Business as Usual, VIII
by Laura Bryannan

Mugen reached him first, and Jin received him hungrily. Mugen's kisses were becoming necessary, so there was deep relief and satisfaction to be in his arms again. Yuki snuggled behind Mugen, pulled Jin's towel off and dropped it to the floor. His hands were busy at Mugen's shirt and zipper, then Jin felt the welcome warmth of skin against his, a heated erection nudging his own.

Yuki stroked them both, and they backed away from each other just enough to give him room, moaning and squirming under his talented ministrations. Yuki reveled in his situation, having the two he lusted after most in his grasp. “I don't ever want to let go,” he declared passionately. Mugen chuckled against Jin's mouth, and Jin smiled indulgently. Sometimes his ex was truly adorable.

Finally satiated, Jin broke the kiss and shared appreciative glances with Mugen before turning him around to face Yuki, who had somehow shed his clothes as well. Mugen looked over his shoulder as if to ask, are you sure? Jin nodded, smiling, and Mugen couldn't believe his luck.

As they kissed and groped, Jin removed himself a few paces to admire the view, as he hadn't had a chance to get a good look at Mugen's body before tonight. He was an unusual but delicious color, reminding Jin of cafe latte, which was the only way he could drink the vile beverage. “Having a little coffee with your cream, Jin?” Yuki would tease. He'd noticed the tattoos before, but hadn't found a way to bring them up in conversation yet.

Yuki and Mugen were the same height, but Yuki was heavier built, broader across the shoulders and hips. Mugen was whippet thin but not scrawny, and Jin admired the perfect proportions of his body with a certain amount of jealousy. And then there was his ass. Mugen's ass was amazing. Yuki had the same kind of backside as Jin—rather flat and uninteresting—a thin man's ass. Mugen was skinny, but his ass was nicely formed, begging to be stroked, squeezed, pinched or spanked. Jin's hands itched to do so, but he restrained himself...for the time being.

Pleased that Yuki had chosen to light candles, Jin appreciated the lovers' reflections scattered in the mirrors, and purposely avoided looking at himself. He could admire his reflection clothed—he was tall and lean enough to look good in anything—but seeing himself naked always made him cringe. He could never get past the idea that Jack Skellington was looking back.

Mugen had one arm wrapped around Yuki's waist, and his other hand was reaching behind his balls, teasing the tight opening, seeking purchase. Yuki quivered and broke their kiss, sinking down on his knees to nuzzle Mugen's eager cock. “Wait,” he said. “Let me get to know you a bit first, this time, all right?”

Mugen grunted an assent and Yuki began to work. Mugen's mouth now available, Jin took the opportunity to claim it again, carding one hand into the spiky hair to hold him steady, and tweaking a nipple with the other. All too soon the object of their attention began to tremble and whimper. Mugen shook off Jin's kiss, panting, “Lemmie lay down, K?”

Jin chuckled and helped him, moving slowly enough that Yuki didn't need to stop his activities. Thus horizontal and accessible, Jin's cock complained that his tongue was having all the fun and demanded equal time. Delighting in the expressions playing across the alluring face as Yuki ministered to him, Jin straddled Mugen's shoulders and presented himself. His lover opened his eyes, smiling mischievously as his tongue slid out to touch the waiting member. He gave it a wanton slurp, and then beckoned it inside with the tip.

Jin entered the warmth with a groan, using one hand to support Mugen's head to keep his angle of thrust correct. Mugen was at his ass, roughly touching, tickling, poking an unlubed fingertip inside. Jin's body jerked in response, hitting the back of Mugen's throat, which opened and caressed him as Jin shuddered and moaned. Jin wanted to let go right then, pour himself into the hot passage, but self-discipline won out. Patience is called for here, he reminded himself, patience, patience.

And then Mugen was protesting, frowning, so Jin pulled out, realizing that Yuki's hands were on his shoulders. He had impaled himself on Mugen as Jin's attention was elsewhere and Mugen was clearly displeased. Jin backed away and sat down to enjoy the show.

“Dammit Yuki, get off!” Mugen ordered.

“Nope.” Yuki leaned over Mugen with a smoky expression, put his hands on his shoulders and purposefully ground himself onto the shuddering body. He pumped his hips seductively and Mugen couldn't help but thrust in response. He thrashed as Yuki danced, growling, then suddenly sat up. The momentum carried him forward and Yuki was surprised to find himself on his back. “Hey!” he cried.

“Much better,” Mugen declared, chuckling evilly. He thrust deep and Yuki squeaked.

“Oooh, Ryu-san!” he moaned.

“Oh for god's sake, call me Mugen.”

“Really?” Yuki flushed with pride. First names, equal terms...it was a big thing.

Mugen pushed Yuki's knees to his shoulders, got nose to nose, and reaffirmed, “Yeah.”

It had been a long time since anyone had a crush on him—not even Jin looked at him that way—so Mugen was getting off on all the hero worship vibes when something cool and tickly slid inside his ass. Guh! He spread his knees and shifted the angle of his hips to give Jin all the access he needed. Seated to the hilt inside Yuki, he stopped thrusting to feel everything Jin was doing. Holy shit, his fingers are talented! Soon his hips swayed of their own accord, and Yuki took up the dance in response. But eventually the teasing was creating too little heat and too much ache.

“Jinnnnn,” Mugen growled. “More.”

Jin obliged, settling behind and sinking himself into Mugen's body once again. This end was sweet too, Jin decided—just as hungry, just as hot, just as delicious. He found a rhythm and his lovers followed his lead. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out, so he reached between the two bodies, found Yuki, and began to stroke. Yuki opened his eyes and smiled at him, looking so wanton and grateful Jin's heart practically exploded in happiness.

Yuki was lusting after someone else and Jin felt tremendously relieved about it. That he was lusting after his own lover didn't bother him—at least, not at the moment. It felt so wonderful to have all that need focused elsewhere, it was like the weight of Atlas had fallen off his shoulders. He took a deep breath in response before returning his full attention to the body underneath him and the slippery cock in his hand.

“Oh my god,” Yuki cried out. “Come on, you guys. Do it!”

Jin pushed Mugen hard, shoving him into Yuki as he thrust ever deeper himself. Mugen was growling again, little curses peppering his vocalizations, so Jin knew he was close enough to let himself go. And then Yuki was singing, head thrashing, toes curled. He really is beautiful, Jin noted with fond appreciation.

“Shit, shit, goddamn fucking shit, fuckfuckfuck.....” Mugen was writhing, clenching him, making it impossible to hold on any longer. He came inside the shuddering, sweaty body, adoring the familiar musky scent. It was much nicer than the cologne he wore, although Jin liked the cologne too. His post-orgasmic musings were interrupted by a groan.

“Uh, guys,” came a weak voice from somewhere, “can ya get off please? You're smushing me.”

Jin gave the tasty shoulder at his disposal a nip and backed out, sitting next to them. Mugen disengaged after offering Yuki a lazy kiss, and receiving an enthusiastic hug in response. Yuki raised himself on an elbow and pushed the hair out of his face. “Wow!” he decided.

“Yeah,” Mugen agreed, nodding.

“Thank you both,” said Jin, smiling appreciatively.

“I'm hungry,” Mugen declared. “Wasn't there something about food in this invitation?” Yuki giggled. “So if you train the living room,” he continued, “where do you live?”

“In the dining room,” Jin and Yuki replied at the same time, smiling about it.

“You got cable?”

“Of course!” Jin was offended.

“They're replaying the Shogaku game at eleven-thirty.” All was forgiven.

“High school baseball?” Yuki groused. “Give me a fucking break!”

“Come on, Yuki,” Jin bargained. “I'll buy dinner.”

“Most boring game on the face of the earth,” he complained.

“Shut up!” they replied, in unison.

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The rest of Jin's apartment was almost as spare as the living room. What would have been the dining room held a couch, a chair, an end table and a coffee table. There was a neutral-colored rug of modern abstract design on the floor. A modest wall unit housed a TV and an entertainment system. The room was devoid of any personal effects except for portraits of a man and a woman on one wall. Mugen wondered if they were Jin's parents or grandparents.

Jin sank into the chair, leaving Mugen and Yuki to share the couch. They ordered dinner and set up camp in front of the TV to watch Friday's game. Yuki grumbled a bit more about it and then pulled out a book, ignoring them.

Their meal arrived, but the peace of their dining experience was marred by Mugen's cell. It began ringing every five minutes. He had it set on vibrate, but they could still tell every time it went off, and wondered why he didn't pick up.

“Why don't you just answer it?” Yuki finally asked when it happened again.

Mugen shook his head. “Don't want to. It's the ex.”

“The ex?” Jin and Yuki inquired, leaning forward, eager to learn more. Yuki asked him, “How long ex?”

“Almost a year,” Mugen replied. “She's still not with the program, though.”

“She?!?” they sputtered, eyes wide in amazement.

Mugen shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “I swing both ways, what can I say?”

“The woman you were with the other night?” Jin asked.

“Yeah,” Mugen replied. “That's her.”

“Not bad,” Yuki noted. Jin nodded in agreement.

“Kohza's been like my emergency fall back lover from the beginning.”

“Kohza?” Jin and Yuki eyed each other. Yuki arched a brow. “Not Nakasone Kohza....” he wondered.

“How would you know that?” Mugen asked, frowning. Jin and Yuki were staring at each other, muttering things like “Amazing!” and “Unbelievable!” It was creepy. He didn't like it.

“Well, Mugen,” Jin explained, “we've had some run-ins with her brother over the years, and I've spoken with her on the phone more than once. Small world, eh?”

Mugen looked at Jin intently, his blood running cold. “You've had run-ins with Mukuro? What kinds of run-ins?”

“We fish in the same pond, so to speak,” Jin told him. “He doesn't like losing workers to us, but we often manage to steal them.”

“And protect them afterwards,” Yuki added, looking as grim and determined as Jin.

“Kohza seems to be...um...saner than Mukuro, however,” Jin said carefully. He'd found the woman to be duplicitous and self-serving, but wasn't about to say it. And he allowed that, considering she was his ex, perhaps Mugen did too.

“Uh, well...a little saner, I guess,” Mugen agreed, feeling uncomfortable. Mukuro was a shit and a half, a very dangerous man. His own experiences of him bordered on horrific. It made Mugen unhappy that the stains of his youth were touching this new relationship. He didn't want his scene with Jin to be haunted by any of the mess from his past. “I've been backing away from all that for a long time now,” he told them. “All that shit I did when I was young and stupid.”

Jin and Yuki nodded, both tempted to ask, “Like what?” but deciding not to. “Wouldn't it just frost her ass to know who you're with now?” Yuki mused, grinning. “That gang hates us.”

Mugen shuddered. Frost her ass would probably be putting it mildly. His phone went off again and he sighed. It would look whipped, but he knew it was never going to end until he picked up.

“Hey,” he said. There was a pause and then, “Hanging with some friends.” The voice talking to him went on for a while, evoking the following response, “No.” More one-sided discussion ensued, to which he replied, “No, Kohza. And I ain't picking up again so stop calling.” He clicked the phone off and shrugged. “Once I answer she usually leaves me alone.”

Jin and Yuki looked at each other and Mugen could see them taking it all in. His past was not pretty and he'd hoped to keep it in his past. That it was creeping into his relationship with Jin, rearing its ugly head unbidden, gave him a sense of foreboding that threatened to ruin the evening.

“Mugen?” The deep, quiet voice startled him back into the present. “Are you all right?” Jin looked genuinely concerned, and Mugen was touched.

He ran his hand through his hair and forced a smile. “Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Gimme the shrimp, K?”

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The game was over and dinner consumed. Jin watched Mugen stretch and extricate himself from Yuki, who had fallen asleep with his head on his thigh a half hour ago. “It's late. I should get going,” he announced.

“You're welcome to stay,” Jin told him, beckoning him over.

Mugen plopped into his lap with a grin, and Jin welcomed his kiss. It was sweet and languid, with no sense of urgency. After their adventure earlier that evening, neither had enough life force left for further diversions.

“I'd rather stay,” Mugen said, “but it'll take me fifteen minutes to cab uptown now, a half hour tomorrow morning.” Jin nodded, knowing it was true, but he was reluctant to let go of the delicious body in his arms. He sought another kiss and Mugen melted against his chest, both of them emitting little contented sounds as they tasted and explored.

“Thanks for inviting me over,” Mugen said when they finally let each other go. “I had a great time.”

“It was Yuki's idea,” Jin told him, “but I'm glad you were willing. It was wonderful.”

“About Yuki....” Mugen began, eying the sleeping form on the couch. “I'm not sure I get your scene with him, or what kind of scene is OK for me to have with him.”

“If you care about him, I don't mind if the two of you see each other,” Jin said. “I don't want to be supplanted, of course, and I can't promise not to be jealous if I feel that happening. But he's got a big crush on you and that makes me happy. He's my oldest and dearest friend, and I'll always want the best for him.”

“Well, I'm sure as hell not the best, but....” Mugen shrugged. “Uh, it's not a requirement, is it? You're not really a package deal, right?”

“Of course not!” Jin sputtered.

“Good.” Mugen seemed reassured. “Can I see you tomorrow...er, well...today after work?”

“Yes, I'd like that.”

“OK, I'll call you.” Mugen reluctantly got up, buttoning his shirt. Jin followed him to the front door and waited as he put his shoes on. When he finished, Mugen stood there fidgeting for a moment before blurting, “About Mukuro....”

Jin put a finger to his lips. “Look, Mugen, I've been dealing with Mukuro for years longer than I've known you. He's a thug, a dangerous one, but nothing I can't handle.”

“That's not what I meant,” Mugen continued, looking uncomfortable. “I was a member of that gang too...a long time ago. Did a lot of shitty things in my day.”

Jin shrugged. “My background is far from pristine.”

Mugen snorted. “How bad can it be? You don't have a criminal record.”

“How do you know that?”

Mugen hemmed and hawed, looking embarrassed, and Jin's anger arose unbidden. How does he do it? he asked himself. How does he manage to piss me off every time he opens his mouth? He counted to ten and took a deep breath. He didn't want to be angry at Mugen. It had been such a lovely evening.

“I suppose I should feel flattered you've been snooping on me,” Jin finally said, trying not to smile at how relieved Mugen looked. But he had started a pissing contest and a pissing contest he was going to get. “You're correct,” Jin continued, “I don't have a criminal record...any longer. It was expunged when I turned eighteen.”

Mugen's eyes widened. “Seriously?”

He sounded so incredulous, Jin felt supremely annoyed. Deciding he'd had enough for the night, he opened the door and gave Mugen a shove through it. “Seriously. Now go away before you piss me off some more.”

“What did you do?” Mugen wasn't sure he could survive the night not knowing.

“Go home, Mugen,” Jin insisted. “One day I'll show you mine if you show me yours, but not tonight.”

“But....”

“Good night, Mugen,” Jin said, smiling to himself as he shut the door.

to be continued