When it Comes to the End

Based on the characters Nasami © samuraiko, and Shimada Kambei © Samurai 7, GONZO, etc.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own characters in SAMURAI 7 nor do I own Nasami. I am not making profit on these stories and write merely for entertainment.

Characters: Kyuzo/Nasami
Summary: Kyuzo does not approve of Nasami’s pantyhose.


As Nasami was dropped back on the bed, wriggling out of her skirt, Kyuzo’s brows knitted together in confusion. Surprise.

“What are those?”

Nasami was the one who was surprised.

“What? They’re hosiery,” she explained as she suspected that Kyuzo had already known what they were. He had never seen them on her, however. “Now why don’t you take them off for me…”

Nasami was pinned under Kyuzo’s heavy body after just arriving home from work a little early. Her well decorated bedroom glowing in the evening light through her sheer red curtains gave the room heat, even though the weather outside was quite chilly. Kyuzo was still fully clothed, his tie a little loose, but otherwise still tight in that vest and rolled-up sleeve ensemble that outlined his taut muscles so well.

Instead of ripping her clothes off as usual, he took his time stripping her down. Her shirt might have popped a few buttons, but she forgot about it as it flew over her head.

“But you always wear garters,” he said. He sounded like he was pouting.

“I had to wear these today,” Nasami said. “I had to make three trips to and from the office on foot, and garters don’t make those long walks very well. What kind of professional would I be if I had my underwear around my knees when I have to run up a flight of stairs?”

“They’re boring,”

“Well, they’re not really for you, now, are they?” Nasami said dryly.

“All your other ones are,” He smirked. She bristled.

“These are more practical. I can’t run around town all day and worry about my thigh highs slipping off in the middle of the day. Now stop complaining. And wipe that grin off of your face. Hurry and undress me.”

She grabbed at his tie and vest buttons. She dropped her voice a little bit. “Besides, I don’t want anyone else to see up my skirt except you.”

He grinned in that lecherous way as though he had thought of something.

Leaving her in only her bra, hosiery and white panties, he leaned back to look her over. They were boring, he decided, seeing her in nude coloured hosiery that cut around her waist did not really give him the same kind of excitement as seeing those long legs in black silk and thighs encircled by a cutting band of lace. Garters were old fashioned, she said, but she was old fashioned. It was in her family’s history and general lifestyle. She admired the glamour of the old days the same way he did.

He pinned her down again when Nasami tried to reach up for him and roll them over, so when she was shoved back on the pillows, Kyuzo’s hands went all the way down to her crotch and there was a loud RIIIIIP!!!

“KYUZO!”

Nasami reared up and saw Kyuzo with the stupidest grin on his face she had never imagined to see on him. The look in his eyes was as expected as a child’s realization that he was in trouble.

She looked like she was about to hit him, so when she lunged, they wrestled for a little bit until Kyuzo overpowered her and pinned her arms above her head to tie her wrists to the headboard. She gasped when she realized was he was doing. She berated herself when she remembered she should have removed those silk ties in the first place, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

“You are so dead when this is over.”

“That’s what you said the last time and you were enjoying it then. Why don’t you stop complaining and enjoy it now?”

“Then, you didn’t rip my clothes in half!”

“I’m sure that these are cheap so you can buy more, Nasami.”

“Or,” she hissed. “You could just not rip up my underwear.”

Kyuzo looked like he considered it. “No.” He smirked. “I’m sure you won’t mind.”

“I do mind.”

He bent over her and lowered his mouth to hers. “You look beautiful like this—“

“—Don’t change the subject.”

Kyuzo’s fingers wandered down to the patch of fabric that covered over the bush of pubic hair, electrifying the more sensitive flesh hidden beneath. He pressed harder and she was silenced in an instant.

He had ripped a large hole in the crotch of her pantyhose. The edges of the hole made more tears and runs in her stocking that made lightening marks down the inside of her thighs, revealing pale, dainty flesh. The nude tone of her stockings made her skin look too shiny and fake.

They kissed. Her lips and teeth held venom as she tried to bite his tongue whenever it came into her mouth, but when he pressed his hardness against her, both still clothed, she loosed up her nerves and kissed with more fury. Kyuzo grabbed at her hands and released the silk bindings that were attached to the headboard. He nudged her knees back to bend her in half and swung her arms underneath. Her legs stayed up in the air to show off the hole in her pantyhose, her arms anchoring her like a sexy little pretzel.

“You do look beautiful like this,” he said with a rasp in his voice.

Despite her smoldering, she took his appraisal with ease and it shone in her dark eyes.

And it was then in her moment of affection that he decided was the best time to tear a hole in her white panties as well. She yelped.

Whatever affection there was in her face was replaced by a growl. “Those were a little more expensive!”

Kyuzo held her eyes with his and ran his mouth over her covered feet. Over her toes, ankles; his hands cupped her calves, he kissed the space under her knees and in between her thighs, all the way down to her core.

Her hands had the distance to grab at his hair the first chance she came into contact with him. Even when she felt her blood burn as his lips pressed to her clit and rubbed against her, she still yanked at his hair to tell him she was mad that he demolished her clothes. He made a sharp grunt, but otherwise kept mouthing her like a feast, inserting and withdrawing a few fingers at a time. He sprawled out on the bed, long legs flexing on the mattress as he couldn’t help but rub his hips to alleviate the ache in his own groin.

She was as salty and sweet as ever, didn’t matter how angry she pretended to be at him. Her gasps were now in gulps as he worked on eating her to near her climax. She almost reached it.

Then he pulled back to kneel straight above her. As she panted and ached for him, as much as she told him, Kyuzo only undid his belt and let it hang so that he could unbutton his pants and spring free.

With her knees up against her breasts and her shoulders hunched to reach, she couldn’t see his length, couldn’t see how hard he was for her. Her fingers clenched and clawed at his belly and tried to grab at his shaft to pull him into her, but he beat her to it in a slow and deliberate move.

She gasped. He hissed out a breath between his teeth. She was so much tighter like this, her legs together, pushing back on her hips to rock back and forth over the mattress. Nasami pressed the pads of her feet against his shoulder, and once Kyuzo was fully inside of her, she clenched her muscles from her knees to her groin so he could not withdraw, electrifying her own senses as well.

God. He briefly thought about coming like that. The sound that erupted from his throat sounded so purely masculine and feral, Nasami laughed. Kyuzo’s fingers padded a pattern around her midriff and up and down her thighs to make her laugh some more and then promptly cried out when she felt him withdraw and pound into her again. And again. And again.

He could feel her arousal skyrocket as she tried that trick with her muscles again and he pounded into her more rhythmically. Her hands and fingers tried to grab at the base of his shaft or tease his stomach and chest. When her hands flattened against his chest as he bent her further in half, he could draw her back a little bit so that he could see his own entry, his possession of her, filling her, watching her. He wanted to postpone his own orgasm, anything to keep this feeling inside of him as though it was the last time he’d ever experience it. He had a fleeting thought of coming after her, or even if she could experience more orgasms at a time before his own.

But Nasami’s own chants of pleasure of wanting him and wanting to come with him flew over his head and he was in a sudden absolute state of raging ecstasy. He shuddered and cried out. Nasami’s own bliss grew at the regained speed of his thrusts and arched and screamed out she felt him rip through her.

He did not collapse on top of her; Kyuzo stayed sagging slightly on his knees and moving against Nasami’s still raised feet.

Tiredly, he undid the ties around her wrists and let her legs rest against the bed, falling next to her to share the afterglow a little longer. They lay in a pool of his seed that escaped from inside of her.

After a few minutes basking, Nasami took off the last articles of her own clothing, discarding the sperm-soaked stockings and ripped panties near her garbage can. She lay naked, while her partner was still fully clothed, albeit very disheveled.

“You do owe me a new pair of panties.” She said tartly.

He grunted into the pillow again, thinking of going back to the mall with her like they had done only weeks ago, and he smiled.

“It was worth it.”