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Business as Usual, part 29
by Laura Bryannan
Mugen was smiling as he walked home after work, remembering how Jin had plopped on the bed this morning as he got dressed and watched him like a hawk. “What'cha staring at?” he'd asked, trying not to feel flustered under the intense gaze.
“You look very fine all turned out,” Jin replied, smiling. He'd waited until Mugen finished tying his tie before wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling into his neck. “You don't smell right, though.”
“I smell like you, I s'pose,” Mugen noted. “I used your stuff and didn't bring my cologne.”
“What do you wear?” Jin asked. “I'll pick some up for my place.”
“Um...it's a private blend I commission.”
Jin's eyebrow arched. “Well, la dee da.”
Mugen shrugged. “I like more vetiver than most colognes have in 'em. I'll bring some over next time.”
They shared a searing kiss before Mugen hailed a cab to head uptown. He stared as the car drove by Jin walking to work, appreciating his long, confident strides, knowing Takeda Delivery was housed a few blocks away. Oh yeah, for lots of reasons it had been a yummy morning.
He walked up to his apartment building so engrossed in delicious reverie, he didn't notice the hulking figure next to him until his arm was wrenched behind his back and something blunt was poking him in the ribs. Mukuro! Shit!
“My poor little sis was crying in her tea this afternoon, Mugie, my man. Gonna tell me why?” The rank breath almost make him gag.
“Kohza and me are way over, Mukuro,” Mugen protested. “How the hell should I know why she's crying?”
“That's not what I heard,” Mukuro continued. “She says you guys got back together a few weeks ago.” Mugen cringed. Only Kohza would classify a handful of fucks getting back together, but he had been blowing her off the past few days, ignoring her calls completely. He knew he was playing with fire but....
Mugen's arm was wrenched higher, the gun pushing into him hard enough to leave a bruise. “I don't know why I let her see you anyway,” Mukuro complained. “You make her crazy and then she's a total bitch to deal with. Maybe I should just off you right now and put her out of her misery.”
“Go ahead and shoot, fuckwad,” Mugen challenged. “If you land your ass in prison for killing me, I'll consider it a good death.”
Mukuro growled and shoved him violently into the wrought iron fence surrounding the property. The metal pickets caught Mugen's chest and upper arm, ripping his shirt and the skin underneath. Before he could get his bearings, Mukuro landed a uppercut to the jaw and Mugen went down, sprawling, his head spinning. He could see through blurry eyes that the bastard was moving in to hit him again when suddenly Jin was there.
“Well, Mukuro,” he said smoothly, “you're still a fine upstanding citizen, I see.”
“If it isn't Potato Jin,” Mukuro sneered. “Get the fuck outta my way. This has nothing to do with you. Go play Robin Hood somewhere else.”
A neat three hit combo later, and Mukuro was flat on his back with Jin's heel at his throat.
“Disappear Mukuro,” Jin ordered. “Drip back into the sewer where you belong and leave us alone.” He lifted his foot and casually moved out of attack range.
“Us?!?” Mukuro exclaimed, staggering to his feet. “You're with him? Oh right, how could I forget? The gang slut. I see you're still playing faggot, Mugie. No wonder Kohza's pissed.” He spat, but missed his target.
“Fuck off, Mukuro,” Mugen warned, getting up. Mukuro backed away as he approached.
“Don't think this is the end of it, asshole,” Mukuro yelled as he headed down the street.
“Yeah, yeah,” Mugen said, even though Mukuro was out of earshot. He looked at Jin and sighed. It was embarrassing to need help, but he'd been glad to receive it. “Thanks,” he said sincerely. “You made an enemy, though.”
Jin shrugged. “He's been my enemy for years. This changes nothing.” Jin slid his arm around Mugen's waist and Mugen took comfort in his lover's quiet strength, amazed he didn't feel humilated by how badly he was trembling.
Jin lay his hand on Mugen's bloody shirt, as if willing the pounding heart beneath to slow and steady. “Come,” he ordered. “Let's get inside and see how badly you're hurt.”
to be continued
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[Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Part 16] [Part 17] [Part 18] [Part 19]
[Part 20] [Part 21] [Part 22] [Part 23] [Part 24] [Part 25] [Part 26] [Part 27] [Part 28]
Business as Usual, part 29
by Laura Bryannan
Mugen was smiling as he walked home after work, remembering how Jin had plopped on the bed this morning as he got dressed and watched him like a hawk. “What'cha staring at?” he'd asked, trying not to feel flustered under the intense gaze.
“You look very fine all turned out,” Jin replied, smiling. He'd waited until Mugen finished tying his tie before wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling into his neck. “You don't smell right, though.”
“I smell like you, I s'pose,” Mugen noted. “I used your stuff and didn't bring my cologne.”
“What do you wear?” Jin asked. “I'll pick some up for my place.”
“Um...it's a private blend I commission.”
Jin's eyebrow arched. “Well, la dee da.”
Mugen shrugged. “I like more vetiver than most colognes have in 'em. I'll bring some over next time.”
They shared a searing kiss before Mugen hailed a cab to head uptown. He stared as the car drove by Jin walking to work, appreciating his long, confident strides, knowing Takeda Delivery was housed a few blocks away. Oh yeah, for lots of reasons it had been a yummy morning.
He walked up to his apartment building so engrossed in delicious reverie, he didn't notice the hulking figure next to him until his arm was wrenched behind his back and something blunt was poking him in the ribs. Mukuro! Shit!
“My poor little sis was crying in her tea this afternoon, Mugie, my man. Gonna tell me why?” The rank breath almost make him gag.
“Kohza and me are way over, Mukuro,” Mugen protested. “How the hell should I know why she's crying?”
“That's not what I heard,” Mukuro continued. “She says you guys got back together a few weeks ago.” Mugen cringed. Only Kohza would classify a handful of fucks getting back together, but he had been blowing her off the past few days, ignoring her calls completely. He knew he was playing with fire but....
Mugen's arm was wrenched higher, the gun pushing into him hard enough to leave a bruise. “I don't know why I let her see you anyway,” Mukuro complained. “You make her crazy and then she's a total bitch to deal with. Maybe I should just off you right now and put her out of her misery.”
“Go ahead and shoot, fuckwad,” Mugen challenged. “If you land your ass in prison for killing me, I'll consider it a good death.”
Mukuro growled and shoved him violently into the wrought iron fence surrounding the property. The metal pickets caught Mugen's chest and upper arm, ripping his shirt and the skin underneath. Before he could get his bearings, Mukuro landed a uppercut to the jaw and Mugen went down, sprawling, his head spinning. He could see through blurry eyes that the bastard was moving in to hit him again when suddenly Jin was there.
“Well, Mukuro,” he said smoothly, “you're still a fine upstanding citizen, I see.”
“If it isn't Potato Jin,” Mukuro sneered. “Get the fuck outta my way. This has nothing to do with you. Go play Robin Hood somewhere else.”
A neat three hit combo later, and Mukuro was flat on his back with Jin's heel at his throat.
“Disappear Mukuro,” Jin ordered. “Drip back into the sewer where you belong and leave us alone.” He lifted his foot and casually moved out of attack range.
“Us?!?” Mukuro exclaimed, staggering to his feet. “You're with him? Oh right, how could I forget? The gang slut. I see you're still playing faggot, Mugie. No wonder Kohza's pissed.” He spat, but missed his target.
“Fuck off, Mukuro,” Mugen warned, getting up. Mukuro backed away as he approached.
“Don't think this is the end of it, asshole,” Mukuro yelled as he headed down the street.
“Yeah, yeah,” Mugen said, even though Mukuro was out of earshot. He looked at Jin and sighed. It was embarrassing to need help, but he'd been glad to receive it. “Thanks,” he said sincerely. “You made an enemy, though.”
Jin shrugged. “He's been my enemy for years. This changes nothing.” Jin slid his arm around Mugen's waist and Mugen took comfort in his lover's quiet strength, amazed he didn't feel humilated by how badly he was trembling.
Jin lay his hand on Mugen's bloody shirt, as if willing the pounding heart beneath to slow and steady. “Come,” he ordered. “Let's get inside and see how badly you're hurt.”
to be continued
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Date: 2006-09-30 12:37 pm (UTC)Savior!Jin owns my soul and everything that comes with it. Full stop.
Oh this was so, so, SO good!! *bounces all over the room, forgetting about the pain in her shoulders and neck*
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Date: 2006-09-30 01:01 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-09-30 12:49 pm (UTC)And Potato Jin? Gang slut? VETIVER? Woman, you're killing me
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Date: 2006-09-30 01:04 pm (UTC)But, yes, had to have Obvious smell like my second-favorite manscent. ^_^
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Date: 2006-09-30 01:58 pm (UTC)"Why did you get me all this cologne?"
"Um, no reason. I can't like it when you smell nice?"
*whistles*
TMI TMI TMI TMI TMI
Date: 2006-09-30 02:00 pm (UTC)" ... "
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Date: 2006-10-01 11:39 am (UTC)LMAO
Date: 2006-09-30 10:30 pm (UTC)Re: LMAO
Date: 2006-10-01 12:37 am (UTC)"And I got you this pink bow for your hair ... "
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Date: 2006-10-01 12:42 am (UTC)Re: LMAO
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Date: 2006-09-30 04:31 pm (UTC)~FS
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Date: 2006-09-30 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-30 06:23 pm (UTC)For some reason, this chapter seemed so intimate, even without the sex. You're really letting us know how close they're getting, and that's just ... *sighs happily* Even using each other's cologne. Cute touch, Laura.
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Date: 2006-09-30 07:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-30 07:44 pm (UTC)Ahhh, Jin to the rescue- thank you, two please!
::as Jugen dances in head like sugar plum faery::
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Date: 2006-09-30 08:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-30 10:36 pm (UTC)BTW I have a ludicrously elaborate BAU piece in progress at the moment. MUWAHAHAHAHAHAA.
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Date: 2006-10-01 01:48 am (UTC)(is it possible to hug a muse?)
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Date: 2007-07-17 02:04 pm (UTC)and then my brain stops working XD
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