Samurai Seven, "Risky," Kanbei/Shichiroji, NC-17
Ok, folks, we've got a double dedication on this latest bit of Samurai 7 smut fic. First of all, it's for laurazel, whose totally yummy drawing inspired yet another story out of my poor, tired little brain. Zel, babe, I worship you, but we all know that so I'll go fangirl quietly in the corner.
Secondly, it's for pockygirl, who is rendered incoherent by this drawing and wanted fic to go along with it. Girl, I hope this lives up to your expectations.
NC-17 for sex (I finally wrote one where they screw! Go me!) and I want feedback if you read it, please, please, please. *big eyes*
Note: If you can't see the drawing, it's because you're not signed in to y!gallery. Get an account and see the pretties. You know it's gotta be good if you've got to have a password to see it! ^_~
Risky
by Mistr3ss Quickly
In some ways, it was risky, what they were doing.
Not risky like it had been during the War, when slipping off for a quick grope-for breathless kisses and hard, hurried fucking-had meant putting themselves and their companions in danger. Not risky like the last time they'd made love, knowing that they would each go a separate way, once the aftershocks of pleasure had died and they were thinking clearly, pulling on their clothing and stealing one last kiss. But risky, all the same, so close to the village, even given the privacy of the wilderness around them; risky to be so exposed, knowing that other men, just as skilled as they themselves at moving about silently and unnoticed, rested so close by.
None of that bothered either of them. This risk was one worth taking.
Shichiroji was breathing hard, thighs trembling as he worked his body up and down his lover's erection, back bent and shoulders slumped, his metal fingers digging into Kanbei's leg, anchoring him above the older man. The robes they'd decided not to shed-even when it became obvious that neither of them would be satisfied that night with anything less than the intense intimacy of lovemaking-barely clung to their bodies, Shichiroji's heel catching against Kanbei's robe and slipping, silk against a time-smoothed rock, the edges of his own garment tickling both of them, raising their nipples stiff in the warm night air.
"Mmm, 'bei ... do it," he groaned, rubbing his own erection against his lover's hard body. "Touch me."
He was close, then. Flesh fingers tangling in Kanbei's long hair, tugging the strands at the nape of the neck as he pushed his hips down harder, faster, strokes shorter and less even, but deeper and better, more a rhythm of want than intent. His own hair hung limp against his chest, mostly unbound earlier, when Kanbei had still been sitting up, holding him and guiding him, growling against his throat.
"Ride me, Samurai."
Shichiroji bit his lip and made a sound like a whimper, like surrender as he started to come, his lover's fingers catching each spurt, containing the mess, even as he smeared the stuff across his own belly and the insides of Shichiroji's thighs, semen dripping down sweaty skin to mingle with the oil spread all around. Shichiroji murmured to his lover, leaning in close as the man released his softening cock and took hold of his strong thighs instead, holding him still as he thrust up, brows furrowed as he sought his own completion.
"Yes, 'bei," Shichiroji whispered, closing his eyes, giving his lover privacy to indulge in release. "Harder, come for me."
Kanbei chuckled, breathless and pleased, but his rhythm didn't change, arms wrapping tight around Shichiroji when he came, pulses abating as he buried his face in sweat-damp blonde hair. He caught his breath, waited for his heart to stop pounding, and Shichiroji waited with him, smoothed his palms down Kanbei's long hair, tightened his body around the man's cock when he felt it begin to slide out of him, soft and wet.
He heard his lover whisper in his hair, and smiled, mimicking the syllables just behind the shell of Kanbei's ear, nuzzling him a little before sitting back and sliding down, standing on his own feet.
"Bathe at the river before returning?" he said, easing his robe up onto his shoulders.
"Yes," said Kanbei, tying his own robe closed, concealing hard muscle and hard-earned scars, a map of the past Shichiroji wanted to forget, but never wanted to be without. "That would be best."
Shichiroji nodded and fell into step beside his lover, absently pulling the last two ties from his hair and combing the tangles out with his fingers. When he felt Kanbei's hand against his metal wrist, fingers lacing with unfeeling steel, he smiled and squeezed back.
Risky, what they were doing. And Shichiroji found he didn't mind at all.
Secondly, it's for pockygirl, who is rendered incoherent by this drawing and wanted fic to go along with it. Girl, I hope this lives up to your expectations.
NC-17 for sex (I finally wrote one where they screw! Go me!) and I want feedback if you read it, please, please, please. *big eyes*
Note: If you can't see the drawing, it's because you're not signed in to y!gallery. Get an account and see the pretties. You know it's gotta be good if you've got to have a password to see it! ^_~
Risky
by Mistr3ss Quickly
In some ways, it was risky, what they were doing.
Not risky like it had been during the War, when slipping off for a quick grope-for breathless kisses and hard, hurried fucking-had meant putting themselves and their companions in danger. Not risky like the last time they'd made love, knowing that they would each go a separate way, once the aftershocks of pleasure had died and they were thinking clearly, pulling on their clothing and stealing one last kiss. But risky, all the same, so close to the village, even given the privacy of the wilderness around them; risky to be so exposed, knowing that other men, just as skilled as they themselves at moving about silently and unnoticed, rested so close by.
None of that bothered either of them. This risk was one worth taking.
Shichiroji was breathing hard, thighs trembling as he worked his body up and down his lover's erection, back bent and shoulders slumped, his metal fingers digging into Kanbei's leg, anchoring him above the older man. The robes they'd decided not to shed-even when it became obvious that neither of them would be satisfied that night with anything less than the intense intimacy of lovemaking-barely clung to their bodies, Shichiroji's heel catching against Kanbei's robe and slipping, silk against a time-smoothed rock, the edges of his own garment tickling both of them, raising their nipples stiff in the warm night air.
"Mmm, 'bei ... do it," he groaned, rubbing his own erection against his lover's hard body. "Touch me."
He was close, then. Flesh fingers tangling in Kanbei's long hair, tugging the strands at the nape of the neck as he pushed his hips down harder, faster, strokes shorter and less even, but deeper and better, more a rhythm of want than intent. His own hair hung limp against his chest, mostly unbound earlier, when Kanbei had still been sitting up, holding him and guiding him, growling against his throat.
"Ride me, Samurai."
Shichiroji bit his lip and made a sound like a whimper, like surrender as he started to come, his lover's fingers catching each spurt, containing the mess, even as he smeared the stuff across his own belly and the insides of Shichiroji's thighs, semen dripping down sweaty skin to mingle with the oil spread all around. Shichiroji murmured to his lover, leaning in close as the man released his softening cock and took hold of his strong thighs instead, holding him still as he thrust up, brows furrowed as he sought his own completion.
"Yes, 'bei," Shichiroji whispered, closing his eyes, giving his lover privacy to indulge in release. "Harder, come for me."
Kanbei chuckled, breathless and pleased, but his rhythm didn't change, arms wrapping tight around Shichiroji when he came, pulses abating as he buried his face in sweat-damp blonde hair. He caught his breath, waited for his heart to stop pounding, and Shichiroji waited with him, smoothed his palms down Kanbei's long hair, tightened his body around the man's cock when he felt it begin to slide out of him, soft and wet.
He heard his lover whisper in his hair, and smiled, mimicking the syllables just behind the shell of Kanbei's ear, nuzzling him a little before sitting back and sliding down, standing on his own feet.
"Bathe at the river before returning?" he said, easing his robe up onto his shoulders.
"Yes," said Kanbei, tying his own robe closed, concealing hard muscle and hard-earned scars, a map of the past Shichiroji wanted to forget, but never wanted to be without. "That would be best."
Shichiroji nodded and fell into step beside his lover, absently pulling the last two ties from his hair and combing the tangles out with his fingers. When he felt Kanbei's hand against his metal wrist, fingers lacing with unfeeling steel, he smiled and squeezed back.
Risky, what they were doing. And Shichiroji found he didn't mind at all.