Business as Usual, IX
by Laura Bryannan

The Master of Seduction had everything prepared. Dinner was ordered. Booze was chilling in the fridge. When Jin walked through the door everything in him screamed, Want! Now! But the small amount of civilizing that had sunk into his brain insisted it would be uncool and impolite to jump the guy before he fed him, so he decided to be patient and bide his time.

“I really shouldn't,” Jin said, when Mugen offered him sake. “Alcohol and I do not get along.”

“You were fine the other night,” he argued.

“That was a fluke,” Jin replied, but Mugen insisted, so Jin took the bottle. Mugen knew that Jin had consumed two and half bottles of sake the other evening, so he was ready to push a similar amount on him tonight. He'd ordered dinner from a different place so as to not appear too obvious, but otherwise the game plan was Do What Worked Last Time.

The Master of Seduction felt proud of his strategy and looked forward to another amazing evening. In the meantime, he was mesmerized by everything the guy did. The way those unimaginably long fingers held his chopsticks as he ate, the thoughtful way he chewed his food, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Yes, The Master of Seduction was in heat, but he couldn't remember when he'd felt so alive, so he wasn't complaining.

When Jin finished his first bottle, another magically appeared in his hand. “No Mugen,” Jin protested. “I've had enough. Really.”

“Aw, come on,” Mugen wheedled. “Just one more. We haven't finished eating yet.” Jin sighed, then reluctantly agreed, and the Master of Seduction's fate was sealed.

Mugen's mind was wandering again, remembering how different Jin looked with his hair down last night, how silky it was and how good it smelled—how good Jin smelled in general. The guy's scent could make him hard in a second. He was hard, he realized, the discomfort in his jeans rousing him from his musings.

Mugen picked up the remains of dinner, declining Jin's offer to help, and carried everything off to the kitchen. He could have killed for a cigarette, but was learning how to deal with his habit around a non-smoking lover. Jin didn't seem to mind that he always tasted of tobacco, but he didn't want to shove it up the guy's nose. He took one last swig of sake before savoring what was to come. It was finally time! The moment he'd been dreaming of all night.

The Master of Seduction entered the living room with a barely-contained swagger. He had even unbuttoned his shirt to enhance the effect. Wait! What the hell? The Master of Seduction was most dismayed to find the object of his affection horizontal on the couch, eyes closed, a dreamy expression on his face. He poked the resplendent figure, his heart sinking.

“Hey!”

Jin stirred, opening his eyes a fraction, and smiled sleepily. “Oh...Mugen.” The eyes closed again.

Mugen shook him harder. “Come on, Jin. What the fuck? Wake up!”

“Mmmm,” Jin murmured. “All right.” Then he promptly dozed off once more.

The Master of Seduction did not understand. The plan was a good plan. It had worked before, so why didn't it work this time? It was a mystery, one worthy of deep thought. But since The Master of Seduction was not a contemplative man, he assessed the current situation and reluctantly decided on a new course of action.

The sleeping form was most alluring, as the face was devoid of the scowl that found permanent residence there. Jin was laying with his head pillowed on his arm, knees pulled up, other arm at his side. He had worn an actual shirt tonight, so Mugen unbuttoned and pulled it back, exposing one half of the long torso, nipple and shoulder.

Making room on the coffee table, Mugen sat down and got himself out. He'd been hard all night, for the most part, so it felt wonderful to finally be unconstrained. As he stroked himself he fell to dreaming again, staring at the exposed skin of Jin's upper body...how that skin smelled when he was all steaming and sweaty from sex...that amazing porcelain skin that Mugen wanted to suck and bite and scratch and mark, mine!

He couldn't believe how hot it was to be with someone strong, someone who seemed his equal. He'd had no experience with such a human before, but Jin was demanding it, making it happen, so he accepted it. That The Master of Seduction was playing uke to anyone—even such a beautiful and mysterious specimen as Jin—was unheard of. He had never willingly taken that position with anyone before, but it seemed to work, and he was amazed at how much it turned him on.

Mugen stroked harder, staring at the pale form glowing on the couch as he remembered Jin's fingers doing all the right things. Teeth at his neck and shoulder barely distracting him from the burn at being entered. And god, how deep he went! It made Mugen shudder to recall how far inside Jin could touch him. He had quite a weapon but he used it carefully, never jabbing or wounding, always lulling Mugen into an erotic stupor with his smooth, deliberate rhythms.

Maybe his ears are burning, Mugen laughed to himself as Jin stirred, settling further on his back, his mouth opening the slightest bit. Ohhh that mouth! Mugen was close to orgasm, and thinking about Jin's mouth brought him ever closer. Mugen loved the way the guy kissed him—never letting Mugen take over, their continual battle for penetration rights. It was great, and it made him so damn horny.

And then there was Jin's mouth on his cock. It was so absolutely goddamn fucking amazing and...enough to send him over the edge. Mugen lay back with a groan, back arching, letting the warmth spatter his belly and not the carpet.

He lay there panting, smiling ruefully. Once again, Jin managed to foil his plans. How did he do it? Hanging with him sure kept a guy on his toes. Mugen decided that next time he'd follow his instincts and fuck him the second he walked in the door. When did he ever give a shit about being polite anyway?

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Jin awoke disoriented, needing a moment to remember he was in Mugen's apartment, on Mugen's couch. Damn! I fell asleep on him. He cursed himself for opening that second bottle of sake. But he had to admit, he'd had so much fun drunk in Mugen's bed the other night, he'd hoped history would repeat itself. Obviously it hadn't. He felt embarrassed, and prayed Mugen wasn't laughing at or insulted by his dork-like inability to hold his liquor.

He sat up and looked around, noticing his shirt was unbuttoned but not giving it another thought. He liked Mugen's place. The furnishings, while modern in design, were all oak, so the space had a warm feel to it. It was clear that Mugen used this room. There were magazines and newspapers in piles under the coffee table, stacks of manga, comic books, dime westerns and mysteries in the bookcase. A bottle of tamari, a combined salt and pepper shaker and an ashtray had permanent residence on the coffee table.

Jin took the scenic route to the bathroom to snoop around. The kitchen was in a similar state as the living room, comfortable, well-used but not dirty. The master bedroom was set up for training, and Jin wondered if Mugen had studied formally or not. He guessed not. The third bedroom was full of banker's boxes, a laptop, two apparently dead computers, a set of barbells and other sports equipment.

His bladder complaining, Jin finally made it to the bathroom, appreciating its relative cleanliness. There was nothing unusual in the medicine cabinet, he knew that from the other night. After using the facilities, he washed his hands and rinsed his mouth, noting his reflection looked worse than he felt. It was good not to be hung over.

He walked into Mugen's room, smiling at the sleeping figure curled around a battered, but obviously beloved, stuffed elephant. Clad only in his boxers, the curve of Mugen's ass looked quite fetching. Jin longed to pet it, to squeeze it, to wake him up and nail that sweet ass into the mattress. But.... He sighed.

There was no way to know if Mugen would let him anywhere near his ass, of course. In fact, there were many reasons why he might assume it was Jin's turn to take it. Since he did not desire a close encounter with the monster in Mugen's shorts this morning, Jin decided to take off before he woke up. Giving his lover one last fond glance, he headed out to the front door, put his shoes on and caught a cab home.

The blessedly predictable call came in right before lunch.

“Hey, you took off this morning without saying goodbye or anything,” Mugen complained. “First you crash on me, then you split without a word. You should'a woke me up.”

“I didn't think you'd want to be up at five o'clock.”

“Five!” he sputtered. “What the fuck you doing up at five? OK, I'm glad you didn't wake me up.

“I'm sorry about last night,” Jin soothed. “Come over this evening, I'll make it up to you.”

“Oh yeah?” Mugen sounded unimpressed. “What does that mean?”

“It will be worth your while.”

“Like how?”

“What do you want, Mugen?”

“I want to have you again,” he demanded. “I want to fuck you again.”

Jin winced, but replied, “All right.”

“In your own house?” Mugen asked, incredulously. “In your own bed? You'd let me do that?”

“Yes, Mugen,” Jin assured him. “Come over tonight and fuck me senseless.” Jin's guts lurched at the words, his heart pounding—half in fear, half in desire—his need for Mugen outweighing his dread of the pain of submitting.

“Mmmkay,” Mugen purred. “I'll fuck you slow. I'll fuck you sweet. And then I'll fuck you senseless.”

Jin shuddered, his face hot. He had to take a deep breath to steady his voice. “I'll be waiting,” he said.

“No booze,” Mugen insisted.

Jin chuckled. “No booze.”

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Mugen attacked when Jin let him inside, dropping his garment bag unceremoniously on the floor. Jin laughed as he tried to fend him off.

“Wait,” he cried.

“No way! Not waiting.” They grappled on the mats in the living room, until Mugen had Jin pinned on his back, shrieking and cursing as he nibbled his ribcage. Jin's imperious demands to stop only incited wicked laughter as Mugen used his chin to tickle him harder. Jin struggled madly, then gave a mighty lurch and managed to turn the tables, landing triumphantly on Mugen's chest.

“Bed, Mugen,” he insisted, panting.

Mugen stopped struggling immediately. “Uh, OK,” he agreed. “I thought you were holding out on me.” Jin rolled his eyes, gave Mugen a hand-up and he grabbed his stuff off the floor. “Hope it's OK if I stay tonight,” he said. “Where should I hang this?”

Jin started down the hall. “Come,” he said, and Mugen followed, curious to see the rest of Jin's place.

Entering the bedroom he gave a low whistle. In sharp contrast to the spare, un-lived in feel of the entire apartment, Jin's bedroom was a veritable den of cozy. Bookcases lined every wall. There were books in the nightstand, a stack of books and papers next to the bed, books spilling out of the bookcases, books piled on top of them so high they blocked part of the window and covered some of the traditional art on the walls.

“You've read all this?” Mugen asked, incredulously, hanging his garment bag on the doorknob.

“Yes,” Jin replied. “I've read most of it.”

“But a bunch of it's in English. You read English?”

“Yes, and a little French.”

“Damn!” Mugen exclaimed, feeling intimidated. “I gotta bring you to New York with me the next time I go. My English is shit.”

“You've been to Manhattan?” Jin asked, feeling jealous.

“Yeah, a few times,” Mugen told him. “And Chicago too. Had business at the Mercs, and just wanted to go anyway.”

Jin was looking appropriately impressed, so Mugen relaxed and turned his attention to the bed—queen sized, shoved into the corner. It had no frame, just a western-style box spring and mattress on the floor. Multitudes of pillows were laying about and propped against the wall, giving it an almost couch-like appearance. It was unmade, with at least three different blankets and a quilt creating an inviting nest that Mugen felt immediately drawn to crawl into.

“Nice!” he decided, pulling his shirt over his head. He dropped his pants and dove in, hoping everything would smell of Jin and happily finding it did. Jin stood watching, looking bemused, until Mugen poked him. “Ya gonna stand there all day or get in here?” He stared in appreciation as the alabaster torso was revealed, and smirked as Jin turned discretely away when he pulled his pants off. All the better to see that ass, my pretty, Mugen laughed to himself.

Jin put his glasses on the nightstand, got in bed, and Mugen began to devour him. He was hungry. He felt deprived. It felt like ages since he had a taste of Jinflesh, and he didn't know where to start. Perhaps his kisses were a little overeager, the nipping a little too stinging, the sucking a bit intense. For when they stopped and caught their breath, he couldn't quite ignore the deer-caught-in-headlights look in Jin's eyes.

He blinked and got hold of himself. OK. OK. I can slow down. I can wait. I can be good. He took a deep breath and returned, more gently, to the pale throat. Pressing his lips to the spot pulsing with Jin's racing heartbeat, he licked a slow tease, nibbling and laving along Jin's neck and shoulder. The body beneath him began to relax, limbs braced against him slowly melting...but not completely.

Mugen returned to Jin's mouth, noting his lover's tension and hoping that kissing would ease it as it usually did. His hand wandered to Jin's crotch, stroking along his length, cupping his balls and then sliding behind to tease his ass gently. Jin was moaning as they kissed, he was writhing and shuddering, but something wasn't right. Mugen couldn't figure out what it was but he could feel it.

He broke their kiss and searched the glowing, pink-cheeked face. Everything looked right, but something was definitely wrong. There was nothing to be done but soldier on, however, so he bravely sallied forward. He snuffled into Jin's ear and whispered, “Where's the lube?”

Boom. The body in Mugen's arms stiffened only imperceptibly, but the wave of lamb-to-the-slaughter vibes coming off it was so strong he almost gasped. What the hell? His mind raced back to the other night when he'd taken Jin the first time. Did I hurt him? He didn't think he had, so why did Jin seem afraid?

“Um...you OK?” he ventured.

“Mugen,” Jin replied, "may I ask you for a favor?”

“Sure.”

“Would you...oh, god. Um...would you...before you.... Oh, I don't know how to say it!” he exclaimed, looking helpless.

“Just say it,” Mugen purred, having his suspicions, but wanting to hear Jin speak the words.

Jin took a deep breath, blushing furiously. “Would you lick me there first?”

“Yeah, sure,” Mugen smiled. “You didn't have to ask, I was gonna anyway.”

“Oh. Well...I didn't know...and you asked for the lube, so....” Jin realized he was stammering and shut up, unable to look Mugen in the eye.

“I don't think I could ever fuck you before eating you out first,” Mugen informed him honestly. “It wouldn't be right. Besides, you're too damn tasty. I'll always want my share.”

“Oh.”

“So, you like that, huh?” Mugen couldn't resist teasing. It was too amazing to see Jin in this state.

Jin turned his face aside, shuddering, and whispered, “Yes.” Mugen studied the trembling form, trying to understand what was going on, and then he had a knowing.

“Hey, how come you're so scared of taking me. Wasn't I good to you the other night?”

“Yes, but I was drunk,” came the explanation.

“A ha!” Mugen exulted. Now everything made sense.

He snuggled against the cool, pale body, and Jin put his arms around him. “Look,” he whispered huskily, “I'm gonna suck your cock so nice you're gonna be screaming for mercy.” The body relaxed a bit. “And I'll eat you so long you're gonna be begging me to fuck you before I'm through.” Much more melting now. “Then, when you're beyond ready, maybe...just maybe...I'll fuck you, but only if you say the secret password.” The body was chuckling.

“What's the secret password?” Jin asked.

“Uhhh...how about, 'Do me, Spike!'?” Jin was smiling. Jin was breathing again. It was good.

“All right, Spike.”

to be continued