Business as Usual, VII
by Laura Bryannan

Mugen awoke, startled for a moment to find another body in his bed. It was not his way to invite lovers into his home, for he preferred to fuck and run. But seeing the gentle slopes of the pale form evoked fond memories of the night before and he grinned, happy that this particular body was still within arm's reach.

His morning woody was present and accounted for, and he debated about what to do with it. Should he take care of matters now or wait until Jin woke up? He'd been amazed at what a few bottles of sake did to the guy—his utter submission to Mugen's every desire and the intensity of his ecstasy. Mugen couldn't remember when he'd had so much fun in bed. Raising his hands to his nose, he found Jin's scent still present, which did nothing to reduce the urgency in his groin.

Would the guy wake up passionate or prickly? Mugen couldn't call it, but he didn't have long to wait. Jin turned over, offering him a sleepy but warm smile, and Mugen's heart lept.

“Hey,” he said, smiling back, pointedly eyeballing the tented blanket at Jin's hips. “Ya got something for me?”

Jin chuckled. “Mi casa, su casa,” he said.

“Huh?”

“Oh, come here,” Jin commanded, grabbing a shock of spiky hair and pulling Mugen into a kiss that left them both breathless. Mugen reached for the lube and felt the body beneath him tense, but when he slathered Jin and not himself, he received a look of appreciation so smoky and welcoming he shivered in anticipation.

Poised over Jin's hips, Mugen lowered himself slowly, glorying in every expression that played across his lover's face. When he was fully taken he leaned down and touched noses with the beautiful man holding dominion inside his body. “Ummm,” he observed.

“Ummmhmmm,” came the reply. Jin took hold of Mugen's hips and arranged him, finding the ways they fit together closest, deepest...and when it felt right the cock inside him pulsed and throbbed and Mugen's body clenched in response. They shared a most stimulating silent conversation, and made several decisions.

Mugen nodded and began to move. He closed his eyes and listened for the inner music that would sustain his dance. Nothing languid or classic this morning, his need was too urgent. Hip hop scratching with a dirty bassline. Oh yeah! He rocked, strutted and worked the hottest burlesque his appreciative lover had ever experienced.

Jin's body spasmed, losing the beat. And then Mugen's did too, as the talented hand upon him stroked it's own intense rhythm. He could feel Jin trembling as he released inside, and then he was cumming too, arched back and cursing at the heavens. Finally spent, he collapsed and shared a panting kiss with his most yummy playmate, not wanting the morning to end, not wanting to let him get away.

“There's a great brunch place just around the block. Wanna check it out?” he asked.

“I don't know,” Jin debated. “I should go home and practice my kata.” He rolled on his side, toppling Mugen onto the bed.

“It's Sunday,” Mugen protested. “Be lazy. Train tomorrow.”

“All right, I am hungry. I've got to piss, though.”

Jin slid out of bed and stretched, while Mugen lay back and enjoyed the view. But when he saw the mark on Jin's ass, he squawked so loudly Jin startled and looked at him in confusion. Mugen lept forward, grabbed Jin's hips and turned him around to get a closer view.

“No way...no fucking way....” Mugen murmured. He rubbed his thumb over the mark, and started to giggle. “It's a tattoo. It's really a tattoo,” he observed, cackling louder. “I don't fucking believe it!”

“What's wrong with you?” Jin asked, frowning. Mugen couldn't speak. He was laughing so hard he thought he'd piss himself, rolling around on the bed. Jin was getting angry. Mugen could see the shutters going up, closing him out, but he couldn't stop. It was just too fucking funny. By the time he reached some level of self-control, wiping the tears from his eyes and gasping for breath, Jin was dressed and headed toward the door.

“Wait!” he called. “Look, I can't help it. You've got my name inked on your ass!”

Jin froze in shock, scowling. “I do not!”

“You do!” The giggles were threatening to begin again. The look on Jin's face was hilarious.

“It's an infinity sign,” Jin protested. “You've got shit for brains.”

“But that's what my name means,” Mugen informed him. “No limits...infinite. I used to sign my name that way when I was a kid...still do sometimes. When did you get it? It doesn't look new.”

“None of your business,” Jin replied in a huff. Mugen dissolved into merriment again. My name's on his ass! It's mine! All mine! No matter how he tried, he couldn't stop giggling. The situation was too damn priceless. He watched helplessly as Jin exited the room, and when the front door slammed he was still laughing.

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Jin spent the day alone, unable to find peace, so when Yuki called that evening, begging to come over, he agreed to the visit. It would be comforting to spend some time with his beloved.

Yuki inhaled deeply as he settled onto the couch next to Jin. “Ahh...guess I don't need to ask where you were last night.”

Jin sighed. He hadn't washed on purpose, enjoying how his body responded every time Mugen's scent wafted into his awareness. The situation was awkward, to say the least.

“He's hot!” Yuki observed, breaking the silence.

Jin arched an eyebrow and peered at him. “Yes,” he agreed, “but infuriating.”

“I've got a crush on him, you know. Do you?”

Jin chuckled. “A crush? No. Something else, I don't know what. Have you seen him again, Yuki?”

Yuki shook his head. “He hasn't called me. I suppose he'd fuck me again if I chased his ass but....” He shrugged. Jin was pleased. Mugen was calling him...often. “Have you fucked him yet?” Yuki asked.

“Yes.”

“What's he like?”

“Yuki!” Jin sputtered. “I can't have this conversation with you.”

“Oh come on!” Yuki wheedled. “I'll never get to, so spill it. I bet you really did a number on him,” he said, shuddering, recalling numerous past encounters with Jin. “Was he quiet? Is he a screamer? Is he tight? Did he beg? Gimmie the goods, loverboy.” He put on his best puppydog face and panted quietly.

“I don't begrudge your interest, Yu-chan,” Jin replied. “He's disturbingly alluring. I'm attracted, despite the fact that he's always laughing at me and I'm always pissed at him.”

“Jin, you're the most unfunny person I've ever met,” Yuki protested. “What could he be laughing at?”

“Know what he calls us?” Jin asked. Yuki was curious. “The Samurai Twins.”

Yuki snorted, grinning. “That's perfect! I love it.” Suddenly he focused, looking at Jin with smoky resolve. “Samurai Twin sandwich, Ryu-san Special, hmmmm? That would be tasty.”

Jin returned the smoky look, smiling conspiratorially. “What you do with him is your business, Yuki. As I said, I won't begrudge you.” He chuckled a little, then took a deep breath. “I'll not deny the idea hasn't occurred to me, but right now I'm not sure about anything. The guy keeps finding new ways to piss me off.”

Yuki saw the opening. “So what were you pissed about today? How come you're here and not there?”

It had taken all day, but Jin was finally coming to terms with his tattoo. Enough so that he almost felt content with it. He'd chosen the mark to represent the rest of his life and, strangely, Mugen seemed to fit that. It made no sense at all, but felt right in some deep way. So he almost felt proud when he shared the story with Yuki.

“Do you want to hear something funny?” Jin asked.

“Well, yeah!”

“I've got his name tattooed on my ass.”

“What! No way!” Yuki bristled. “It's an infinity sign, isn't it?”

“That's what his name means, how he's signed it since he was a kid.”

“Oh my god, Jin! That's too fucking weird!” Yuki began giggling and giggling and giggling....

Jin expected it and waited patiently. “You see?” he said finally, after the laughter had subsided. “He thought it was funny too.”

“Oh, Jin. I'm sorry if it's ruined your ink for you,” Yuki began, “but man, it is pretty funny.” He chuckled more then cleared his throat. Looking at Jin with lust in his heart, he proposed, “Fuck me, tonight.”

“No Yuki. I should never have pulled you back in over this. I feel horrible about it.”

“Stop trying to protect me. I know what I'm doing.” He leaned toward the stiff, reluctant frame and nuzzled into the pale neck, pleased to discover the pulse there beating faster than normal.

Jin grabbed Yuki's shoulders and pushed him away. “No Yuki, it's wrong.”

Yuki pushed back, grabbing Jin's wrists and pulling them up behind his head. “Wrong's my middle name.”

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Mugen called Jin a few times after he left, but he never picked up. Not that Mugen was surprised. Jin usually kept him waiting. And, considering his misbehavior this morning, it would probably be days before Jin answered the phone. Mugen didn't think he should be held responsible for finding humor in the situation, though. A guy would have to be dead not to laugh.

It was after eight. Not feeling optimistic, he decided to give it one last try before finding something else to do. He was amazed when Jin answered.

“Yes, Mugen.” The deep voice gave him chills up his back.

“Hey, what's up?” he asked, feeling more hopeful by the second.

“Oh, I'm here with Yuki,” Jin replied.

Mugen felt a stab of jealousy pierce his heart. Jealousy, stomach-churning anger and....

“Would you like to come over?”

...his knees gave out. “Uhhhh...what?” He sat on the floor, dumbfounded.

“Come over, Mugen,” Jin repeated. “We're...hungry.” He heard a gale of laugher in the background and wasn't sure if he was going to get tricked or treated, but decided to take a chance.

“Gimmie a half hour,” Mugen told him, and lept into the shower to get ready.

Exactly thirty minutes later, Yuki opened the door. “Come on in. Jin's showering,” he was informed. Mugen stepped inside and his eyes popped. He had his largest bedroom dedicated to training, but Jin's entire living room was empty, mats covering the floor with various mismatched, full-length mirrors leaning against the walls. One beautiful, but ancient-looking, daisho sat on its stand in front of the fireplace.

“Holy shit! This is great!” Mugen enthused. “What does he study?”

“The easiest way to describe it is an old form of kendo,” Yuki told him. “But it's an amazing space, isn't it?” He caught the unawares Mugen by the arm and knocked his feet out from under him, toppling him neatly on his ass. “A ha! Just where you belong,” he giggled.

“What the fuck?” came the startled response. Mugen rammed his shoulder into Yuki's knees and sent him flying over his back. Yuki deftly somersaulted and came up in battle stance, smiling with steel in his eyes. “Is this how you treat all your guests?” Mugen inquired, finding his attacks expertly parried.

“You're not my guest,” Yuki sniffed. “Besides it's all your fault he won't fuck me anymore, so you owe me mister.”

Mugen flipped, dodged and finally managed to pin the shit to the mat. Sitting triumphantly on Yuki's hips—it made him strangly happy to learn they weren't getting it on—he panted into the smirking face, wondering what was so funny. “Owe you! What the hell do I owe you?”

“You owe me a fuck,” Yuki informed him. “A consolation fuck. A courtesy fuck. A thanks for giving me your goddamn lover fuck.”

“Does he know about this?” Mugen asked, incredulous.

“Who invited you?”

“Holy shit!”

“You against the idea?”

“Hell no! It's just...a little surprising, is all.” He peered down at Yuki, who was getting his breath back too, trying to take it all in. Yuki looked so much like Jin and yet he was completely different. He was like the anti-Jin, Mugen thought. Was he really going to have them both tonight? It seemed too good to be true.

Yuki wrapped his arms around Mugen's shoulders and pulled him down. Yuki still tasted of anise, and was a more passive kisser than Jin. He let Mugen dominate and that's the way Mugen liked it, so it was good. It wasn't until they came up for air much later that they noticed Jin's presence. Startled, they turned to him, both looking like naughty children caught red-handed.

“Boys, boys,” Jin purred, “starting without me?” Two jaws dropped to the floor. Hair down and still wet, clad only in a navy towel tied at his hips, Jin was a sight to behold.

The two playmates scuffling on the floor looked at each other. One arched brow, one brief nod in response and they pounced.

to be continued