on the table and be done with it. He couldn't, though. The shame was too great.

Jin raised his head, warm appreciation in his eyes, and Mugen's breath caught at his beauty—all that beauty looking at him like he was something valuable, something worthwhile. It was amazing. He loved it. He couldn't risk losing it. And so he pulled his beautiful lover into a kiss, resolving to keep his silence.

to be continued