Samurai Seven, "Newlyweds," Shichiroji/Kanbei, NC-17
Congratulations to my dear friend laurazel, who became an old married lady this past April. I wish you and your husband all the happiness in the world, sweetie!
This story, inspired by Laura's beautiful artwork, is for them. ♥
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Newlyweds
by Mistr3ss Quickly
The old couple sat together, sharing a cup of tea, unnoticed as they watched the young couple try to act as if they weren't a couple at all. The situation was equal parts frustrating and amusing, which made it wholly entertaining to the two who'd been together so long that neither could honestly remember what it had been like to truly be apart.
Kanbei handed the cup to his lover, glancing down to watch the man's flesh fingers curl around the rough earthenware. There was dirt under Shichiroji's fingernails; he idly hoped that the guests hadn't noticed it while Shichiroji had been in the main room, before, singing and telling stories.
In the parlor, Katsuhiro raised his hand, palm hovering a bare inch from Kirara's shoulder. He hesitated; looked around. Blushed; lowered his hand.
Shichiroji sighed and handed the tea back to his lover. "Mercy," he muttered.
Kanbei chuckled and drew his lover away from the door, kissing him quiet when Shichiroji opened his mouth to object. The blonde had asked for mercy, after all; preventing him from watching the painfully awkward scene in the other room seemed, to Kanbei, a fitting response to his lover's request.
"They've been married only a few days, Shichi," he said, nibbling gently at the nape of Shichiroji's neck when the man turned his back on him in a sullen pout. "Allow them time to adjust."
Shichiroji groaned softly and reached up, fumbling with the band holding his hair in its uppermost tail. "We took no time, adjusting," he said, "if memory serves."
Kanbei smiled against his lover's warm skin, nuzzling him a little while Shichiroji tugged at the other bands binding his hair. "Your memory is slipping, Shichi'," he murmured, gently. "Unless you choose not to count our trysts during the War."
From the other room, they could hear movement: footsteps rasping against the mats, the clink of ceramic as a meal was served. Shichiroji shivered, swallowing a groan as Kanbei bit him, hands busy relieving him of his outer robe.
"We," he whispered, flesh fingers gathering his hair away from his neck, baring it for more of Kanbei's kisses, "were discreet out of necessity. Not shy out of fear of our past."
Kanbei nipped at him, teeth and close-cropped beard scraping across Shichiroji's neck, hard enough that the man whimpered, squirming like an impatient child in his lover's loose embrace.
"True," said Kanbei. "Times were different, then."
Shichiroji nodded. "Times are better, now," he said.
He twisted around and draped his mismatched arms over Kanbei's strong shoulders, winking at his lover before leaning forward and kissing him, soft and chaste in a way their kisses had never been, before the time of peace. Kanbei chuckled and kissed him back, opening willingly to Shichiroji's tongue when the blonde took the kiss deeper.
They kissed until the harsh echo of their breathing became too risky, too indiscreet, so close to the patrons of their inn; until the murmur of Katsuhiro's voice as he spoke softly to his new wife became barely audible over the desperate scrub of cloth, separating the old lovers, one from the other. Panting and grinning like teenagers sneaking around for a quick grope, the two slipped out of the back room and hurried through the corridors of the Firefly, Shichiroji's metal fingers tightening around Kanbei's hand as they neared their quarters.
He groaned openly, once they were alone in their room, Kanbei's hands slipping under his tunic to stroke and tease, thumbs rubbing over Shichiroji's sensitive nipples as he dipped his head to bite at the man's throat, sucking the pale skin purple.
"Ah, 'bei ..." he whimpered, blindly pulling at Kanbei's robe. "'bei ... oh 'bei ..."
"Shichi'," growled Kanbei, pulling his hands free of his lover's tunic to unbuckle his belt.
Barely free of their clothing, they stumbled to the bed, Kanbei straddling his lover and kissing him, legs spread wide enough that he could lower himself, rubbing wantonly against his lover's body.
"Shichi'," he whispered, trailing kisses across Shichiroji's lips and cheek, down to the unmarked side of his lover's neck.
Shichiroji moaned softly, hands touching Kanbei's long hair, slipping under the man's powerful arms to stroke the muscles of his sides, the scars he'd known when they were still wounds, the ticklish spots he was certain no one but he and his lover knew existed. When he reached Kanbei's naked hips, thumbs tugging at the twisted cloth of the man's fundoshi, his lover growled and nipped at him.
Enough teasing, then. Shichiroji sighed, stretching languidly as he lay on the bed, watching as his lover twisted to dig through the neatly folded blanket at the foot of the bed for the bottle of oil they kept there, concealed for propriety's sake.
"'bei," he said, reaching down to stroke his own erection in a loose fist.
Kanbei pulled the cork from the bottle and brushed Shichiroji's hand away, leaving the man's cock to drip precome into the fine blonde hairs trailing beneath the dip of his navel. "Stop," he said.
Shichiroji shivered and spread his legs in answer.
They kissed while Kanbei worked, oil and precome making a mess between them, cooling in the chill of the night air. Flesh prickled with cold, Kanbei set the bottle of oil aside and raised himself, eyes closed as he wrapped a hand around his lover's cock and sank down, taking it slowly inside, hips rolling as Shichiroji gasped beneath him.
"Oh, 'bei," he murmured. "Oh god."
Kanbei growled and pushed down, taking his lover fully inside.
"Shichi'," he murmured in answer.
Then there was movement and friction and pleasure, Kanbei's powerful hands gripping Shichiroji's thighs for leverage, long hair moving like a shadow around him as he rode the man. His lover reached for him, grazing the length of Kanbei's cock with his fingertips, but Kanbei tightened around him, thrusting down hard, and Shichiroji was lost, mismatched hands gripping Kanbei's hips instead, using his lover's own strength as counter-leverage as he thrust up into the man's body, wild and desperate.
"'bei," he gasped.
Kanbei groaned and took his own erection in hand, rocking forward to brace himself against the cool cotton of the futon. "Yes," he whispered.
Beneath him, Shichiroji shuddered and arched, hips lifting up off of the futon entirely as he chased the bliss of release. Kanbei's long hair tumbled down to tickle against Shichiroji's chest, drifting across his skin in time with the thrusts of their bodies, together and apart. Their mouths hovered close, lips brushing in what might have been kisses, had they been thinking more than feeling, but it was too good, the burn and stretch and desire, for either to concentrate. Kanbei growled and scraped his teeth across the smooth ridge of his lover's collarbone, and, overwhelmed, Shichiroji cried out and came. Palms slamming down onto the bed, he pushed himself up and in one last time, emptying himself into his lover's body with a satisfied whine, Kanbei growling over him, pleased.
They kissed, then, lips cool and damp, Kanbei pushing Shichiroji's hips slowly back down onto the sweat-damp bedcovers with the weight of his own body. Between them, his own semen trickled lazily down the hard lines of Shichiroji's ribs, pooling in the subtle dip between strong abs.
Shichiroji dipped his index finger into the cooling mess, drawing a line with it down his own skin to the tip of Kanbei's softening cock.
"I didn't feel you come," he breathed, stroking Kanbei's length as if it were a kitten.
"Mmm," said Kanbei, watching him.
Shichiroji grinned up at him. "I'll have to pay more attention, next time," he said.
Kanbei snorted in answer, lifting himself until Shichiroji's cock slipped free of his body, resting wetly against the man's balls. Stepping carefully around the mess of their discarded clothing, he found his robe and slipped it on, then tossed Shichiroji's robe in the direction of the bed, stepping out of the room without a word, his lover chuckling softly behind him.
~*~*~*~
The early morning hours brought deep rest and a scattering of snow, dusted lightly across the roof of the Firefly and drifting in the corners of the main stairway when the lovers woke and set about their daily tasks. Kanbei squinted in the bright reflection of the sun's light as he swept the stairs and balcony, meditating on the cycles of the seasons in attempt to distract himself from the bite of the wind against his ears, the pain of the cold in his throat.
The sound of angry whispering shattered his halfhearted meditation, his lover's chuckling obscuring the words of the scolding he was receiving. The sight of Yukino thrusting Shichiroji's wadded-up robe into the man's mismatched arms, several minutes later, told Kanbei clearly enough what had the woman so upset, and despite his usual control he had to laugh a little, his face turned away in case Yukino were to glance in his direction.
"Aw~ Yuki'," he could hear Shichiroji saying, the man's voice deep and flirtatious in the way it got when he was trying to get out of trouble. "It was simply a bit of youthful indiscretion. That's the magic of this place, and it's infected even this old couple; no getting rid of it."
Yukino wasn't smiling, when Kanbei glanced up at her. She glared at him, then at his lover.
"If that were so," she snapped, quiet and harsh, "then perhaps my young couple in the northern room would be doing more than exchanging chaste kisses after everyone has gone to bed. But it is not so, and therefore I have an unhappy young woman taking her breakfast with a fidgeting young man who is tending to her as though he's not a clue what to do about the situation."
"Ah, Yuki'," said Shichiroji on a sigh. "The pains of being young. Give them time, let this place work its magic on them, eh?"
Kanbei didn't risk looking up at the woman, but he could imagine the narrowing of her eyes well enough, the clenching of her surprisingly strong fists at her sides.
"That's all very well for you to say," she said. "But if the passions of my staff inhibit the comfort of my guests, then so help me god, I'll-"
Shichiroji laughed, the sound musical in the crisp morning air. "Indeed, Yuki'," he said. "You have our word."
Kanbei looked up in time to see the woman nod and turn, disappearing into the warmth of the inn with a distinctly displeased air about her. Shichiroji smiled at her back, then smiled at his lover, shrugging his robes on as though nothing had happened at all.
This story, inspired by Laura's beautiful artwork, is for them. ♥
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! ^_~
Newlyweds
by Mistr3ss Quickly
The old couple sat together, sharing a cup of tea, unnoticed as they watched the young couple try to act as if they weren't a couple at all. The situation was equal parts frustrating and amusing, which made it wholly entertaining to the two who'd been together so long that neither could honestly remember what it had been like to truly be apart.
Kanbei handed the cup to his lover, glancing down to watch the man's flesh fingers curl around the rough earthenware. There was dirt under Shichiroji's fingernails; he idly hoped that the guests hadn't noticed it while Shichiroji had been in the main room, before, singing and telling stories.
In the parlor, Katsuhiro raised his hand, palm hovering a bare inch from Kirara's shoulder. He hesitated; looked around. Blushed; lowered his hand.
Shichiroji sighed and handed the tea back to his lover. "Mercy," he muttered.
Kanbei chuckled and drew his lover away from the door, kissing him quiet when Shichiroji opened his mouth to object. The blonde had asked for mercy, after all; preventing him from watching the painfully awkward scene in the other room seemed, to Kanbei, a fitting response to his lover's request.
"They've been married only a few days, Shichi," he said, nibbling gently at the nape of Shichiroji's neck when the man turned his back on him in a sullen pout. "Allow them time to adjust."
Shichiroji groaned softly and reached up, fumbling with the band holding his hair in its uppermost tail. "We took no time, adjusting," he said, "if memory serves."
Kanbei smiled against his lover's warm skin, nuzzling him a little while Shichiroji tugged at the other bands binding his hair. "Your memory is slipping, Shichi'," he murmured, gently. "Unless you choose not to count our trysts during the War."
From the other room, they could hear movement: footsteps rasping against the mats, the clink of ceramic as a meal was served. Shichiroji shivered, swallowing a groan as Kanbei bit him, hands busy relieving him of his outer robe.
"We," he whispered, flesh fingers gathering his hair away from his neck, baring it for more of Kanbei's kisses, "were discreet out of necessity. Not shy out of fear of our past."
Kanbei nipped at him, teeth and close-cropped beard scraping across Shichiroji's neck, hard enough that the man whimpered, squirming like an impatient child in his lover's loose embrace.
"True," said Kanbei. "Times were different, then."
Shichiroji nodded. "Times are better, now," he said.
He twisted around and draped his mismatched arms over Kanbei's strong shoulders, winking at his lover before leaning forward and kissing him, soft and chaste in a way their kisses had never been, before the time of peace. Kanbei chuckled and kissed him back, opening willingly to Shichiroji's tongue when the blonde took the kiss deeper.
They kissed until the harsh echo of their breathing became too risky, too indiscreet, so close to the patrons of their inn; until the murmur of Katsuhiro's voice as he spoke softly to his new wife became barely audible over the desperate scrub of cloth, separating the old lovers, one from the other. Panting and grinning like teenagers sneaking around for a quick grope, the two slipped out of the back room and hurried through the corridors of the Firefly, Shichiroji's metal fingers tightening around Kanbei's hand as they neared their quarters.
He groaned openly, once they were alone in their room, Kanbei's hands slipping under his tunic to stroke and tease, thumbs rubbing over Shichiroji's sensitive nipples as he dipped his head to bite at the man's throat, sucking the pale skin purple.
"Ah, 'bei ..." he whimpered, blindly pulling at Kanbei's robe. "'bei ... oh 'bei ..."
"Shichi'," growled Kanbei, pulling his hands free of his lover's tunic to unbuckle his belt.
Barely free of their clothing, they stumbled to the bed, Kanbei straddling his lover and kissing him, legs spread wide enough that he could lower himself, rubbing wantonly against his lover's body.
"Shichi'," he whispered, trailing kisses across Shichiroji's lips and cheek, down to the unmarked side of his lover's neck.
Shichiroji moaned softly, hands touching Kanbei's long hair, slipping under the man's powerful arms to stroke the muscles of his sides, the scars he'd known when they were still wounds, the ticklish spots he was certain no one but he and his lover knew existed. When he reached Kanbei's naked hips, thumbs tugging at the twisted cloth of the man's fundoshi, his lover growled and nipped at him.
Enough teasing, then. Shichiroji sighed, stretching languidly as he lay on the bed, watching as his lover twisted to dig through the neatly folded blanket at the foot of the bed for the bottle of oil they kept there, concealed for propriety's sake.
"'bei," he said, reaching down to stroke his own erection in a loose fist.
Kanbei pulled the cork from the bottle and brushed Shichiroji's hand away, leaving the man's cock to drip precome into the fine blonde hairs trailing beneath the dip of his navel. "Stop," he said.
Shichiroji shivered and spread his legs in answer.
They kissed while Kanbei worked, oil and precome making a mess between them, cooling in the chill of the night air. Flesh prickled with cold, Kanbei set the bottle of oil aside and raised himself, eyes closed as he wrapped a hand around his lover's cock and sank down, taking it slowly inside, hips rolling as Shichiroji gasped beneath him.
"Oh, 'bei," he murmured. "Oh god."
Kanbei growled and pushed down, taking his lover fully inside.
"Shichi'," he murmured in answer.
Then there was movement and friction and pleasure, Kanbei's powerful hands gripping Shichiroji's thighs for leverage, long hair moving like a shadow around him as he rode the man. His lover reached for him, grazing the length of Kanbei's cock with his fingertips, but Kanbei tightened around him, thrusting down hard, and Shichiroji was lost, mismatched hands gripping Kanbei's hips instead, using his lover's own strength as counter-leverage as he thrust up into the man's body, wild and desperate.
"'bei," he gasped.
Kanbei groaned and took his own erection in hand, rocking forward to brace himself against the cool cotton of the futon. "Yes," he whispered.
Beneath him, Shichiroji shuddered and arched, hips lifting up off of the futon entirely as he chased the bliss of release. Kanbei's long hair tumbled down to tickle against Shichiroji's chest, drifting across his skin in time with the thrusts of their bodies, together and apart. Their mouths hovered close, lips brushing in what might have been kisses, had they been thinking more than feeling, but it was too good, the burn and stretch and desire, for either to concentrate. Kanbei growled and scraped his teeth across the smooth ridge of his lover's collarbone, and, overwhelmed, Shichiroji cried out and came. Palms slamming down onto the bed, he pushed himself up and in one last time, emptying himself into his lover's body with a satisfied whine, Kanbei growling over him, pleased.
They kissed, then, lips cool and damp, Kanbei pushing Shichiroji's hips slowly back down onto the sweat-damp bedcovers with the weight of his own body. Between them, his own semen trickled lazily down the hard lines of Shichiroji's ribs, pooling in the subtle dip between strong abs.
Shichiroji dipped his index finger into the cooling mess, drawing a line with it down his own skin to the tip of Kanbei's softening cock.
"I didn't feel you come," he breathed, stroking Kanbei's length as if it were a kitten.
"Mmm," said Kanbei, watching him.
Shichiroji grinned up at him. "I'll have to pay more attention, next time," he said.
Kanbei snorted in answer, lifting himself until Shichiroji's cock slipped free of his body, resting wetly against the man's balls. Stepping carefully around the mess of their discarded clothing, he found his robe and slipped it on, then tossed Shichiroji's robe in the direction of the bed, stepping out of the room without a word, his lover chuckling softly behind him.
~*~*~*~
The early morning hours brought deep rest and a scattering of snow, dusted lightly across the roof of the Firefly and drifting in the corners of the main stairway when the lovers woke and set about their daily tasks. Kanbei squinted in the bright reflection of the sun's light as he swept the stairs and balcony, meditating on the cycles of the seasons in attempt to distract himself from the bite of the wind against his ears, the pain of the cold in his throat.
The sound of angry whispering shattered his halfhearted meditation, his lover's chuckling obscuring the words of the scolding he was receiving. The sight of Yukino thrusting Shichiroji's wadded-up robe into the man's mismatched arms, several minutes later, told Kanbei clearly enough what had the woman so upset, and despite his usual control he had to laugh a little, his face turned away in case Yukino were to glance in his direction.
"Aw~ Yuki'," he could hear Shichiroji saying, the man's voice deep and flirtatious in the way it got when he was trying to get out of trouble. "It was simply a bit of youthful indiscretion. That's the magic of this place, and it's infected even this old couple; no getting rid of it."
Yukino wasn't smiling, when Kanbei glanced up at her. She glared at him, then at his lover.
"If that were so," she snapped, quiet and harsh, "then perhaps my young couple in the northern room would be doing more than exchanging chaste kisses after everyone has gone to bed. But it is not so, and therefore I have an unhappy young woman taking her breakfast with a fidgeting young man who is tending to her as though he's not a clue what to do about the situation."
"Ah, Yuki'," said Shichiroji on a sigh. "The pains of being young. Give them time, let this place work its magic on them, eh?"
Kanbei didn't risk looking up at the woman, but he could imagine the narrowing of her eyes well enough, the clenching of her surprisingly strong fists at her sides.
"That's all very well for you to say," she said. "But if the passions of my staff inhibit the comfort of my guests, then so help me god, I'll-"
Shichiroji laughed, the sound musical in the crisp morning air. "Indeed, Yuki'," he said. "You have our word."
Kanbei looked up in time to see the woman nod and turn, disappearing into the warmth of the inn with a distinctly displeased air about her. Shichiroji smiled at her back, then smiled at his lover, shrugging his robes on as though nothing had happened at all.