Samurai Seven, "Winter Heat," Kanbei/Shichiroji, NC-17
Quick fic for laurazel, whose drawing "Heat" has been on my list of Beautiful Artwork To Write About for far, far too long.
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Winter Heat
by Mistr3ss Quickly
Kanbei loves winter at the Firefly.
Loves the warmth of the fire, the sting of snow against his cheeks.
Loves the subdued pleasure of the guests as they sit and warm themselves and listen to his lover sing.
Loves the warm sake and the howling wind, the flush on Shichiroji's pale skin when he's come in from bidding guests goodnight, shivering and tipsy and yawning as Kanbei tempts him into the dark quiet of their room, into the closeness of their shared bed.
Shichiroji complains, always, when Kanbei undresses him. Whines like a child when Kanbei slips away from his grabby hands to undress himself, curls up under the thick blanket and grumbles until Kanbei returns to him, then gripes that his lover is letting all the warmth escape when he lifts the edge of the blanket to slip underneath.
"Quiet, 'roji," says Kanbei, wrapping both arms around his lover and pulling him close.
"Hmph," says Shichiroji, but he does, at least, quiet down, his shivering slowly lessening as Kanbei's warmth seeps into the cover on the bed, into the thick blanket that always smells musty, no matter how well they let it air out before the cold weather comes.
He dozes, just lightly, in Kanbei's arms. Warm and just drunk enough not to care that he's snoring and his hair's still up in its tails, and that, too, is what Kanbei loves about winter at the Firefly. Shichiroji's lips parted in a quiet snore, eyelids fluttering as he drifts between consciousness and dreams. Body relaxed and warm and hard and strong, slowly responsive when Kanbei trails the tips of his fingers over the ridges of abdominal muscles, around the subtle curve of navel. Down to the coarse curls and partially erect cock, softer hair covering balls tight from the cold, thighs parted in quiet invitation.
"'bei .."
"Mmm."
Kisses, pressed to the back of Shichiroji's neck, tickle enough that he squirms, the motion allowing Kanbei's erection to straighten, resting in the cleft of Shichiroji's ass. Shichiroji shivers a little and rocks his hips, grinding hard enough that Kanbei is forced to cling to him, forehead pressed against Shichiroji's shoulder as he answers with a thrust of his own, rubbing until his cock starts to leak, slippery against Shichiroji's warm, scarred skin.
"'bei ..."
A harder push. "Yes, 'roji?"
Shichiroji reaches back, blindly, to squeeze the tight, flexing muscle of his lover's flank. "Tell me you have the oil. Please."
Kanbei chuckles and kisses his lover's warm skin, just behind the soft lobe of Shichiroji's ear, the stem of the earring Shichiroji wears scraping across his upper lip. Wraps his arms tightly around Shichiroji's chest and thrusts twice, Shichiroji's skin just barely slick enough to ease the motion, to make it feel good.
Shichiroji groans and arches his back, shifting so that his lover's erection rubs directly across the entrance to his body. "'bei ..."
"No oil, Shichi," Kanbei murmurs, warm breath coming faster across Shichiroji's throat. "Will this suffice, or shall I go and get some?"
Shichiroji curses and pulls away from his lover, snaking his metal hand out of the warm cocoon of their bed just enough to feel around blindly, steel fingers rasping loudly against the tatami floor. After a moment, he makes a triumphant noise in the back of his throat and pulls his arm back under the covers, shivering when it touches his skin, chilling him.
"Oil," he says, the word slurred a little around the cork he's pulled out with his teeth.
Kanbei kisses the back of his neck, just below the line of soft blonde hair. "Indeed," he says.
He loves making love when Shichiroji's like this, cold and annoyed and aroused and impatient. Loves to lie still and nibble Shichiroji's shoulder, listening to the man shift and grunt, feeling strong muscles shift as Shichiroji reaches between them to wet and stretch himself, smearing oil everywhere as he works blindly, bumping Kanbei's cock each time he pulls his hand away to wet his fingers again.
Shichiroji is rough with himself, nights like this. Far more so than Kanbei would be, were it left up to him to get Shichiroji ready. Far more so than Shichiroji would ever dream of being, were their roles reversed.
Kanbei feels Shichiroji shiver, undoubtedly teasing his own prostate, and knows that it won't be much longer. Waits until he feels his lover shiver again, then reaches down, stroking the back of Shichiroji's hand with the tips of his fingers, a wordless request. Shichiroji hums and thrusts into himself once more, then obediently pulls out, holding himself open one-handed in silent invitation.
"Oil, Shichi," says Kanbei, pushing just the head of his erection into Shichiroji's body, precome slicking him enough that he slides in easily, lodges shallow in the tightly clenching muscle.
Shichiroji makes a soft, submissive sound and slicks his hand. Reaches back and rubs oil up and down the length of Kanbei's cock. He doesn't stop when Kanbei begins pushing forward, filling him. Tightens his hand and feels Kanbei slide all the way into his body, inside and out.
"Ngh."
"Mmm."
Kanbei moves, then. Slow and even, pausing each time he buries himself completely in Shichiroji's warm body, waiting and pulling out only when he can't stand it anymore, when desire overrides control, and the desperate capitulation to the lustful demands of his own body makes the sensations that much better. He captures one of Shichiroji's nipples between his fingers and pinches, hard, teasing harder when Shichiroji reaches back to squeeze his hip, demanding a faster pace.
He gives in, gives his lover what both of them want.
Hot breath and sweaty skin, salt and sex and semen as Kanbei jerks and thrusts and comes, a bit more quickly than he'd have liked, but powerful and good nonetheless. He tightens his arms around Shichiroji's chest and holds him close, eyes closed as he catches his breath.
"Mmm," says Shichiroji, shifting.
Kanbei bites him on the ear by way of agreement.
He can hear the wet sound of skin rubbing skin and knows that his lover is masturbating, but it's the spasms of the muscles around his softening cock that make him oddly jealous, make him pout like a child excluded from a game of tag. A quick, backward jerk of his hips frees him from his lover's body and makes room for his fingers, still slick with oil. He pushes inside, semen making a mess of his hand, and hooks his fingers, searching. Shichiroji cries out, far too loudly considering the hour, and shudders, jerking faster and panting until Kanbei finds his prostate and rubs it, hard and faster than the rhythm of Shichiroji's stroking hand.
"Oh ... 'bei, that's ... ngh, I'm ..."
When he comes, he's silent, his entire body shaking in Kanbei's arms. Then he exhales, all in a whoosh, and goes limp, breathing hard and grunting when Kanbei pulls his fingers free and kisses the hinge of his jaw, beard scrubbing against the scar on his neck where an arrow grazed him a lifetime ago.
Warm and breathing hard, he closes his eyes and nuzzles Kanbei's long hair, breathes the musty smell of the sweat-damp blanket, the potent reek of sex.
"Don't," he says, when his lover pulls away and tries to sit up. "'s warm, don't move."
Kanbei ignores him and slips out from under the thick blanket, padding across the floormats to retrieve a cloth. He cleans himself as he returns to bed, then cleans semen and oil and sweat from pale skin prickled with goosebumps in the chill air of the room, once he's argued the blankets away from his loudly protesting lover.
"I'm cold again, 'bei," says Shichiroji, when Kanbei is satisfied that they're clean and slips back under the blanket. "Colder than I was, before."
Kanbei pulls him close and whispers an apology into his lover's hair, gently working the ties free when Shichiroji mentions that they're pulling, giving him a headache.
His lover falls asleep eventually, still complaining about the cold but warm enough to be sweaty, curled up against Kanbei's warm, scarred chest. When he goes limp and rolls into the wet spot where he came, earlier, Kanbei chuckles and gathers him back up in a close embrace. Pulls the blanket up higher when Shichiroji stirs a little, grumbling sleepily about the cold.
"There," he says, when the heat of their bodies is enough to make him sweat, as well.
"Mmm," says Shichiroji. He nuzzles Kanbei's chest and sighs, mumbles something else into the blanket.
Kanbei smiles into the darkness and closes his eyes. "Love you too, 'roji," he says. "Goodnight."
Shichiroji sighs in answer, and doesn't wake again until dawn.
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Winter Heat
by Mistr3ss Quickly
Kanbei loves winter at the Firefly.
Loves the warmth of the fire, the sting of snow against his cheeks.
Loves the subdued pleasure of the guests as they sit and warm themselves and listen to his lover sing.
Loves the warm sake and the howling wind, the flush on Shichiroji's pale skin when he's come in from bidding guests goodnight, shivering and tipsy and yawning as Kanbei tempts him into the dark quiet of their room, into the closeness of their shared bed.
Shichiroji complains, always, when Kanbei undresses him. Whines like a child when Kanbei slips away from his grabby hands to undress himself, curls up under the thick blanket and grumbles until Kanbei returns to him, then gripes that his lover is letting all the warmth escape when he lifts the edge of the blanket to slip underneath.
"Quiet, 'roji," says Kanbei, wrapping both arms around his lover and pulling him close.
"Hmph," says Shichiroji, but he does, at least, quiet down, his shivering slowly lessening as Kanbei's warmth seeps into the cover on the bed, into the thick blanket that always smells musty, no matter how well they let it air out before the cold weather comes.
He dozes, just lightly, in Kanbei's arms. Warm and just drunk enough not to care that he's snoring and his hair's still up in its tails, and that, too, is what Kanbei loves about winter at the Firefly. Shichiroji's lips parted in a quiet snore, eyelids fluttering as he drifts between consciousness and dreams. Body relaxed and warm and hard and strong, slowly responsive when Kanbei trails the tips of his fingers over the ridges of abdominal muscles, around the subtle curve of navel. Down to the coarse curls and partially erect cock, softer hair covering balls tight from the cold, thighs parted in quiet invitation.
"'bei .."
"Mmm."
Kisses, pressed to the back of Shichiroji's neck, tickle enough that he squirms, the motion allowing Kanbei's erection to straighten, resting in the cleft of Shichiroji's ass. Shichiroji shivers a little and rocks his hips, grinding hard enough that Kanbei is forced to cling to him, forehead pressed against Shichiroji's shoulder as he answers with a thrust of his own, rubbing until his cock starts to leak, slippery against Shichiroji's warm, scarred skin.
"'bei ..."
A harder push. "Yes, 'roji?"
Shichiroji reaches back, blindly, to squeeze the tight, flexing muscle of his lover's flank. "Tell me you have the oil. Please."
Kanbei chuckles and kisses his lover's warm skin, just behind the soft lobe of Shichiroji's ear, the stem of the earring Shichiroji wears scraping across his upper lip. Wraps his arms tightly around Shichiroji's chest and thrusts twice, Shichiroji's skin just barely slick enough to ease the motion, to make it feel good.
Shichiroji groans and arches his back, shifting so that his lover's erection rubs directly across the entrance to his body. "'bei ..."
"No oil, Shichi," Kanbei murmurs, warm breath coming faster across Shichiroji's throat. "Will this suffice, or shall I go and get some?"
Shichiroji curses and pulls away from his lover, snaking his metal hand out of the warm cocoon of their bed just enough to feel around blindly, steel fingers rasping loudly against the tatami floor. After a moment, he makes a triumphant noise in the back of his throat and pulls his arm back under the covers, shivering when it touches his skin, chilling him.
"Oil," he says, the word slurred a little around the cork he's pulled out with his teeth.
Kanbei kisses the back of his neck, just below the line of soft blonde hair. "Indeed," he says.
He loves making love when Shichiroji's like this, cold and annoyed and aroused and impatient. Loves to lie still and nibble Shichiroji's shoulder, listening to the man shift and grunt, feeling strong muscles shift as Shichiroji reaches between them to wet and stretch himself, smearing oil everywhere as he works blindly, bumping Kanbei's cock each time he pulls his hand away to wet his fingers again.
Shichiroji is rough with himself, nights like this. Far more so than Kanbei would be, were it left up to him to get Shichiroji ready. Far more so than Shichiroji would ever dream of being, were their roles reversed.
Kanbei feels Shichiroji shiver, undoubtedly teasing his own prostate, and knows that it won't be much longer. Waits until he feels his lover shiver again, then reaches down, stroking the back of Shichiroji's hand with the tips of his fingers, a wordless request. Shichiroji hums and thrusts into himself once more, then obediently pulls out, holding himself open one-handed in silent invitation.
"Oil, Shichi," says Kanbei, pushing just the head of his erection into Shichiroji's body, precome slicking him enough that he slides in easily, lodges shallow in the tightly clenching muscle.
Shichiroji makes a soft, submissive sound and slicks his hand. Reaches back and rubs oil up and down the length of Kanbei's cock. He doesn't stop when Kanbei begins pushing forward, filling him. Tightens his hand and feels Kanbei slide all the way into his body, inside and out.
"Ngh."
"Mmm."
Kanbei moves, then. Slow and even, pausing each time he buries himself completely in Shichiroji's warm body, waiting and pulling out only when he can't stand it anymore, when desire overrides control, and the desperate capitulation to the lustful demands of his own body makes the sensations that much better. He captures one of Shichiroji's nipples between his fingers and pinches, hard, teasing harder when Shichiroji reaches back to squeeze his hip, demanding a faster pace.
He gives in, gives his lover what both of them want.
Hot breath and sweaty skin, salt and sex and semen as Kanbei jerks and thrusts and comes, a bit more quickly than he'd have liked, but powerful and good nonetheless. He tightens his arms around Shichiroji's chest and holds him close, eyes closed as he catches his breath.
"Mmm," says Shichiroji, shifting.
Kanbei bites him on the ear by way of agreement.
He can hear the wet sound of skin rubbing skin and knows that his lover is masturbating, but it's the spasms of the muscles around his softening cock that make him oddly jealous, make him pout like a child excluded from a game of tag. A quick, backward jerk of his hips frees him from his lover's body and makes room for his fingers, still slick with oil. He pushes inside, semen making a mess of his hand, and hooks his fingers, searching. Shichiroji cries out, far too loudly considering the hour, and shudders, jerking faster and panting until Kanbei finds his prostate and rubs it, hard and faster than the rhythm of Shichiroji's stroking hand.
"Oh ... 'bei, that's ... ngh, I'm ..."
When he comes, he's silent, his entire body shaking in Kanbei's arms. Then he exhales, all in a whoosh, and goes limp, breathing hard and grunting when Kanbei pulls his fingers free and kisses the hinge of his jaw, beard scrubbing against the scar on his neck where an arrow grazed him a lifetime ago.
Warm and breathing hard, he closes his eyes and nuzzles Kanbei's long hair, breathes the musty smell of the sweat-damp blanket, the potent reek of sex.
"Don't," he says, when his lover pulls away and tries to sit up. "'s warm, don't move."
Kanbei ignores him and slips out from under the thick blanket, padding across the floormats to retrieve a cloth. He cleans himself as he returns to bed, then cleans semen and oil and sweat from pale skin prickled with goosebumps in the chill air of the room, once he's argued the blankets away from his loudly protesting lover.
"I'm cold again, 'bei," says Shichiroji, when Kanbei is satisfied that they're clean and slips back under the blanket. "Colder than I was, before."
Kanbei pulls him close and whispers an apology into his lover's hair, gently working the ties free when Shichiroji mentions that they're pulling, giving him a headache.
His lover falls asleep eventually, still complaining about the cold but warm enough to be sweaty, curled up against Kanbei's warm, scarred chest. When he goes limp and rolls into the wet spot where he came, earlier, Kanbei chuckles and gathers him back up in a close embrace. Pulls the blanket up higher when Shichiroji stirs a little, grumbling sleepily about the cold.
"There," he says, when the heat of their bodies is enough to make him sweat, as well.
"Mmm," says Shichiroji. He nuzzles Kanbei's chest and sighs, mumbles something else into the blanket.
Kanbei smiles into the darkness and closes his eyes. "Love you too, 'roji," he says. "Goodnight."
Shichiroji sighs in answer, and doesn't wake again until dawn.