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laurabryannanNot a cliffie, but I hope it's toasty enough anyway. Probably not worksafe. 1145 words.
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Business as Usual, part 27
by Laura Bryannan
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
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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] [Part 21] [Part 22] [Part 23] [Part 24] [Part 25] [Part 26]
Business as Usual, part 27
by Laura Bryannan
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
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Date: 2006-09-25 11:56 pm (UTC)~FS
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Date: 2006-09-26 12:04 am (UTC)*falls over*
Do him Spike! DO HIM SPIKE!!
Great part hun :)
How about tea with milk and sugar? :D
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Date: 2006-09-26 12:08 am (UTC)Tea with milk and sugar sounds nice. Thanks sweetie!
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Date: 2006-09-26 12:04 am (UTC)oh, and i always forget that yes, these characters do speak japanese, albeit a form that sounds amazingly like english ;), so it was nice that you threw that bit in. well, great job as always! and just for effect, "do me, spike", indeed. :)
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Date: 2006-09-26 12:15 am (UTC)Anywhoo, I'm sorry about ending things there, but my muse decided to handle the gory details in your own naughty minds.
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Date: 2006-09-26 12:44 am (UTC)also, gratuitous Yuki icon
Date: 2006-09-26 04:20 am (UTC)Okay, it's official - even out of all the doujinshi artists, you do Uke-Jin the most Great Justice.
Because Jin totally tops.
Except when he doesn't.
WHICH IS NOW LSKAJD:ALSKDJ:ALKDJ *spaz, flail*
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Date: 2006-09-26 05:03 am (UTC)Re: also, gratuitous Yuki icon
Date: 2006-09-26 09:47 pm (UTC)Also, laura, this chapter. teh awesome, of course! I don't even mind the cliffy ^_^ and I'd love to see ikkle Jin wandering around New York with Mugen~ *le sigh*... they have to go there on their honeymoon or something. *^^*
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Date: 2006-09-26 08:45 am (UTC)Your uke!Jin doesn't get any old... ♥
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Date: 2006-09-26 12:21 pm (UTC)Particularly love how you bring smell into this, and Mugen humor? SO. AWESOME.
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Date: 2006-09-26 07:00 pm (UTC)Also you're a terrible horrid no-good cocktease, madam. And that makes me sad and anxious. So I'm just going to SIT HERE until the next installment goes up! T_T
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Date: 2006-09-26 09:30 pm (UTC)Sorry 'bout the cliffie, but Jin will have some happy memories to share next.
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Date: 2006-09-26 09:32 pm (UTC)But me do loves naughty Mugen. *dreamy sigh*
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Date: 2006-09-27 12:10 am (UTC)Mugen is an animal, what a luscious creature.
Loved Jin's bookwormy room- so appropriate.
::pants::
Clever you, leaving 'them' to our imagination, which has now gone into overdrive. :-)
::applause!!::
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