Business as Usual, VI
by Laura Bryannan

Jin had his suspicions about where Yuki disappeared to, and all was confirmed when he returned to the office with his lower lip swollen and bruised, reeking of Ryu-san's cologne.

“Did you have a nice time?” Jin asked.

“Y-Yes. Yes, I did,” came the quiet reply. Jin would have preferred a gloating smirk to the subdued, blushing Yuki who quickly buried his face in the accounts payable spreadsheet and didn't look up again.

Jin's cell started ringing soon after, but he refused to pick up. Ryu-san called every hour for the rest of the afternoon, but Jin had nothing to say to the man. Yuki finally made motions to leave a little after six.

“Um...will I see you later?” he asked, hesitantly.

“No, Yuki. I believe I'll go home this evening.”

Yuki sighed. “Okay. I guess I should've expected that. See you tomorrow, then.” He looked at Jin searchingly, and Jin smiled. He wasn't angry...not at Yuki, anyway.

“Goodbye, Yuki,” Jin replied, shocked at how final the words sounded to his ears.

Yuki blinked a few times, apparently noticing. “Bye,” he whispered, then turned and fled.

Exiting the building an hour later, Jin saw Ryu-san across the street leaning against a limo and became enraged. The guy was a glutton for punishment, Jin decided. Ryu-san nodded as he approached. Jin nodded back, smiling, and shot a heel into his mid-section. As Ryu-san doubled over with a groan, Jin pivoted and landed another kick to his jaw. Ryu-san went down.

Jin stood nearby, waiting to make sure he came to—silently daring the driver to come out—and noticed that Ryu-san's upper lip was swollen and bruised like Yuki's, with a distinct circle of bite marks. Jin would have laughed if he hadn't been so pissed off. Finally, Ryu-san roused, groaning.

“Shit!” he said, rubbing his cheek. “I deserved that...I guess.”

“You hurt him, Ryu-san, and I'll fucking kill you,” Jin stated.

“Oh, I get it. That's your job, huh?”

“Fuck off!”

“And I'm back to Ryu-san? You gave me the best blowjob of my life yesterday and you're calling me Ryu-san? Hell, and I thought we were making some progress....”

“Shut up!” Jin turned to leave.

“Goddamn Samurai Twins,” Ryu-san grumbled. “Don't know if you're worth it. Might kill me first.”

“What?!?” Jin turned back. “What did you call us?”

“Samurai Twins, Hardy Boys, Tweedledum and Tweedledee...what the hell am I supposed to think? You show up in my lap like a fucking package deal. Blue Light Special. Don't get pissed at me cuz I take you up on it.”

Jin sighed. “Couldn't you have restrained yourself?”

“Hell no!” Ryu-san exclaimed. “Yuki's hot. And he's still in love with you even though you're not, so I know how the guy feels. You got a stick so far up your ass there's no room for me, so maybe Yuki's gonna be the better fit.”

Jin nodded cooly, and began to walk away. “I agree. I believe he's the better choice. Just do right by him, Ryu-san, that's all I ask. Goodnight.”

“Hey! Wait!” Ryu-san tried to get up, but his head began to spin. “Damn!” There was no way he could give chase on his feet. Stumbling into the limo, he called to the driver.

“Follow him.”

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Hey, I wanna talk to you,” Mugen called out the window.

“Fuck off,” came the reply.

“Come on, get in the car,” Mugen wheedled. “Just for a minute.”

“Leave me alone, Ryu-san. I have nothing to say to you,” Jin stated firmly, walking faster. The limo kept up.

“OK, so you're chicken.”

“You cannot goad me with such childishness.”

“I'm disappointed. I thought you had more balls than that.”

Jin stopped, glaring. “Why are you plaguing me?”

“Get in and I'll tell you. Can't talk out the goddamn window all day.” Mugen inwardly cheered and called for the driver to stop as Jin approached. He opened the door and Jin got inside, sitting across from him.

“What do you want, Ryu-san?”

“Fuck me.”

Jin barked a bitter laugh and shook his head. “Fuck you? Hurt you, more like.”

“Whatever. You already got a head start.”

“I'm serious.”

“Come on. I can't promise how long the offer will stand. Don't put myself in that position normally.”

“Am I supposed to feel flattered?”

“Yes. If you're pissed at me, do something about it.”

Jin's eyes narrowed dangerously and Mugen shivered. Oh yeah! This is what he craved—to test himself against Jin's steel once more. The guy was scary and he loved it.

“Take off your clothes,” Jin commanded.

Mugen blanched. “Here?!? In the limo?” The driver's partition was up and the windows were smoked, but....

“Now!”

Mugen thought about it, then took his jacket off and lay it on the seat. Loosening his tie, it joined the jacket, and he tugged his shirt out of his slacks. He unbuttoned it slowly to keep his hands from shaking, pulling the cuff links and stashing them in a pocket. Jin was sitting with his arms folded across his chest wearing an unreadable expression, and Mugen couldn't look him in the eye as he shrugged out of his shirt for fear he'd blush.

Shoes and socks came off next, and there was only a brief hesitation before Mugen unbuckled his belt, raised his hips, and slid out of his boxers and slacks. Unsure of what to do with his hands, he scratched his head, felt too exposed with arms across his chest, and finally settled with them clasped at his knees. Feeling very weird, he waited, hoping Jin didn't notice the goosebumps and his pounding heart. His erection...well, there was no mistaking that.

“I have no lube and no condoms,” Jin finally said.

Mugen fished in his pants pocket and tossed a small bottle in Jin's lap. “Got lube, anyway.”

“Turn over,” Jin ordered. Mugen complied, glad to not be facing him any longer. He knelt on the floor, leaning over the seat, and heard Jin unzip his pants. Cool, wet fingers danced around his ass briefly, one sliding inside to lube him up, but doing nothing more enticing than that. Then came the stinging pressure of Jin himself. Mugen was no virgin, but it had been a long time since he'd allowed anyone in. If Jin had wanted to hurt him he could have, but gave him time instead—let him adjust to the invasion at his own pace—and he was grateful.

When Mugen's shuddering body finally accepted him, Jin seated himself fully, claiming the territory as his own. Mugen clenched, holding, amazed at the depths he was plundered, and Jin pulsed in response. They silently conversed for a short while, then Jin began to move. The pace was measured and deliberate, the only variable being the depth and angle of penetration. There were no caresses, no words of encouragement or endearment. Mugen could feel Jin's hands on his hips, holding him where he wanted to aim his thrusts, but that was the only contact—that and the hot member stirring up his guts.

Jin wasn't fucking him so much as goading him, teasing him, working him into a lather. It went on and on, and Mugen became ever more stimulated but no closer to orgasm. He would have preferred a pounding, white stabs of heat burning until it exploded in glorious release. Instead, Jin's languid movements drove him crazy. He ached, he suffered, his body screamed for more, but Jin showed no signs he was close to orgasm. How could the guy keep it up for so long?

“Come on, man,” Mugen whispered. “I can't take this.”

“All right,” Jin decided, pulling out. “Turn over.” He lifted Mugen's hips and shoved them onto the seat.

“Wait. That's not what I meant,” Mugen protested. The idea of facing Jin in such a weakened condition made him quail. He couldn't contain his moans as Jin thrust back inside and resumed his maddeningly slow pace. Mugen squirmed underneath, trying to get more stimulation, but it didn't work.

“Please, Jin,” he begged. “Make me cum.”

“Jack yourself off if you want. I don't care.”

“I don't wanna cum if you're gonna keep fucking me for another half hour.”

Jin smirked, then leaned down, taking Mugen's injured upper lip in between his own and sucking, not too gently, reminding him of his transgressions. Mugen whimpered and yanked Jin's ponytail in retaliation, but Jin added teeth, so he let go. Jin did too.

“Jack off, Ryu-san. I'm close.”

“OK, OK, but fuck me already! You can give me more than....”

“This?”

“Guh! Oh yeah!” Jin drilled him mercilessly and Mugen finally received the pounding he'd been craving. He reached down and eagerly began the practiced movements that would bring himself off.

He could feel Jin watching. Waiting. The guy's control was amazing, and not something Mugen had anticipated, but he knew Jin would not release until he did. Accomplishing the task took some time, considering he had cum a few hours earlier. But remembering that scene brought him closer to his orgasm, and fantasizing about being sandwiched in between the two of them brought him even closer.

Jin pushed Mugen's knees into his shoulders and attacked his prostate. Mugen finally released with a string of curses, barely aware of Jin's restrained moans as he came himself. There was a minute of communion, barriers down, as they saluted the other's performance, and then a brief but soulful kiss that surprised them into opposite responses. Mugen drifted blissfully....

And Jin backed out. He made use of a towel hanging by the mini-bar and zipped up. Mugen could barely focus, let alone stop him, but the emptiness he felt was startling, too abrupt, and he didn't like it. Why did the guy have to be such a shit?

“That was quite satisfying, Ryu-san,” Jin announced. “You're a nice piece of ass.” He opened the door and exited the limo before his stupefied lover could protest.

“Damn!” Mugen flopped back onto the seat in frustration. He was a sticky mess with an aching head, an aching ass and a bloody lip, alone once more. He couldn't figure it out. Every time he tried to get the upper hand with the stuck-up shit he screwed up somehow. The guy kept doing numbers on him then taking off. Just wait till next time, he assured himself. Next time, I'll top him or die trying!


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Jin ignored Ryu-san's calls for two days, and if he and Yuki were spending time together, Yuki was being blessedly discrete about it, so Jin's anger at the situation dissipated. Finally he felt balanced enough to enter the battlefield once again, and picked up.

“Come over and watch the game with me,” Ryu-san proposed.

“The Giants?” Jin asked, incredulously. “You follow baseball?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Jin was interested in spite of himself. He liked baseball and Yuki did not. Yuki was a soccer fan, and it was one of the few topics they insulted each other about. The idea of watching the game with someone else actually sounded like fun. “All right,” Jin decided. “Should I bring anything?”

“Just whatever you want to drink if it ain't beer or sake.”

And so Jin found himself on Ryu-san's couch, munching dinner they'd ordered in, sake in hand. The team hadn't been doing so well in recent years and this game was no different, but Jin enjoyed commiserating with a fellow fan tremendously. His estimation of Ryu-san increased every time they cursed the ump at the same time or agreed on a player error. They spent the entire evening without jousting, and it was good.

By the time the game was over—Giants 3, Golden Eagles 5—Jin was pleasantly soused. Not enough to get sick, not enough to pass out, just nicely sloshed. So when Ryu-san came in from the kitchen and sat next to him, he did not object. He allowed the kiss, enjoying the feel of Ryu-san's arm around his shoulders. Ryu-san's hand was flat on his chest, and Jin felt the heat from it seeping into him, warming his heart and waking him up.

Ryu-san reached under his shirt and began to stroke—along his side, under his arm, thumb grazing a nipple—firmly enough to not tickle much, but enough to cause Jin to shudder involuntarily. He was drifting, allowing the warmth, the sensations and the sake to turn off his mind so his body could come out to play. There was a brief consideration, should I let him? Yes, he decided. He'd fucked Ryu-san first, and that was enough to establish his superiority, plus he was curious what kind of skills the guy had, so he relaxed and slid into dreamspace.

When Ryu-san's mouth left his, there was disappointment, but he gasped in appreciation when it latched onto his left nipple. It felt electrifying, and he was amazed. When Yuki teased him there it always felt irritating, never erotic. He'd grit his teeth, trying to resist the urge to flick the bothersome bug away, and could rarely tolerate the activity for long. Ryu-san was doing...something...and every flick or nip went straight to his cock. The sensations jolted him, causing his body to arch and writhe in ways he was unaware of. But Ryu-san's chuckling broke the spell.

“What's so funny?” Jin mustered the wherewithal to ask.

“Gotta get you drunk more often.”

Jin sighed. “Be quiet, Ryu-san,” he said. “You were doing so well. Don't ruin things by talking.”

Ryu-san growled. “You call me by my family name again, and I'm done.” He removed his hands from Jin's body to emphasize the point.

“All right, um...Mugen,” Jin responded. “Please shut up and continue.”

Mugen rolled his eyes but honored the request, kissing him again, teasing the roof of his mouth with the steel in his tongue. Jin would capture it now and again, closing his teeth so the barbell could not escape, and tickle the tip of it with his own while it's owner squeaked. The kissing drugged Jin, as it always did, the sake only enhancing the spell. The fiery mouth began at his throat, wandered down his arm, biting inner elbow and then moving to attack a nipple. It dipped into his navel and he squirmed. Oh please, lower, lower.... The heated dream returned, and he reveled in the sensations.

Mugen was in mid-kiss when he gathered Jin up and lifted him off the couch, so he had little ability to protest. A disturbing image of a bride being carried over the threshold entered Jin's mind, but he tried to ignore it. Mugen lay him on his bed and renewed his ministrations—kissing, laving, biting, sucking—and the distracting thoughts disappeared immediately.

At some point Jin realized his jeans were off. When did that happen? The ardent mouth was upon him again, and all his questions about what Mugen could do with the steel in his tongue were answered. Gods, the guy was talented...and blessedly thorough. Jin felt no urgency, no need to cum. In fact, he never wanted it to stop.

Warmth took him in, set his spine on fire, made him feel so alive, so aroused, it was like basking in a benevolent sun. He felt welcomed, cared for, tended in the most delicious way. And when that warmth wandered lower, where Yuki had never ventured, he was incredulous but grateful. Oh gods yes! It was as good as he'd always fantasized it would be. He was teased, opened, entered. It was heavenly. Don't stop, don't stop. Please don't stop. It didn't, not for a long time. His awareness was focused on every caress and every invasion, savoring the rapture.

When the warmth left him he ached for its return, but only for a moment. There was more tickling and then he was entered again, deeper this time, scratching an itch he hadn't known existed. Finger. Yes. More. Another. His cock was swallowed and his mind went white. It was almost enough to force the sting of the stretching from his awareness. But the fingers inside him knew how to cajole and soothe, and he was soon thrusting himself upon them shamelessly, unaware of his dance and how much Mugen was appreciating it.

Eventually there was a problem. Discomfort was poking at his consciousness, waking him from his intoxicating reverie, and he whimpered and thrashed his head in protest. It's him. Don't know if I can...he's so thick. Mugen's mouth took his again, entrancing him, ravishing him, and he relaxed once more.

“Shhh, easy,” Mugen whispered against his lips, “we're almost there, I can feel it. Let me try something, K?” Jin murmured an assent, and felt himself gathered into those strong arms again. Mugen knelt up, hugging him to his chest, holding him poised over the weapon only partially impaling him. And then he let go. Gravity did its work and Jin slid downward with a scream, although it was more in surprise than pain. Taken to the hilt, the burn was unmistakable, but so was the pleasure.

It was overwhelming enough that he opened his eyes and blinked in surprise to discover Mugen. That's right. It's him. He's doing this to me. But there was lust and appreciation reflected in the alluring face, so he smiled instead of bristled, and sought a kiss.

Mugen lay him down, began to move and he was lost again. So full, so complete, so utterly satisfying. The rhythm of life...like the sea, like breathing. Accepting and releasing, allowing the emptiness only because it meant the filling, again and again. The sensations washed over and through, surrounding him in a fierce heat that finally exploded, consumed and left him essentially unconscious.

There was a blanket. A warm body snuggling behind, enveloping arms into which he blissfully settled.

“You're fucking amazing, you know that?” his lover whispered. Jin smiled and slept.

to be continued