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The Answer
Title: The Answer
© July 1st, 2006 by dragonwrangler
Spelling of character names are from the US DVD booklets and Wikipedia.
Disclaimer- This story fragment is a non-commercial work of fiction based on the anime/manga Samurai 7. Original copyright of Samurai 7 belongs to Akira Kurosawa, Shinobu Hashimoto, Hideo Oguni, MICO, GDH, GONZO. Absolutely no monetary gain has been made with this work and was written for my entertainment and for the entertainment of anyone who wishes to read it.
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The Answer
“That is not the question you want me to answer.”
The words wander through Shichiroji’s mind as he slips into the bath, wandering without settling enough for him to contemplate them. It had been more than a week since he had asked Kambei to consider an offer of more than friendship, a week filled with battles and blood, a week when neither had the opportunity to speak of anything beyond strategies and casualty reports.
Shichiroji wonders when Kambei had found the time to make his decision.
The water in the bath is hot and takes the edge off the now familiar post battle aches and pains that fill Shichiroji’s body. For several minutes he simply soaks in the heat and lets himself indulge in the memory of the fierce, passionate kiss that had been Kambei’s answer to his question before shaking his head.
He would do something like that in the middle of a battle while I’m patching him up, Shichiroji thinks with mild amusement.
Finally gathering up enough energy to begin scrubbing his skin and hair clean, Shichiroji puts his thoughts about Kambei aside and begins reviewing the events of the battle. He checks over his actions to see if there had been any errors in judgment or anything his mind might have picked up about the enemy‘s actions that he could turn to his advantage.
Feeling cleaner and a little more human as he ends his bath, Shichiroji rinses, dries himself off, and slips on a yukata just as he catches sight of Kambei, dressed in a yukata of his own. For a moment their eyes meet, then Kambei turns and walks away without speaking.
Shichiroji follows automatically, not quite paying attention to where they are, his mind still working over his review. They had yet to discuss the squadron’s performance and Shichiroji knows Kambei expects his report as soon as possible. As a result, when they reach Kambei’s quarters Shichiroji trails in after his commander without thinking and is actually startled when he realizes the older man has stopped and is now facing him.
Meeting the commander’s gaze, it takes a moment for Shichiroji to identify the expression on Kambei’s face. When he does, he shakes his head and says with a weary smile, “You would pick now to accept my offer, wouldn’t you.”
Quiet amusement glitters in Kambei’s eyes at the truth of that statement but his expression remains serious, a touch of concern tingeing the look. “Are you up for this Shichiroji?” Kambei asks, his voice rough and deep as he reaches up to gently caress Shichiroji’s cheek with his thumb.
A sigh slipped out as his body began to respond to the touch of the man he loves. “Of course I’m up for it.” Shichiroji answered with a rueful look. “I just won’t guarantee a very energetic performance tonight.”
A slight smile appears as Kambei moves close, his lips brushing lightly over Shichiroji‘s as he murmurs, “Energetic is not what I need tonight.” Before Shichiroji can catch those lips in a kiss, Kambei shifts his head slightly to softly kiss the line of his jaw, slowly working down to the taunt muscles of Shichiroji’s neck as the pilot tilted his head.
He knows Kambei’s hands have the same purpose as his own, to remove the now burdensome yukata to reach the body hidden beneath. Shichiroji manages to yank open Kambei’s first, pulling the fabric down to expose the intoxicating view of the older man’s chest. However, before Shichiroji can take advantage of the view, Kambei breathes out an “hmph” then tugs hard on the sash holding Shichiroji’s yukata closed. Shichiroji is forced to shift his stance to stay balanced and it is all Kambei needs to strip the sash away.
Sword callused hands run across the bare skin of Shichiroji’s side as the yukata falls open, hands that rise up to tease Shichiroji’s nipples, bringing them to taunt peaks as Shichiroji begins to pant; his own hands fisting into the fabric gathered at Kambei‘s elbows as his body bows into the skilful touch.
And then, in one swift, smooth movement, Kambei breaks Shichiroji’s hold and strips the yukata away as easily as he had the sash.
Kambei steps forward before Shichiroji can react to the sudden exposure, bring their bodies together, and then takes another step, forcing Shichiroji backward until his back meets the wall. Kambei presses the length of his body hard against Shichiroji, his kiss demanding and hungry; and the feel of Kambei’s bare chest against his own and the sensation of smooth fabric gliding over their already stiff erections as they rub together sends Shichiroji’s awareness into a lust filled haze.
Gripping a handful of fabric, Shichiroji tries to drag Kambei’s yukata away to feel more but is frustrated in his attempts and he finds himself growling deep in his throat. Kambei suddenly moves away from Shichiroji and the pilot watches in satisfaction as the offending fabric is finally dropped to the floor and Kambei‘s lean, muscular body is revealed.
For a moment they both simply stare at one another until Shichiroji slowly reaches out, his fingers lightly touching the thin strip of bandages wrapped around Kambei’s midsection, the white cloth covering the wound Shichiroji had treated on the battlefield hours earlier stark against Kambei‘s bronze skin. He can see other scars scattered across the older man‘s body, just as Kambei can now see the ones marking his own, stark evidence of the life they lead.
Kambei holds himself still for a moment, then moves decisively, catching Shichiroji’s head in one hand to pull him into a passionate kiss while his other hand wraps around Shichiroji’s waist to hold them together in an unbreakable embrace.
An embrace Shichiroji had no desire to break.
Pushed back against the wall once again, Shichiroji matches Kambei’s passion with his own and they are soon gasping and moaning, as their bodies begin to move in an ancient rhythm. Hips rock together, creating desired friction against each man’s hard cock.
Shichiroji reaches under the arm holding his head to grab a fistful of long brown hair and yanks hard. The movement forces Kambei‘s head back, revealing the long line of his throat, causing Shichiroji to momentarily lose track of his actions at the unexpected sight of Kambei vulnerable and exposed.
Curling forward slightly to suck at the hollow of Kambei’s throat, Shichiroji slips a hand between their bodies to wrap it around the smooth, silky head of Kambei’s cock. He can feel the precum already slicking the tip and Shichiroji coats his palm with it before sliding his hand down to the base, quickly forcing a new rhythm onto their movements.
The touch soon has Kambei shuddering, the hand at Shichiroji’s waist clenching painfully as the older man lets out a gasping cry. But before Shichiroji can bring Kambei to completion, he suddenly finds his hold once again easily broken as he is maneuvered to the floor. Startled by the shift, Shichiroji grabs Kambei’s shoulder as he lets the older man take his weight.
Shichiroji can feel Kambei reaching for something as his back encounters the floor but remains distracted by the sculpted body above him, until he hears pieces of something ceramic clicking together. Tilting his head back, Shichiroji sees a small jar in Kambei’s hand and instantly realizes what it is.
He looks up at Kambei and finds lust and amusement in the man’s eyes as he straddles Shichiroji. “You had this planned?” Shichiroji somehow manages to utter, finding himself surprised by this turn of events for some reason.
Kambei does not say a word. Instead, Kambei’s expression shifts to a look Shichiroji cannot read as he brings his right hand up to cover Shichiroji’s left hand where it rests on his shoulder. Shichiroji experiences a moment of confusion until he follows Kambei’s gaze to where their hands overlap.
It is then he notices the tattoo as their fingers entwine.
For a moment, Shichiroji forgets to breathe as he gazes at the promise flower tattooed to the back of the hand that covers his own. It is only recently healed and Shichiroji knows now Kambei had accepted his offer as soon as he had made it.
There just hasn’t been time to explain that.
Kambei leans over Shichiroji, his long brown hair slipping down to brush against the sensitive skin of Shichiroji’s chest and throat, and his breath warms Shichiroji’s lips as he whispers in a panting, husky rumble, “Itsumo futari de.”
Always together.
Shichiroji closes his eyes as he opens his mouth to Kambei’s kiss, their breath mingling together, and Shichiroji feels Kambei stretch his arm, the clicking of the jar’s lid sharp and clear. Only a moment later Kambei’s slick fingers are pressing against Shichiroji’s puckered opening, his other hand bringing one of Shichiroji’s legs up to his shoulder.
Kambei breaks the kiss as he slips a finger into Shichiroji, easily finding the spot deep inside that brings such a sudden burst of pleasure to Shichiroji that his mind blanks out, overwhelmed by the feeling. Shichiroji’s body arcs, pressing against Kambei’s finger as a sharp cry bursts from the pilot, his hands roaming mindlessly over the tight clenching muscles of Kambei’s abdomen.
Shifting his position, Kambei removes the finger that was giving Shichiroji so much pleasure, and Shichiroji almost yells out in anger at the loss. He becomes aware of his own aching cock; but before he can relieve that pain, Kambei moves his body and drives his iron hard cock deep into Shichiroji. A scream of mindless ecstasy fills the room as Shichiroji’s body bows up off the floor to met Kambei’s hard thrust.
They move as one, the matching rhythms of their bodies bring forth matching cries of passion. But it does not last long and soon both men are shuddering at the peak. Kambei wraps his hand around Shichiroji’s cock and instantly strokes his partner beyond the edge; Shichiroji’s body jerking hard from the orgasm rocking him. Pearly white cum spurts across his belly and he feels Kambei’s smooth movements disappear, his cock buried deep into Shichiroji as he shudders to his own completion, releasing his seed into Shichiroji’s willing body.
Shichiroji’s body goes limp, his eyes closing as he rides out the orgasm, and he can barely find the strength to wrap his arms around Kambei as the older man collapses. He has no idea how much time passes as they lay tangled on the floor, but eventually Kambei rolls to the side, resting his head on Shichiroji’s arm.
After a while, Shichiroji lets out a satisfied sigh and opens his eyes to look over at Kambei. He finds the older man watching him, his expression serious and thoughtful.
“What?” Shichiroji murmurs lazily even as a shadow of concern passes through him.
For a moment a slight frown shifts Kambei’s lips before he says in a tired but satisfied voice, “I’m curious to find out what your definition of energetic is Shichiroji.”
A breath of laughter slips out. “It just means you’ll have to fight more to stay on top.” Shichiroji answers with an amused smirk.
“Ah. “ A shadow of a smile crosses Kambei’s face as pulls Shichiroji to him, wrapping his arms tightly around the sated pilot.
Shichiroji settles into Kambei’s embrace, his head resting comfortably on Kambei’s chest, and he drifts off into a deep, healing sleep listening to the strong and steady beat of his lover’s heart.
© July 1st, 2006 by dragonwrangler
Spelling of character names are from the US DVD booklets and Wikipedia.
Disclaimer- This story fragment is a non-commercial work of fiction based on the anime/manga Samurai 7. Original copyright of Samurai 7 belongs to Akira Kurosawa, Shinobu Hashimoto, Hideo Oguni, MICO, GDH, GONZO. Absolutely no monetary gain has been made with this work and was written for my entertainment and for the entertainment of anyone who wishes to read it.
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The Answer
“That is not the question you want me to answer.”
The words wander through Shichiroji’s mind as he slips into the bath, wandering without settling enough for him to contemplate them. It had been more than a week since he had asked Kambei to consider an offer of more than friendship, a week filled with battles and blood, a week when neither had the opportunity to speak of anything beyond strategies and casualty reports.
Shichiroji wonders when Kambei had found the time to make his decision.
The water in the bath is hot and takes the edge off the now familiar post battle aches and pains that fill Shichiroji’s body. For several minutes he simply soaks in the heat and lets himself indulge in the memory of the fierce, passionate kiss that had been Kambei’s answer to his question before shaking his head.
He would do something like that in the middle of a battle while I’m patching him up, Shichiroji thinks with mild amusement.
Finally gathering up enough energy to begin scrubbing his skin and hair clean, Shichiroji puts his thoughts about Kambei aside and begins reviewing the events of the battle. He checks over his actions to see if there had been any errors in judgment or anything his mind might have picked up about the enemy‘s actions that he could turn to his advantage.
Feeling cleaner and a little more human as he ends his bath, Shichiroji rinses, dries himself off, and slips on a yukata just as he catches sight of Kambei, dressed in a yukata of his own. For a moment their eyes meet, then Kambei turns and walks away without speaking.
Shichiroji follows automatically, not quite paying attention to where they are, his mind still working over his review. They had yet to discuss the squadron’s performance and Shichiroji knows Kambei expects his report as soon as possible. As a result, when they reach Kambei’s quarters Shichiroji trails in after his commander without thinking and is actually startled when he realizes the older man has stopped and is now facing him.
Meeting the commander’s gaze, it takes a moment for Shichiroji to identify the expression on Kambei’s face. When he does, he shakes his head and says with a weary smile, “You would pick now to accept my offer, wouldn’t you.”
Quiet amusement glitters in Kambei’s eyes at the truth of that statement but his expression remains serious, a touch of concern tingeing the look. “Are you up for this Shichiroji?” Kambei asks, his voice rough and deep as he reaches up to gently caress Shichiroji’s cheek with his thumb.
A sigh slipped out as his body began to respond to the touch of the man he loves. “Of course I’m up for it.” Shichiroji answered with a rueful look. “I just won’t guarantee a very energetic performance tonight.”
A slight smile appears as Kambei moves close, his lips brushing lightly over Shichiroji‘s as he murmurs, “Energetic is not what I need tonight.” Before Shichiroji can catch those lips in a kiss, Kambei shifts his head slightly to softly kiss the line of his jaw, slowly working down to the taunt muscles of Shichiroji’s neck as the pilot tilted his head.
He knows Kambei’s hands have the same purpose as his own, to remove the now burdensome yukata to reach the body hidden beneath. Shichiroji manages to yank open Kambei’s first, pulling the fabric down to expose the intoxicating view of the older man’s chest. However, before Shichiroji can take advantage of the view, Kambei breathes out an “hmph” then tugs hard on the sash holding Shichiroji’s yukata closed. Shichiroji is forced to shift his stance to stay balanced and it is all Kambei needs to strip the sash away.
Sword callused hands run across the bare skin of Shichiroji’s side as the yukata falls open, hands that rise up to tease Shichiroji’s nipples, bringing them to taunt peaks as Shichiroji begins to pant; his own hands fisting into the fabric gathered at Kambei‘s elbows as his body bows into the skilful touch.
And then, in one swift, smooth movement, Kambei breaks Shichiroji’s hold and strips the yukata away as easily as he had the sash.
Kambei steps forward before Shichiroji can react to the sudden exposure, bring their bodies together, and then takes another step, forcing Shichiroji backward until his back meets the wall. Kambei presses the length of his body hard against Shichiroji, his kiss demanding and hungry; and the feel of Kambei’s bare chest against his own and the sensation of smooth fabric gliding over their already stiff erections as they rub together sends Shichiroji’s awareness into a lust filled haze.
Gripping a handful of fabric, Shichiroji tries to drag Kambei’s yukata away to feel more but is frustrated in his attempts and he finds himself growling deep in his throat. Kambei suddenly moves away from Shichiroji and the pilot watches in satisfaction as the offending fabric is finally dropped to the floor and Kambei‘s lean, muscular body is revealed.
For a moment they both simply stare at one another until Shichiroji slowly reaches out, his fingers lightly touching the thin strip of bandages wrapped around Kambei’s midsection, the white cloth covering the wound Shichiroji had treated on the battlefield hours earlier stark against Kambei‘s bronze skin. He can see other scars scattered across the older man‘s body, just as Kambei can now see the ones marking his own, stark evidence of the life they lead.
Kambei holds himself still for a moment, then moves decisively, catching Shichiroji’s head in one hand to pull him into a passionate kiss while his other hand wraps around Shichiroji’s waist to hold them together in an unbreakable embrace.
An embrace Shichiroji had no desire to break.
Pushed back against the wall once again, Shichiroji matches Kambei’s passion with his own and they are soon gasping and moaning, as their bodies begin to move in an ancient rhythm. Hips rock together, creating desired friction against each man’s hard cock.
Shichiroji reaches under the arm holding his head to grab a fistful of long brown hair and yanks hard. The movement forces Kambei‘s head back, revealing the long line of his throat, causing Shichiroji to momentarily lose track of his actions at the unexpected sight of Kambei vulnerable and exposed.
Curling forward slightly to suck at the hollow of Kambei’s throat, Shichiroji slips a hand between their bodies to wrap it around the smooth, silky head of Kambei’s cock. He can feel the precum already slicking the tip and Shichiroji coats his palm with it before sliding his hand down to the base, quickly forcing a new rhythm onto their movements.
The touch soon has Kambei shuddering, the hand at Shichiroji’s waist clenching painfully as the older man lets out a gasping cry. But before Shichiroji can bring Kambei to completion, he suddenly finds his hold once again easily broken as he is maneuvered to the floor. Startled by the shift, Shichiroji grabs Kambei’s shoulder as he lets the older man take his weight.
Shichiroji can feel Kambei reaching for something as his back encounters the floor but remains distracted by the sculpted body above him, until he hears pieces of something ceramic clicking together. Tilting his head back, Shichiroji sees a small jar in Kambei’s hand and instantly realizes what it is.
He looks up at Kambei and finds lust and amusement in the man’s eyes as he straddles Shichiroji. “You had this planned?” Shichiroji somehow manages to utter, finding himself surprised by this turn of events for some reason.
Kambei does not say a word. Instead, Kambei’s expression shifts to a look Shichiroji cannot read as he brings his right hand up to cover Shichiroji’s left hand where it rests on his shoulder. Shichiroji experiences a moment of confusion until he follows Kambei’s gaze to where their hands overlap.
It is then he notices the tattoo as their fingers entwine.
For a moment, Shichiroji forgets to breathe as he gazes at the promise flower tattooed to the back of the hand that covers his own. It is only recently healed and Shichiroji knows now Kambei had accepted his offer as soon as he had made it.
There just hasn’t been time to explain that.
Kambei leans over Shichiroji, his long brown hair slipping down to brush against the sensitive skin of Shichiroji’s chest and throat, and his breath warms Shichiroji’s lips as he whispers in a panting, husky rumble, “Itsumo futari de.”
Always together.
Shichiroji closes his eyes as he opens his mouth to Kambei’s kiss, their breath mingling together, and Shichiroji feels Kambei stretch his arm, the clicking of the jar’s lid sharp and clear. Only a moment later Kambei’s slick fingers are pressing against Shichiroji’s puckered opening, his other hand bringing one of Shichiroji’s legs up to his shoulder.
Kambei breaks the kiss as he slips a finger into Shichiroji, easily finding the spot deep inside that brings such a sudden burst of pleasure to Shichiroji that his mind blanks out, overwhelmed by the feeling. Shichiroji’s body arcs, pressing against Kambei’s finger as a sharp cry bursts from the pilot, his hands roaming mindlessly over the tight clenching muscles of Kambei’s abdomen.
Shifting his position, Kambei removes the finger that was giving Shichiroji so much pleasure, and Shichiroji almost yells out in anger at the loss. He becomes aware of his own aching cock; but before he can relieve that pain, Kambei moves his body and drives his iron hard cock deep into Shichiroji. A scream of mindless ecstasy fills the room as Shichiroji’s body bows up off the floor to met Kambei’s hard thrust.
They move as one, the matching rhythms of their bodies bring forth matching cries of passion. But it does not last long and soon both men are shuddering at the peak. Kambei wraps his hand around Shichiroji’s cock and instantly strokes his partner beyond the edge; Shichiroji’s body jerking hard from the orgasm rocking him. Pearly white cum spurts across his belly and he feels Kambei’s smooth movements disappear, his cock buried deep into Shichiroji as he shudders to his own completion, releasing his seed into Shichiroji’s willing body.
Shichiroji’s body goes limp, his eyes closing as he rides out the orgasm, and he can barely find the strength to wrap his arms around Kambei as the older man collapses. He has no idea how much time passes as they lay tangled on the floor, but eventually Kambei rolls to the side, resting his head on Shichiroji’s arm.
After a while, Shichiroji lets out a satisfied sigh and opens his eyes to look over at Kambei. He finds the older man watching him, his expression serious and thoughtful.
“What?” Shichiroji murmurs lazily even as a shadow of concern passes through him.
For a moment a slight frown shifts Kambei’s lips before he says in a tired but satisfied voice, “I’m curious to find out what your definition of energetic is Shichiroji.”
A breath of laughter slips out. “It just means you’ll have to fight more to stay on top.” Shichiroji answers with an amused smirk.
“Ah. “ A shadow of a smile crosses Kambei’s face as pulls Shichiroji to him, wrapping his arms tightly around the sated pilot.
Shichiroji settles into Kambei’s embrace, his head resting comfortably on Kambei’s chest, and he drifts off into a deep, healing sleep listening to the strong and steady beat of his lover’s heart.