laurabryannan | Business as Usual, part 22 -- champloo? drabble

I got waylaid by life, my dearies, so I hope this is worth the wait. It's way past drabledom and happily into ficletland, but I didn't want to skimp on this most infamous threeway.

Jin, Mugen and Yuki's very not worksafe encounter. 1450 words. Enjoy!

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Business as Usual, part 22
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, he 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.

to be continued