Unleashed

DISCLAIMER: I do not own SAMURAI 7. I am no making profit from writing this story. It is merely for entertainment.

Summary: Kambei and female!Kyuzo enjoy another sense of fulfillment when he asks her an intimate question.

Notes: AU. This is meant to be from Kambei’s point of view. His perspective of his relationship with Kyuzo is slightly different from hers. This is also based on a short story by Rachel Kramer Bussel, a great contemporary erotic writer/editor. This idea is completely hers. Because of this reason, being that this fic was thought up from another piece of published fiction, I'm really nervous about posting it at all. If there is anything that I could reconsider to further edit this fic, I would love to hear it. If it's unreasonable even with the credit given, I'll remove it. Please enjoy.

Once Kambei asks her, he realizes it’s a question that he can never take back. Kyuzo was not the kind of woman to take part in any form of – to put simply – exhibitionistic hobbies. She was private and reserved; savoring the pleasure Kambei gave her as some kind of self-proclaimed reward for her stoicism in other areas of her life. And since their relationship had seemed to go beyond the title of “friends with benefits” and into a pseudo-serious partnership, Kambei couldn’t help but feel as though he deserved to be the one to provide her that kind of gift.

But when Kyuzo is asked to show him how she would masturbate on her own, she is apprehensive. There was a difference in how a female would take her own pleasure with her partner; she can spread her legs and answer to his call with a swing of her hips and not feel guilty for receiving satisfaction, but that he is enjoying himself in more ways than one. Giving herself pleasure with only the thought of achieving pleasure was much more personal, too private.

Days pass and the question was forgotten about. Kyuzo looses herself in the interpersonal level of enjoyment that she lets Kambei give to her; waiting for him to enter her completely – as he has a habit of coming forward and withdrawing completely every few inches in order to tease and arouse her, and in turn, she kept her legs wrapped around his waist to capture him – he seems like he’s taking forever, when only moments pass in reality. Kyuzo puts herself in a place where she has only been completely safe and still achieves her satisfaction. And while Kambei finds glory in being alive again, he is delighted at being the one to give her the same feeling and fulfillment.

Coming home, the evening sky is settling through the city lights that are the primary illumination to their small apartment. He knows the blond woman is resting in their room and Kambei non-caringly opens the door to unwind from the day.

And then he sees her. On her back, head over the edge of the bed, legs splayed every which way, toes pointed and clutched to the mattress while her hands are busy roaming over her skin. She is tantalizingly cool as the ghostly touch over her full breasts and her belly mark goose bumps all over her, nipples coming to a fine hardness. Her hair is fanned out in a halo around her head. Her pink lips are parted enticingly, her auburn eyes sheltered by blond lashes.

In an instant, Kambei realizes that he’s hard. His heart beating and blood pumping and tightening are the only things that he acknowledges are functioning, because the rest of him is completely immobilized by the shear sight of her. The action of the door opening and the view of his legs is what brings Kyuzo’s attention back to the present. Her relaxed face of pleasure abruptly changes into a wide-eyed, upside down surprise.

A flush of red spreads over her face matches Kambei’s own near-embarrassment at seeing her naked and pleasuring herself without him. Of course. How else would she satisfy herself if her lover came home too late at night? Kambei hadn’t moved, but his eyes flickered in a way that only she could catch the meaning of. There is some unspoken question between them. Kyuzo’s answer is to simply let her hand wander down to her core and leave her eyes connected with his.

Kambei moves slowly to the chair in the nearest corner and sits down.

Kyuzo could see the tent in his trousers that concealed his obvious reaction to her body.

Putting some weight on her elbows, she scoots her legs up to the wall above their headboard and plops her head back on the edge of their bed. When she turns her head at an angle again, she can still see him leaning back, trying to look as casual as he can while acting like he was watching some erotic film. He has a hand lying over his thigh, the other is raised on the arm rest to bite at his nails.

Kyuzo’s hands gently flutter over her upper thighs, pelvis and belly. They trace each of the ribs that he can see clearly from the inflection of her back, the outlines of her breasts, and all the way back down her body to trace all over again.

Kambei moves to unbuckle his belt and trousers slowly and quietly, as though he’s in a quiet study of her, researching her every movement, her sighs, her moans. He tries not to fumble and make noisy clangs getting his belt undone.

Her left hand winds down to rub gently over her private outer lips and separate them while her right hand cups a breast, fingers teasing at her own skin. He hears a wet slurping sound as she teases the crack in her, sliding her fingers down her core and up again. She pulls back the hood and there’s a spark of electricity that overwhelms her when she touches her now throbbing clit. Kyuzo lets go of herself, slides up and down again, and then goes back to stroke her clitoris, harder this time.

She sighs through her nose. It’s always a quiet sound, but Kambei knows how she’s reacting to the touch inside, her body rising and relaxing again and again. He purses his lips to give them moisture.

Kyuzo taps her fingers like she’s pressing a button – a button! – and the thought echoes in his brain, her body is an imprint lying across his memory. As if he couldn’t become any harder, Kambei thinks his penis will split at its seam.

He notices her move to grab for the small machine that he had bought for her a few short months ago; it is egg shaped and handheld, and she easily turned the wired remote to ON so it emitted a barely audible humming noise that permeated the silence stuffed room. One hand kept kneading her breast – imagining that it was his hand – and the other hand touched the vibrator to her core.

Her head tossed, hips bucked. Red eyes closed. She started to strum herself with the egg shaped remote and groaned slightly as though she forgot he was in the room with her. Kyuzo pointed her toes and tried to dig them into the wall, and it reinforced the electric shocks that radiated throughout her body.

Even as she arched and writhed, he still couldn’t see her clearly. Kyuzo rolled herself over even as she kept the little device on her clit and spread her legs to let him see, opening herself for him from a distance as if to say is this what you wanted? Don’t you want to touch me now?

Oh, how he wanted to do more than just touch her. He ached for her throughout the day, and he came home to the ethereal sight of her touching herself on their bed. She drove him crazy.

Every touch, every stroke on his length he imagined was himself pressing against her core. As he remembers her heat, he clearly remembers himself buried deeply inside of her.

She had the most perfect, heart-shaped vulva. If she parted her thighs in just the right way from his angle, he would be able to see the mound of palpable skin sprinkled with blond hair. When she twitched, her muscles flittered. When she widened her thighs a bit more, he could see the most inner parts of her.

Even as he tried to keep his composure, Kambei’s breath started to escape his throat in gulps. Eyes glazing over with every new movement of her that pushed his visual and mental stimulus to its limits. His hands moved on their own accord, much like hers, and it was an unconscious effort that his hands kept pumping his manhood to gain the eventual release.

Kyuzo twisted around again and found a position where they could see each other’s faces clearly. That was it. The sight of him shaking and pumping in the same reflection of her own excitement expelled a sharper and higher cry from her throat, the sensation there, but pounding at the surface.

Eyes like lightening. They could see each other totally, openly. In a language that only she understood, his orgasm gave her the push she needed to come. Wildly, her fingers were pushing deeper inside of her, pushing on that button and grinding her toes into the hard surfaces of the wall and the mattress. She barely – and rarely – screamed her release, but her whines and whimpers were weak and dulcet. A few sharp in-takes of breath and throaty gulps that rang in Kambei’s ears forever, Kyuzo arched off of the mattress and notched her head backwards. Eyes squinted shut. Legs and ankles rotating and flexing. Gasping and crying out as her orgasm rippled over her until she thought she wouldn’t be able to take it any longer. Her eyes were still glazed over as she was in a different state of mind, far away. She undid her fingers and rotated the device to OFF as she rolled over and molded into a ball on the bed, fetus-like, solitary and delicate. She hid her face in the bed covers as though she had fainted on purpose.

Kambei sat there and watched her even after she stopped moving. He could hear her gasping slowly for air as she came down from such an ecstatic height. Her head swam in a myriad of emotions and sensations. Behind her closed eyes were the formation of tears; tears from her climax and watching him watching her, but tears from the lingering emptiness that swelled inside of her from climaxing without another person’s touch. She did not enjoy the after-effects as much as she thought she would have.

Kyuzo heard the rustling of clothes as Kambei buttoned himself up again, half-lying on the bed to rest his hand on her shoulder. Gently, he pressed a loving kiss to her temple. “That was beautiful. You’re beautiful.” And he kissed her again and again until he reached her lips and he saw the hint of a smile in her eyes. A twitch of her lips and that was all he needed for now.

Lifting the blankets to tuck her in, Kambei left her to rest on the bed as he went back to their washroom and clean up for bed without the extra sounds that might disturb her. She drifted off to sleep.

Late in the night, Kyuzo kicked off the covers that sheltered both of them from the elements in the pitch-black bedroom. He was fast asleep, but he bristled at the cool night air, while the only sign of the chilliness affecting her naked body was the sensation of her skin rising in goose bumps. She was not cold. Kyuzo kneeled on the bed in front of him.

She wanted to be more naked for him from now on.

Tomorrow, neither of them would work.

She would not dress in anything for the entire day. She won’t let him dress, either.

When she noticed him shiver again, she moved closer to him, rolling him on his back and entwining her long legs with his broader, more muscular ones, rubbing her body to rest flat against his. Her soft breasts and belly rubbing thoroughly over his harder, rougher chest. He groaned in his sleep, close to waking. He did not know it now, but he had unleashed a being inside of her that had no intention of letting him sleep for the rest of their lives.