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laurabryannanGonna post this today because 1) it's done and, 2) it's a most ebil ebil cliffie and me promises to write the next part in a few days so don't spank me I'll be good I really will. 685 words. Worksafe.
[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]
[Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Part 16] [Part 17] [Part 18] [Part 19]
[Part 20]
Business as Usual, part 21
by Laura Bryannan
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
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[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]
[Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Part 16] [Part 17] [Part 18] [Part 19]
[Part 20]
Business as Usual, part 21
by Laura Bryannan
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
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Date: 2006-09-10 01:48 pm (UTC)This is going just so excellently. And Yay for Yuki! This ought to be wonderful, wonderful reading. *packs in her coffee and blankie and refuses to budge from the computer chair* :p hehe *hugs*
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Date: 2006-09-10 04:44 pm (UTC)(And that's saying a lot)
And I can't believe you're most likely going to post part 22 while I'm away... There's no way I can check your LJ with my sis possibly looking over my shoulder, so I guess I'll have to wait *big sigh*
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Date: 2006-09-10 05:31 pm (UTC)Y'know, Yuki really is sort of a blank slate, since we only saw him when he was far down the road to crazy. I wonder what he was like before...
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Date: 2006-09-10 07:46 pm (UTC)You STOPPED it. I can't believe you STOPPED it, right there. Right when I was going to get my sandwich. Right when Jin was naked and damp and towel-clad. Oh, you wicked woman, you. How can I ever repay you?
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Date: 2006-09-10 08:02 pm (UTC)My muse is very naughty, I know. Sometimes it's hard to stick to my drabble concept for this series. Thanks for your comment, sweetums!
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Date: 2006-09-10 10:33 pm (UTC)AAAHHHHhhhhhh!!!! And on the pounce, THE POUNCE!! *falls over*
*pulls up chair, takes cup of coffee from llamachan..*
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Date: 2006-09-10 11:21 pm (UTC)no subject
that naughty, red-handed children image is just too much
tee hee!.......and.... GUH!!
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Date: 2006-09-11 09:22 am (UTC)I HATE YOU. No, I'm serious. HAAAAAAAAAAAATE. I'm not going to be able to think of anything else through all of my classes tomorrow, you evil HATEFUL vixen XD
GET 'IM, BOYS!!!!
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Date: 2006-10-26 03:54 pm (UTC)::mouth opens:: nosebleeds again::
Losing blood! Need a transfusion! ::bodyfloor::no subject
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