Business as Usual, XVII
by Laura Bryannan

Mugen had barely gotten settled at his desk the next morning when his cell rang. It was Jin, he couldn't believe it.

“Holy shit, you called me!”

“Yes.”

“Uhhh...how about my place after work?”

“All right.”

Mugen was on pins and needles all day, nothing engaged him and time seemed to drag on forever. The level of joyous anticipation he was experiencing was of concern, but he couldn't shake it off, so he tried to find a place of peaceful coexistence and be patient until the workday was over.

Grateful the doorbell finally rang—he was never certain Jin would show—he answered it clad only in his suit pants, unaware of the potential effect on his visitor. Mugen opened the door to see incredulous pleasure flash across Jin's face as he swept inside the apartment, kicking the door shut behind him.

Jin took Mugen's face in his hands and used his hips to push him against the wall of the foyer, fitting them together just so, his erection obvious through the thin material of Mugen's slacks. Expecting a searing oral attack, Jin's gentle sucking on his lower lip felt surprising but wonderful, so he opened his mouth wider to give him greater access. Jin's butterfly kisses nibbled and teased, sneaking his tongue inside every so often, which Mugen would gratefully suckle until it was withdrawn again.

Needing warmth, needing skin, Mugen got busy at their belts and zippers, his own clothes dropping easily. Jin's tight jeans required some tugging to get them to his feet, but he was going commando so...yeah! Mugen nuzzled the black curls, ready to get to work, when Jin pulled him standing again, kissing him so drunk he didn't notice his ass was being kneaded until his cheeks were spread and a teasing finger sent a jolt of electricity up his spine.

Jin's fingers...damn...they could melt him in ten seconds, as agile and skilled as the most masterful tongue. Better than the most masterful tongue because there were so many, all tickling and stroking him in different places. He could relax his muscles so that one could enter a little, and Jin took advantage enough that Mugen ached for more. He clung to Jin's shoulders, gasping into his mouth as they continued to kiss, held vertical by Jin's strength, not his own. So when the demanding tongue exited and the tantalizing fingers withdrew, Mugen fell forward as Jin sank to his knees and took his cock in his mouth, the vice grip on his hipbones keeping his lower half nailed to the wall.

It was so fucking good. Way too fucking good. He was gonna cum if Jin didn't stop soon and he didn't want to cum like this. His body shuddering, he tried to dance away from the delicious sensations but there was nowhere to go, his back was truly against the wall. Dropping his head, he stroked the dark hair of his lover and ran his hands down the long spine, letting some whimpers escape. Please, he begged inwardly. Don't make me cum this way. Please fuck me.

And damned if Jin didn't stop!

Jin stood, scooping up one knee as he rose, and Mugen felt cool, wet fingers at his entrance. He wondered where the lube came from for a vague moment before being overwhelmed by the penetration, the sweet opening and claiming he'd been longing for all day. He wrapped his legs around Jin's waist, arms about his neck, and held on for dear life. Jin thrust purposefully, steadily, in a way that gave him hope. It was one of Jin's quickie rhythms, and he was sure that's all his heart could take at this point.

There was something about getting laid by this man that did Mugen in, slayed him completely. First off, it felt too damn amazing, satisfying something deeper than his lust. And he had no idea what to do with the unfamiliar tenderness it evoked, but he liked the feeling so that was weird too. Secondly, there was the way Jin smelled. His scent could make him hard in a second. He couldn't identify it—not clove, not cinnamon, but still spicy—a savory treasure under the sandalwood soap and shampoo. Jin's unique combination of armarments lay his own defense system to waste and he could do nothing but succumb.

He reached for himself, opening his eyes to see if Jin would disapprove. Jin peered back, his nod evoking a grateful moan as Mugen got serious, stroking the way he liked best. Jin was moaning now too, steaming from his efforts, his musk as euphoric as any drug Mugen inhaled on purpose. Suddenly the arms supporting his back shifted, lowering him, and the member inside claimed territory that made him cry out. The orgasm ripped through him after a few more thrusts, and all he knew was Jin. Jin's cock up his ass, Jin's sweat on his tongue, Jin's arms crushing him close...and if they never let go he wasn't gonna argue about it.

Mugen lay panting on the floor, all his awareness inside, unsure exactly how he got horizontal or when Jin came. Damn, that was sweet! He was feeling really good, in no hurry to come back to reality, when shuffling and movement caught his attention. What the hell? He opened one eye to find Jin pulling on his jeans and his heart sank. No, not again! The guy always did this to him—knocked him on his ass and split before he could muster any resistance—but he was gonna resist tonight.

Jin was opening the door and it was now or never. Willing himself out of his post-orgasmic stupor, Mugen forced his body into motion and managed to grab a pale ankle before it moved out of reach. Jin rounded on him, frowning, looking ready to yank his foot free and leave. Hoping against hope, Mugen watched as he deliberated, trying to read the emotions playing across the beautiful face.

Finally, Jin looked him in the eye and he knew. His heart rejoiced as Jin's gaze softened and he shut the door...still inside.

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Jin smiled down at his scowling lover, who was laying akimbo like a marionette with its strings cut. “You sure know how to wreck a moment,” the puppet groused.

Jin was touched but thoroughly mystified by Mugen's gesture. “Why do you want me to stay?”

“I'll make you dinner.”

“What!?!” Were his ears deceiving him? “Don't tell me you can cook.”

“I didn't say I could cook. But I can turn on the oven and stick shit inside, OK?” Mugen got up and started down the hall, dragging his pants along the floor. Jin followed. “A client sent me something tasty. I'll share it with you if you want. Do you eat pig?”

“Um, not usually.”

“It's barbecue. Ribs from Chicago, USA.”

Barbecue, yes! “Oh...well, in that case, thank you.” Jin stayed a few paces behind, mesmerized by three drops of clear liquid trailing at different speeds down Mugen's inner thigh. The luscious ass stopped in front of the bathroom door.

“You can use this one,” its owner said. “There's another shower in the back.” Jin did want to wash up, but he watched the cheeks continue down the hall until they were out of sight before he entered to see what could be done. Unfortunately, he'd used his t-shirt to clean up in his hurry to escape, thinking he'd shower and change when he got home. It was too gross to wear the rest of the night. Soap and water would work on him but.... He washed, stuck his head out the door and yelled, “I need to borrow a t-shirt.”

“Little dresser, middle drawer,” a voice yelled back.

Jin entered Mugen's bedroom and cast a quick look around, finding it in the same state of comfortable disarray as he remembered—a pile of dirty laundry in one corner, magazines falling out of the nightstand, a suit hanging off the closet door and another over a chair, stuffed elephant enthroned on the bed. He located a plain white t-shirt and headed toward the banging in the kitchen.

Mugen was wearing black sweatpants, putting various-sized foil packages into the oven. “I ate Carsons' ribs when I was visiting Chicago last time and they weren't too bad,” he said. “It was pretty hilarious when a box of 'em showed up last week. Mike is crazy. Anyway, they'll take an hour to cook. Do you want a beer while we wait?”

Jin considered. “I can't stand to drink beer unless I smoke too. May I borrow some?”

Mugen gasped and slid into a chair like his spine had melted. “You smoke?”

“I did for a little while,” Jin admitted. “I enjoyed it, but it's a stupid, evil habit so I quit. I do miss it, however.”

“Holy shit!” Mugen grinned, obviously pleased by the revelation. “Hell yeah, I'll share. Let's sit on the back porch so we don't gas out the place. It's nice tonight.”

And so they sipped and puffed quietly for many minutes, and Jin was content. Somehow the bitterness of the beer was balanced by the smoke, the two ever belonging together in his experience. And since Mugen smoked very exclusive, Turkish cigarettes, it was a delightful indulgence.

Finally Mugen stirred. “Thinking about Chicago makes me remember to ask. Do you have a passport?”

“No.”

“Get one. Soon. I'm gonna be going to New York any day now, and you could come with me if you had your passport together. It takes two weeks, at least, so....”

Jin didn't quite stifle his gasp, his heart pounding. New York City was one of those places he'd always wanted to visit but assumed would remain an unfulfilled dream. “You're asking me to come with you?” He still didn't believe it.

“Yeah,” Mugen assured him. “Yuki too, if you want. It would be great to have some native company for once. I already told you, my English sucks big time.” Suddenly he laughed out loud. “I could take you as my interpreter and comp you.”

“Don't put your job at risk for me,” Jin cautioned.

“No worries,” Mugen said. “I gotta crush on my boss, so I ain't never gonna do nothing stupid at work.”

Jin almost spit out his beer. The statement made his guts lurch. “A crush on your boss? Tell me more.”

Mugen laughed. “Aw, it's nothing, never gonna happen. He's married, happy too, with a little girl and another on the way. He's just a good guy and...um...one of the few who ever tried to help me.” He leaned forward, handing Jin another cig, a funny seductive smile on his face. “But he's got the ooogy boogy,” he intoned ominously, “so if you look at him you get a hard-on in two seconds flat. Honest to god, I'm telling the truth.”

Jin chuckled. “Down boy. I get it.” Maybe Mystery Boss wasn't the threat he first appeared, but Mugen's revelation was intriguing. “I thought you were a partner.”

“I am.” Mugen told him. “I forked over a ton of money to buy in there, but it's still his game, you know? It's his company we attached ourselves to, and his word carries more weight than the rest of us. I knew that when I bought in and so did every other partner there. But look, I'm serious about New York, so deal with your passport.”

“All right, I will,” Jin decided, feeling strangely excited and disturbingly flattered.

Dinner was finally ready and Jin was amazed at himself. Maybe it was because the food was really good, flavors he'd never tasted before but found he liked very much. Maybe it was because he was on his second beer and starting to feel it. Maybe it was the glob of barbecue sauce stuck on Mugen's chin and the sensual way he licked his fingers. Jin didn't know, but he was getting horny. Very horny.

It was hard to be patient and wait for Mugen to finish eating—the man seemed a bottomless pit—but finally, he did. His eyes practically popped out of his head when Jin got up and sat in his lap, facing him, straddling his hips. Feeling proud he didn't giggle at Mugen's hilarious expression, Jin tried to look serious. “Think you can get it up again, Ryu-san?”

“Are you drunk?”

“Are you avoiding the question?”

“Get it up again? For you?” Mugen feigned concern, looking thoughtful. “I don't know, man. Not sure you turn me on enough.”

Jin attacked the blob of sauce on Mugen's chin, needing to suck a bit considering it had dried by now, and felt something pulsing in Mugen's sweatpants. “Perhaps I could persuade you.” He shifted his weight and ground into the base of Mugen's cock, eliciting a gasp and a groan.

“Uhhh....”

“My, how articulate.”

“You really wanna fuck me again?”

“No.”

“No?!?”

“Do me Spike.”

“Holy shit! Really?”

Jin growled. “I say the secret password and you must obey.”

“Wow! OK. Here, grab this.” He handed Jin the styrofoam cup of barbecue sauce, picked him up like he weighed nothing and headed off to the bedroom. “I got some ideas.”

“Oh, no!”

“Trust me.”

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Jin was in his bed. Mugen decided there was something very right about that. So much so that he barely stopped to appreciate it, too concerned that Jin's mood might change and the moment would be lost. He soldiered forward, taking the cup of barbecue sauce, setting it on the floor and grabbing some towels from the closet. Tossing them to Jin, he dug his box of toys out from underneath the bed, found his favorite plug and stuck it in the cup of sauce.

Standing up, he discovered his resourceful lover had put his glasses on the nightstand and spread a towel underneath himself so, without further adieu, Mugen yanked his jeans to his knees and slid the plug home. It wasn't thick, just something nice to hold, but he hoped it delivered enough sauce to cause an effect. Laying alongside so they could make out, he rest his hand on Jin's lower belly and waited. In just a few moments he was rewarded as the muscles there jerked and pulsed, the hips undulating. He resisted as Jin tried to break their kiss, getting off on all the gasping and squirming, but finally had to give way.

“Mugen, why do I feel...warm...inside?”

“Barbecue sauce,” he laughed. “It's not that spicy, so I wasn't sure if you'd feel anything. Should I put in more pepper?”

“No!”

“Is it nice?”

“Yes, actually.”

Jin was fondling him gently but thoroughly, as if he understood the long haul they were in for, so Mugen got distracted for a moment. “Well...um...just wait. It gets better. This plug's got the best low evah.”

“Low?” It began to vibrate. “Oh....”

“Nice huh?” Jin nodded enthusiastically. “At higher speeds it's nothing special, but the low on this one's really rumbly.” He leaned down to kiss the squirming figure once more, trying not to squirm himself as Jin continued to stroke him expertly. His hand held Jin's package, monitoring the flexing, tensing muscles as Jin worked with the invading item...clenching, relaxing, clenching...the dance of his hips making Mugen's head swim with lust.

He knew he should let Jin get him closer to orgasm before they started fucking—he'd just cum, and wasn't sure Jin could handle as much fucking as it would take to bring him off again—but he couldn't wait. The body next to his was begging to get laid and he was aching to do it. He reached lower and gently pushed the plug deeper inside, rotating it, causing Jin to moan and writhe. “You ready, pretty boy?” he purred.

“Do me Spike,” Jin replied with a smoky smile that made his stomach do flips. He wanted to fuck Jin with his pants around his knees, but couldn't figure out how to make out with them in the way, so off they came and the plug was removed as well. Jin looked strangely little boy-ish and vulnerable wearing only a plain t-shirt, his skin almost as white except for the cast of pink on his face and neck.

Mugen enjoyed the view for a few moments, debating whether or not to use barbecue sauce as lube. Deciding it would be too messy, he slathered himself with regular stuff and began to work himself inside his most beautiful lover. He was amazed, as he always was when he fucked Jin, that this man, who topped him expertly and could probably kick his ass as well, so thoroughly surrendered to him the way Jin surrendered.

When he was with Yuki there was never any argument about who was on the bottom, but Yuki never truly submitted. Yuki would fight him every step of the way, using his thighs to keep him from thrusting too deep, pushing his face where he wanted it to go, “harder,” “stop it,” “like this.” It was lots of fun getting his own way in the face of such resistance, but Yuki's attempts to top from the bottom could never be called submitting.

Jin was something else entirely. When Jin was seme he was like steel, and Mugen had yet to discover any chinks in the cold armor of his skill and detachment. But when Jin played uke he relinquished all control. He opened, he let go, he truly received, and Mugen loved to sink into those still waters and stir up a tsunami. Jin yielded to his every whim and allowed himself to fully respond—very heady stuff that aroused Mugen to no end.

He began at a measured pace, feeling about halfway to his orgasm, and Jin flowed with him, accepting him as deep as he wanted. They fucked for a long while before he wanted Jin on his hands and knees. He obliged without question, dancing sweetly as Mugen leaned on his back and reached around to stroke him. Jin's skin was tangy from their earlier efforts, his scent stronger than usual, and he emitted little whimpers as Mugen moved in and out. It was the best buzz, feeding his need for a fix, the Jin-drug he required more and more.

But eventually, nibbling on neck and shoulders and whispering lewd intentions was not enough. Retreating, he flipped the pliant body over and thrust inside again, wanting to watch the alluring face as his attentions were received. He followed his heartbeat and danced an ancient rhythm, lost in the ecstasy of it, stroking into his lover as his lover stroked himself, both of them synchronized and vibrating with the force of what they were creating together.

Mugen felt as though his whole body was humming, singing, the pleasure at his core radiating outward into every cell. He knew Jin had to be reaching his limit but it was so goddamn good he didn't want it to end. It was the most erotic and tantalizing experience he'd ever had, the pull to continue overwhelming, his hips moving because they had to. But soon Jin's shaky voice was heard among the gasping and moaning.

“M-Mugen, I...don't know...I....” His grip on himself was white-knuckled.

“'S OK,” he murmured. “I'm close. Can you take more...more intense, a little longer?”

Jin opened his eyes and gave him a look, his seme persona flashing for a moment, if you can dish it out, little man, I can take it, then closed them again and shuddered. “Yes.”

Mugen poured a liberal splash of lube into his palm, wrapped his fingers around himself at Jin's entrance and began to thrust, pulling out and pushing through his fist back into the heat of Jin's body. It was like jacking off but a gazillion times better, even though he knew from experience that this kind of thrusting—pulling all the way out before pushing back in—was hard on the recipient. When things got intense for Jin he tended to get quiet, so his increasingly muted, “nhs” and “uhs” alerted Mugen that he needed to tune in and bring this party to a conclusion.

His hand provided the extra stimulation needed to finally bring him over, so he was right there when Jin went limp with a groan, his orgasm christening both their bellies. Jin's body relaxed so much, Mugen let go of himself and plowed deep, exploding as he watched Jin arch off the bed, his mouth open in a silent scream. Damn, damn, damn, it was so fucking good! He closed his eyes and collapsed onto the sweaty chest, his own heaving. He was comforted to know he could lay there and bliss out for as long as he wanted and the guy couldn't split on him.

OK, so he couldn't split, but he did stir...but only after a respectable amount of time, for once. Mugen's blissful doze ended abruptly when he was tipped off the cozy body and onto the cold sheets. Jin sat up, stretching and yawning. “I must use the bathroom before I go to sleep.” Mugen didn't doubt it, inwardly cringing at the sticky mess Jin would probably face. His was bad enough, and would require attention before he slept as well.

Jin stood up and walked toward the door, the tattoo on his ass causing Mugen a sudden fit of possessiveness. “Hey!” he called out. Jin stopped and turned to him, leaning against the doorframe, visibly wobbly. “You told me once you didn't want me sharing my ass with anyone. Well, I want the same deal. Since my name's on yours I want it to mean something.”

Jin blinked a few times, the tiniest smile hiding on his face, although Mugen couldn't tell exactly where. He hesitated a moment then inclined his head. “All right, Mugen, my ass is yours.” He turned and headed to the bathroom. “We'll talk about the rest of me another time.”

“Hey!” Mugen yelled at the footsteps disappearing down the hall. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

to be continued