Constant Fascination
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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1,557
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Naked
Pairing: Kanbei/female Kyuuzou
Word Count: 550
Naked
Sensei did his best to talk him out of it when he announced he'd be going through with the ritual. "You don't have to get it done," Sensei insisted. But the Shimada men had been wearing the rings for decades, and it was a tradition he felt obliged to partake in. Afterward, while Kanbei stood assessing himself in the dojo mirror, Sensei crossed his arms, shook his head at the sight. "You're going to have a hell of a time fighting with those, Kanbei-san. I just don't understand: Why would you choose to make yourself so vulnerable?"
Mindful of the need for concern, Kanbei did everything in his power to keep from fulfilling Sensei's ominous prophecy. During the war, it had been easy to protect them, since medical tape was always readily available. But once that life was over, he resorted to wearing a tight band of linen across his chest to tamp them down. It did the trick; his worst enemy proved to be the blanket, which occasionally snagged them as he turned in his sleep.
This first night here in Kanna, his first night with Kyuuzou, they melt to their knees, pushing and pulling at each other's clothing, desperate for skin-to-skin contact. Kyuuzou's long fingers slide across his chest, part his white shirt open, slip over his breastbone--
--and Kanbei twitches backward, away from her touch, bringing everything to an unexpected halt.
Kyuuzou sits seiza, cocking her head, and he freezes in her sidelong stare. He doesn't comprehend his reticence, isn't sure why his heart is pounding in his ears. She's certainly not the first person to see or touch him naked, but for some reason, here, tonight, it's different. She is different. Will she be too rough with them? Will she find them silly, as Sensei did? Or worse, when the time comes, will she use them against him? In spite of everything he's done to guard himself, he can't believe how exposed he feels before her, how utterly vulnerable.
He slides his shirt down his arms to the floor, baring the linen strip around his chest. He unties it, and reveals the small silver rings piercing each nipple, glinting in the candlelight. He watches as she leans in, peering through the mess of her hair and parting her lips. He wants to explain, to tell her about the ritual and its meaning, but in a manner most uncharacteristic for him, he fumbles for words. "These...I...they're for--"
"I know what they're for," she says.
She crawls forward to him, follows the trail of dark hair from his stomach to his chest with lingering kisses. "They're for me to do this." With gentle precision, with reverent desire, she snakes the tip of her tongue through one of the rings, laving his nipple and making him gasp. She switches to the other side, using her teeth to tug on the ring with exquisite care. The relief, the arousal, the sensation is so intense that it bends him around her. He cradles the back of her head, clings to her, and just before lust completely consumes him, he wonders when he decided that no part of him would be off-limits to her, wonders when exactly it was that he fell in love with her.
Word Count: 550
Naked
Sensei did his best to talk him out of it when he announced he'd be going through with the ritual. "You don't have to get it done," Sensei insisted. But the Shimada men had been wearing the rings for decades, and it was a tradition he felt obliged to partake in. Afterward, while Kanbei stood assessing himself in the dojo mirror, Sensei crossed his arms, shook his head at the sight. "You're going to have a hell of a time fighting with those, Kanbei-san. I just don't understand: Why would you choose to make yourself so vulnerable?"
Mindful of the need for concern, Kanbei did everything in his power to keep from fulfilling Sensei's ominous prophecy. During the war, it had been easy to protect them, since medical tape was always readily available. But once that life was over, he resorted to wearing a tight band of linen across his chest to tamp them down. It did the trick; his worst enemy proved to be the blanket, which occasionally snagged them as he turned in his sleep.
This first night here in Kanna, his first night with Kyuuzou, they melt to their knees, pushing and pulling at each other's clothing, desperate for skin-to-skin contact. Kyuuzou's long fingers slide across his chest, part his white shirt open, slip over his breastbone--
--and Kanbei twitches backward, away from her touch, bringing everything to an unexpected halt.
Kyuuzou sits seiza, cocking her head, and he freezes in her sidelong stare. He doesn't comprehend his reticence, isn't sure why his heart is pounding in his ears. She's certainly not the first person to see or touch him naked, but for some reason, here, tonight, it's different. She is different. Will she be too rough with them? Will she find them silly, as Sensei did? Or worse, when the time comes, will she use them against him? In spite of everything he's done to guard himself, he can't believe how exposed he feels before her, how utterly vulnerable.
He slides his shirt down his arms to the floor, baring the linen strip around his chest. He unties it, and reveals the small silver rings piercing each nipple, glinting in the candlelight. He watches as she leans in, peering through the mess of her hair and parting her lips. He wants to explain, to tell her about the ritual and its meaning, but in a manner most uncharacteristic for him, he fumbles for words. "These...I...they're for--"
"I know what they're for," she says.
She crawls forward to him, follows the trail of dark hair from his stomach to his chest with lingering kisses. "They're for me to do this." With gentle precision, with reverent desire, she snakes the tip of her tongue through one of the rings, laving his nipple and making him gasp. She switches to the other side, using her teeth to tug on the ring with exquisite care. The relief, the arousal, the sensation is so intense that it bends him around her. He cradles the back of her head, clings to her, and just before lust completely consumes him, he wonders when he decided that no part of him would be off-limits to her, wonders when exactly it was that he fell in love with her.