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Chapter 11

By the time the sun was peeking over the horizon, it's orange fingers dancing across the landscape, Kyuzo was feeling much better. As he'd wandered between posts he'd accepted what had happened between him and Kambei and prepared himself mentally for the unknown territory he was about to step into. He was equally anxious and eager to see what would come next.

The night had been quiet, still no sign of the Nobuseri. It wouldn't be much longer though, Kyuzo was sure. If it was smart, the remaining Raiden would attack tonight, using the darkness to their advantage. But being new to commanding, the Raiden may be hesitant to move in such conditions, he may wait until dawn. Either way, they'd be ready.

Funny how he'd been so eager for the fight before, but now he was wishing they had more time. The peaceful days here in Kanna were coming to an end for the samurai. He wondered what would come next. Probably a visit to the capital. That could be.... interesting. It had been a while since he'd been there.

Kyuzo closed his eyes and let the feeling of the newly risen sun chase away the nights chill on his skin. The only sounds were the soft rustle of the leaves from the slight breeze and excited chirping of the birds, probably glad to see the sun again after the long day of rain the day before. Such moments were exceedingly rare for him. Between his extensive training, the war and then his assignment as Maro's guard in the city, things like sitting and enjoying some peace and quiet was next to impossible.

All too soon his moment of tranquility was interrupted by approaching footsteps. Somewhat hesitant and trying desperately to be quiet. Katsushiro.

"Uh, Kyuzo?"

He was amused to note the voice came from a good distance away, apparently he wasn't risking getting too close again. Smart boy.

He turned and faced him, waiting for him to explain his presence, only to find the boy staring at his chest. Confused, he looked down. He was wearing his coat, still open. Even after his hands had stopped shaking he hadn't bothered to button it and a narrow strip of skin, then bandage, then skin again was visible.

Is he really so fascinated by my injuries?

Maybe he was rethinking his earlier impression that Kyuzo's actions were "amazing". After all, he did get injured. Kyuzo mentally shrugged, he really couldn't care less what Katsushiro thought of him.

"What is it," he more commanded than asked, not willing to simply wait for Katsushiro to come back to his senses.

"Oh! Um, Sensei wants to have a meeting about the upcoming battle," Katsushiro said, attempting to draw himself up and sound more professional. The affect was ruined by the blush staining his cheeks though.

"Hmm," Kyuzo responded blankly, walking past Katsushiro in the direction of the village.

Internally, the practically alien feeling of apprehension was writhing around his chest. What would it be like, being faced with Kambei after yesterday? Would the man be insulted? Would he take Kyuzo's actions as a rejection? If that were the case, then Kyuzo would just have to make sure to show him he'd changed his mind. He almost smirked, then he realized he didn't really know how to show him.

"What was it like down there?"

The question took a minute to filter in since his mind was so occupied with thoughts of Kambei, and even after it registered he still had no idea what Katsushiro was talking about. He had sped up to catch Kyuzo and was now struggling to keep up with the older samurai's longer stride. Kyuzo glanced down at him, tilting his head slightly to the side questioningly.

"Down in the canyon, what was it like?"

Ah, so the boy wanted to hear a story. Too bad for him Kyuzo wasn't much of a story teller.

"Foggy."

"Um, yes, but… I mean, how did you… when you know you're outnumbered like that, how do you keep your composure?"

Kyuzo listened to his stuttered question with waning attention. Did he want some kind of lesson here? The lessons Kyuzo learned were not ones that could be passed on to this boy. Katsushiro had learned of battle through theory, not by having his life threatened every moment of every day. Keeping his composure wasn't something he could teach him as it wasn't something he'd learned. It wasn't something he strove for, it was simply because he'd been in so many battles it was just second nature. It'd be like someone that had rarely eaten asking Katsushiro how he kept his composure when presented with a bowl of rice.

"It was necessary," he finally said, uninterested in explaining any further.

Kyuzo was amused to note that the boy was now nodding as if he'd been given some sage advice, mouthing the words 'it was necessary' to himself.

Katsushiro looked like he was gearing up for another question as they stepped into the village, so Kyuzo was glad when Kikuchiyo's loud voice interrupted him.

"Took ya long enough! We've been waitin' forever!"

His voice echoed around the silent village. Almost all of the residents were either currently in the fields, at one of the posts or training with their bows. The other five samurai were already there, some seated, some standing, around a small table.

Kyuzo's eyes went immediately to Kambei, who was watching their approach with an intense look. He didn't look too happy....

"Well, well, look at the two of you wandering in together. Isn't that sweet," Gorobei said with a shit eating grin.

Katsushiro automatically dove into a defensive speech about every step that he'd taken since the sun rose while Kyuzo simply stared at Kambei. The older man seemed to be searching his face for something, and apparently he liked what he found because his face softened and he smiled slightly.

"Enough, lets get to work," he said at last, his voice taking the authoritative ring of a commander.

For over an hour they poured over a map of the village and the surrounding area, trying to determine how the remaining bandits would attack and the best way to counter them. The arrow bombs were a large concern since nothing could really be done to stop them. If one of the samurai were around when one was fired and happened to have a bow in their hands, they'd be able to intercept it with an arrow, detonating it early, but it was very unlikely such a situation would unfold that way.

After they'd exhausted the possible scenarios and come up with a good solid strategy, Katsushiro asked the question that was on everyone's minds.

"Sensei, what about after the battle? What's next?"

"It would be imprudent to plan another battle when you have yet to win the one in front of you. There's no way to tell what circumstances may change between then and now."

Which they all knew was a polite way of saying, "We don't know who will still be alive".

"But," Kambei continued. "It will most likely involve retrieving the women from the Capital."

"But, we don't even know where the capital is," Katsushiro said, sounding disheartened.

"It moves," Kyuzo spoke up.

They looked at him questioningly, so he elaborated.

"It is the old flagship of the imperial fleet."

"How do you know that?" Shichiroji asked curiously.

"I've been there," he replied, being intentionally vague. After the Great War the Amanushi had called on him personally and assigned him the post as Ayamaro's bodyguard. The fact that the man they were currently fighting against thought so highly of Kyuzo seemed like an awkward thing to explain. So he didn't.

The others seemed to be about to explode with questions, but Kambei cut in with a simple, "That's good information to know."

Katsushiro's eyes were shining and he looked like he was about launch into some fawning, but Kambei quickly stopped him with an order to go and check if the farmers that were training needed any help. He seemed a little hesitant, then it must have dawned on him that training the farmers had previously been Kyuzo's job and he puffed up with importance and ran off. That led to Kikuchiyo somehow feeling like he was being ignored and loudly complaining about how he should be assigned a job too, so Kambei sent him off to check on all the posts.

It seemed like all of them let out a relived sigh after Kikuchiyo's clanking faded away.

"I'm glad you sent Katsushiro off before he could start kissing Kyuzo's feet," Shichiroji said with a laugh.

"Awww, come on, give the kid a break. He's still in that 'commanding officer awe' phase. Don't act like you didn't go through it. I was so completely impressed with one of my superiors when I first joined the war I followed him around like a puppy," Heihachi said.

"I bet you made a cute puppy!" Gorobei said with a laugh, making Heihachi pout.

"What about you Kyuzo? Did you have a puppy phase?" Shichiroji asked slyly.

"I had no commanding officer in my first battle," he said offhandedly. He wasn't really paying attention to them, his eyes were still roaming the map and his mind was still working with possibilities.

"What do you mean you didn't have a CO? What was your first battle like?" Gorobei asked curiously.

"Takagawa."

Finally he was drawn back to the conversation at hand, not by the words, but by the sudden silence. He looked up from the map to find all of them staring at him.

"Shit, talk about diving right into the deep end," Shichiroji said with no trace of his usual joking manner. He looked a little pale. "That was a blood bath."

Of that, Kyuzo was perfectly aware. He remembered creeping through one of the large compounds and the blood of his enemies literally flowing down the hallway like a river. He was more affected now by the memory than he was at the time, experiencing it first hand. He wondered briefly what that meant.

"Takagawa.... that had to be 8 or 9 years ago...." Heihachi's pensive voice broke through his musings.

"10," Kambei said. Kyuzo looked at him to find Kambei watching him with a speculative look. "How old were you?"

"13."

His eyes were on Kambei, so he was able to observe the slight widening of his eyes and clenching of his jaw. He heard Shichiroji curse from his left, but his eyes remained on Kambei. Intrigued by his reaction.

"Wh-why? You were so young!" Heihachi asked quietly, his own voice sounding young at that moment.

"I was ready," he replied evenly. And he had been. More than ready, actually. He'd actually been ready to join the war 6 months before that, but negotiations about the payment had delayed his leaving. He had been the most promising samurai to ever come from his house, a true prodigy, and his father wanted to make sure they were paid extremely well for his use.

"You should get some rest," Kambei's voice brought him out of his thoughts. There was a look on his face that he was unfamiliar with, but he decided now was not the time to explore such things so he just "hmm"'d an agreement and turned away. He could hear the others soft voices behind him and wondered briefly whether they were talking about him but then decided he didn't really care.

Despite his apathy, he felt oddly tense. He guessed it was due to the fact that he hadn't yet resolved things with Kambei. Deciding he wouldn't be able to sleep right then, he decided to go bathe, hoping the hot water would relieve his tension.

Kambei watched Kyuzo walk away, wanting nothing more than to follow him. That look of curiosity had been back in his eyes and Kambei wanted nothing more than to take advantage of it before it disappeared.

"I didn't join up until after Takagawa, but I heard the stories. Were any of you there?" Heihachi asked.

Gorobei shook his head. "Not me. I was stationed in the far east at the time."

"Kambei and I were in the west. We tried to get there, but.... we were too late," Shichiroji said quietly.

They had seen the aftermath though. Those images had been burned into Kambei's mind. Never before, nor since, had he seen devastation on such a massive level. The sheer amount of people that lost there lives in that battle was staggering. For both sides. No one won, it was a loss for everyone.

"Imagining a kid there.... That's just sick," Shichiroji said, his voice low.

"I imagine Kyuzo was never a 'kid'," Gorobei replied solemnly.

Kambei's thoughts were following the same path. Although he'd deduced what Kyuzo's childhood had been like already, hypothesizing and hearing from his own lips that he was in one of the most horrifyingly bloody battles in the last century when he was 13 were two totally different things. Kambei felt a wave of protectiveness surge through him.

Then there was the fact that he'd apparently been held in high enough esteem to be granted access to the Capital. Slowly he was gathering pieces of the puzzle, and he was eager to learn more. He wondered how long it would take to know everything about Kyuzo. Or if such a thing was even possible.

The appearance of Katsushiro carrying something toward the samurai's hut caught his attention. Hadn't he just sent him off not even 10 minutes ago? Why was he back already? He hadn't been happy to see the two of them arrive in the village together this morning. While he was positive Kyuzo's feelings for the boy could only be described as indifference, he was equally sure that Katsushiro's hero worship was bordering on a crush. Kambei started forward, intent on intercepting him.

"What do you have there, Katsushiro?"

The boy jumped when Kambei addressed him, making Kambei all the more suspicious.

"J-just some bandages for Ky-Kyuzo, from Lady Kirara. For his r-ribs," he stuttered out, sounding innocent but the red tinge across his cheeks gave him away.

"I'll take care of that, you have a job to be doing don't you," Kambei said sternly, walking right up to Katsushiro and taking the bandages from him.

Katsushiro stared at him for a moment, and Kambei wondered if he'd argue with him, but he didn't. He just nodded and rushed off with a "Yes, Sensei."

He turned toward the samurai's hut, expecting to find Kyuzo there sleeping, but the low burn of anticipation fizzled out when he stepped inside and the red clad samurai wasn't there. Confused, concerned and a little angry, he set off to find his errant samurai. He was sure he made it clear that he should rest.

As he rounded a corner, he found Gorobei and Shichiroji studying the map again.

"Have either of you seen Kyuzo?"

"Bathing," Gorobei supplied immediately with out looking up. Shichiroji on the other hand did look up, to cast Gorobei a disturbed and suspicious look.

"Don't be jealous because I'm a more astute samurai than you," Gorobei said smugly, apparently knowing the look Shichiroji was directing at him.

"That must be it," Shichiroji deadpanned.

Kambei shook his head at that two and left for the bathhouse. He was almost there when he heard Shichiroji call his name. Turning, he saw the other man jogging towards him. The evil grin on his face made him wish he hadn't stopped.

"Now, now, don't give me that look. I have a present for you," he said the last part in a sing-song voice as he pulled a small glass bottle out of his pocket and tossed it to Kambei.

Catching it easily, he studied it curiously. It was about the size of his palm and had a corked top, the clear liquid inside was almost all the way to the top but Kambei could still tell it was thicker than water. The image of a firefly was stamped on the front.

His eyes widened a bit as he realized what he was holding, and despite himself, a shot of pure anticipatory lust shot straight to his groin.

"You just carry this around with you?" He asked incredulously.

Shichiroji shrugged, still grinning, "Never know when you might need it."

Kambei snorted at his friends line of reasoning and turned back toward the bathhouse, dropping the bottle in his pocket.

"Thank you, I'll put it to good use," he called back, feeling a little giddy.

Shichiroji laughed. "I'm sure you will." And then he was gone, leaving Kambei standing outside the hut that he knew currently contained a naked Kyuzo.

He knocked, then backed up to stand on the step below the door.

"What," came the deep monotone reply from within.

Not discouraged in the least, Kambei answered, "I have fresh bandages for your ribs."

He waited with bated breath, but only silence answered him.

Just when he was starting to wonder if Kyuzo was really just going to ignore him, the door swung open, revealing the other samurai. His bandages were gone leaving his bruised torso exposed. A towel was hanging messily around his hips, only held in place by his left hand. He was looking down at Kambei blankly, wet strands of blond hair dripping water onto his bare shoulders. Kambei watched in fascination as one made it's way down his neck, caught the ridge of a collar bone and followed it's downward slope to the middle of his chest, there it continued its path, slowly sliding down the dip between his chest muscles and down his stomach.

Kambei leaned forward, uncaring that they were standing in plain sight of anyone that happened by, and bent to catch that drop of water with his tongue just before it hit Kyuzo's navel. He felt the muscles under his tongue go rigid as he let his mouth wander upwards, coming up to stand on the same level as Kyuzo so he could continue retracing the waters path. Practically standing on top of the younger man, he stopped at the collar bone to nip lightly, savoring the taste of his soft moist skin, then continued to Kyuzo's neck. Shallow panted breaths brushed his ear as he pulled back slowly.

When he finally pulled back enough to look in Kyuzo's eyes, he was not prepared for what he saw. Gone was any trace of indifference or confusion, instead Kyuzo's red eyes burned like an inferno. Somehow that look seemed to travel right through him burning a hot path down his throat and through his chest, tightening his stomach and finally reaching low to grab his cock, stroking it to life with invisible fiery fingers.

Suddenly Kyuzo's right hand shot out, grabbing Kambei's shirt as he had the day before. But instead of shoving him away, he jerked him forward, into the bathhouse. Surprised, Kambei stumbled in a bit clumsily. He turned to see Kyuzo bolting the door behind him.

The sight of his bruised back sent a spike of fury through him. Seeing the damage under the bandages was not something he'd been ready for.

What the hell happened down there?

He stepped forward running a feather light touch from Kyuzo's shoulder blades down to the top edge of the towel, letting his hand come to rest on his hip. His skin was warm and unbelievably soft. Kyuzo had jumped at the initial contact, but hadn't pulled away. He also hadn't turned around so Kambei wasn't sure whether he should be encouraged or not.

He stepped closer, bending to let his words ghost over the back of Kyuzo's neck, his lips barely grazing his skin as they moved.

"Are you in any pain?"

Kyuzo didn't answer, instead he slowly turned around, letting Kambei's hand graze over his lower back and come to rest on the opposite hip once he was facing him. His face was blank, but his eyes still held the fiery look of before, now mixed with curiosity and determination. He stepped closer, his chest touching Kambei's, then slid upwards, body stretching until his lips were pressed against the taller mans.

Kambei was frozen, surprised at both at the fact Kyuzo was initiating the contact and that the kiss was so soft and chaste. He returned the pressure lightly, letting his thumb brush soothing circles on Kyuzo's hip. Tipping his head slightly to the side, he slowly opened his mouth, his lips encouraging Kyuzo to do the same. After a second of hesitation he did and Kambei let his tongue dip inside, just barely brushing Kyuzo's before pulling back. Teasing and tempting him into something more. It worked, Kyuzo pressed himself closer, his tongue seeking out Kambei's again, and the hand not holding the towel up came to rest lightly on Kambei's stomach. A shudder ghosted through him at the intimate touch and the hand that had been resting on Kyuzo's hip traveled up his side, caressing softly as it went. His other hand carelessly dropped the bandages to the side before coming up to brush over Kyuzo's throat and traveling back to tangle in his wet hair, tugging his head back to allow him better access to his mouth.

The smell Kyuzo coiling around him combined with the thick heat in the air was making him lightheaded and he could feel his control slipping away. He tried to pull back, but his body refused to move, all he was able to do was release Kyuzo's lips.

"I don't think I'll be able to stop if-" His voice sounded pathetic and breathy to his own ears, but he didn't care.

"Don't stop."

The reverberations of that deep voice echoed though both his chest where it was pressed against Kyuzo's and his mind where their meaning was slowly being processed. Once those words registered, Kambei dove for Kyuzo's lips again, pressing him backwards until he hit the door. Kyuzo jerked his mouth away, sucking in a breath that sounded suspiciously like a curse.

Kambei felt like a bucket of cold water had just been thrown on him. He untangled himself from the other man and stepped back.

"I'm sorry. I hurt you again, I-"

Another mouth pressing to his cut off his guilt fueled rambling.

"It's fine."

"It's not fine!" Kambei insisted vehemently, making Kyuzo's eyes widen a bit. Kambei forced his voice down, "It's not fine for me to hurt you."

Kyuzo watched him silently, and finally said, "I was mostly surprised. Just watch the ribs."

As Kyuzo reached slowly for him again, he was amused by the fact that it looked like Kyuzo was afraid Kambei would be the one to run away this time.

Their lips met again, Kambei's hands finding their way back to Kyuzo's hair and side, Kyuzo's hand gripping the loose white material near Kambei's chest. Slowly their kiss became more heated again, the former passion restored. Kambei's mouth pulled away only to latch itself to Kyuzo's throat, drawing a sharp inhalation from him. That one sound shot straight through Kambei and the hand that been previously resting on Kyuzo's hip slid down over the towel, gripping his ass and pressing their hips together. The sound of Kyuzo's soft groan and the feeling of him pressed hot and hard against his thigh tore at his restraint. He began pressing him backwards again, careful this time to not push him against the door so roughly. He felt Kyuzo tugging at his clothing and quickly began helping pull the complicated white garments off, his mouth latched onto Kyuzo's again.

Soon Kyuzo's long thin fingers where brushing against the flesh of his chest, both hands pushing his shirt off his shoulders and letting it hit the floor.

Both hands....

The thought whispered into his overheated mind and he pulled his mouth away from where it had been running over Kyuzo's throat. He glanced down to see that the only thing holding the towel up was the way their two bodies were pressed together. The feeling of Kyuzo's hands exploring his chest and stomach drew his attention away from the fascination of the towel. Warm long fingers ran lightly over his chest, combing through the sparse hair there and brushing lightly over the large scar that lay beneath. Kambei's eyes slipped closed and his head fell back as Kyuzo explored, breath hitching as calloused palms dragged down his abdomen, seemingly memorizing every dip and line. Suddenly a wet warmth swept over his right nipple. His eyes shot open and his hips bucked forward instinctually. His eyes landed on Kyuzo who was watching his face in interest. Eyes still locked together, the blond leaned forward again, letting his tongue run over the brown nipple one more time, then nipping it slightly.

Kambei's vision fogged over and he jerked Kyuzo's head back, plundering his mouth ruthlessly and pressing him harder against the door. Kyuzo responded just as heatedly, his hands drifting down to Kambei's pants. Not removing his mouth from Kyuzo's, he toed off his shoes and helped discard the last of his clothing, the towel falling away from between them at the same time.

The pants hit the ground with a thump, drawing Kambei's attention and reminding him of the bottle in his pocket. He smirked and pulled back from Kyuzo, amused and aroused at the sight the other man made. His blond hair had started to dry in odd directions and his cheeks were unfamiliarly flushed, lips pink and swollen and half-lidded eyes that were almost black with passion. His pale skin contrasted starkly with the dark door he was leaning against. Kambei let his eyes wander down his newly exposed form as he felt Kyuzo do the same to him. His thin frame was much lighter than Kambei's, lean and lightly muscled. All long limbs and pale skin. His erection bobbing lightly against his stomach, practically begging for attention.

Kyuzo watched him curiously as Kambei dropped into a crouch in front of him. He sifted through his pockets until he found the glass bottle. Not one to waste a move, Kambei shifted closer, letting his breath ghost over Kyuzo's length. It twitched in response and he could see Kyuzo clenching his fists at his sides. Opening his mouth, he let his tongue run along it once from base to tip, enjoying the choked gasp it wretched from the younger man. He wanted to take him in his mouth, but he wasn't sure how much more Kyuzo could handle, this being his first time, and he wanted to be inside of him when he came.

He stood slowly, letting his breath wash over Kyuzo's stomach, chest and throat before he was standing at his full height, leaning slightly over him. Reaching over, he sat the bottle down on the shelves to the right of the door. He brought both his hands up to Kyuzo's sides, gripping him slightly as he brought his mouth down to the other mans. Tongues brushed and teeth nipped and Kambei pressed closer. The moment their erections brushed, Kyuzo arched, giving a breathy gasp as they were pressed more firmly together. Kambei ran his hands down Kyuzo's sides and down his backside, gripping him firmly and lifting. Kyuzo's eyes shot open, but he didn't fight the motion as Kambei pressed him into the door as gently as he could and ran his hands down the backs of his thighs, guiding his legs around his hips. Kyuzo's hands came up to Kambei's shoulders tightly as their arousals were caught together between their stomachs.

Kambei reached for the bottle now, the pop of the cork being released was barely noticeable over their harsh breaths. Tipping it slightly, he let the liquid coat his fingers. His hand drifted back behind Kyuzo and brushed his slick fingers lightly over his opening. The reaction was instantaneous. Kyuzo went board stiff in his arms and his breathing stopped altogether. Kambei stopped but didn't pull away, he just let his fingers rest there. He pressed a soft kiss to Kyuzo's chest.

"Trust me."

Slowly the tension ebbed away and Kambei applied more pressure. He could feel the battle in Kyuzo, his muscles were actually trembling, a war between his will and his instincts. He brought his other hand between them, gripping Kyuzo's shaft and slowly pumping it, easing him into a more relaxed state. It worked and the tight ring of muscle that had denied his finger entrance before loosened, allowing him to press forward. Kyuzo's breath hitched and Kambei kept his movements slow as he searched for that one special spot. Suddenly Kyuzo's eyes went wide and a ragged groan ripped from his throat as he arched, seeming unsure whether to press back onto Kambei's finger or forward into his hand.

Beautiful....

Kambei's own cock twitched at the erotic image in front of him. He took the opportunity to slide in a second finger, not sure how much longer he could wait. By the time he slipped in the third, Kyuzo was panting, his head tipped back and pressed against the door. Kambei leaned forward, licking a path up his curve of his throat as he removed his fingers. Kyuzo looked at him, brows furrowed with what Kambei hoped was disappointment at the loss.

Kambei grabbed Kyuzo's thighs, shifting their position so his erection wasn't trapped between them anymore. Then grabbed the bottle again and poured a generous amount on his straining length. The anticipation was making him lightheaded as he carelessly replaced the bottle.

Lining himself up with Kyuzo's entrance, he started applying steady pressure, his hands on Kyuzo's hips. Kyuzo went still again, his fingers digging into Kambei's shoulders almost painfully.

"Don't tense up," Kambei said, his voice a rough growl, not seeming very reassuring at all to his own ears.

But Kyuzo listened and Kambei slowly entered him. He made a small sound of discomfort and went still again, but his body stayed relaxed.

"Breathe," Kambei whispered, realizing the other was holding his breath again.

Soon Kambei was seated fully inside of him. He didn't dare move. He could barely breathe. It was so tight it was almost painful, like being squeezed by a hot, velvety vice. He rested his head on Kyuzo's chest as he fought for breath. When Kyuzo shifted, whether out of discomfort or impatience he wasn't sure, it made his vision blur and drew a growl out of him. Unable to keep still himself any longer, he pulled back slowly, unfortunately his control was too far gone to re-enter as the same pace and his hips snapped forward on their own.

A choked cry erupted from Kyuzo as he arched against Kambei, the hand of his left shoulder pulling him closer while the one on the right pushed him away. Kambei repeated the action, amazed in the transformation in Kyuzo. It made him feel powerful. Having the ability to make someone as controlled and volatile as Kyuzo writhing beneath him, his body begging for more, his control forgotten.

Sweat dampened skin slid back and forth in an erotic dance as the pace picked up. It wasn't long before Kyuzo's entire body went taut, muscles clenching and arching, and a long low moan dragged out of him as he came, splattering both of their stomachs. The feeling of Kyuzo's muscles clamping down and shuddering around him was more than Kambei could handle. He gripped Kyuzo's hips tightly, loosing all sense of rhythm as he came hard enough to white out his vision for a second.

They stayed that way, locked together against the door, muscles shaking and breathing labored. He pulled his face back from where it had been pressed into Kyuzo's neck and was unable to stop the grin from spreading across his face as he took in Kyuzo's wide eyed stunned look. Finally Kambei pulled out, gently lowering Kyuzo to the floor. He swayed slightly so Kambei slid an arm around him, taking the chance to steal a chaste kiss from the disoriented man.

He opened his mouth, intending to tease him about his current state, but before he could get the words out, someone knocked on the door.

They both froze with uncharacteristically startled looks on their faces as they stared at one another.

Author's Note: So.... that was a little long.... and detailed.... But hopefully not disappointing! Also, sorry for any mistakes, I'm going to be busy for the next few days and wanted to get this posted before then, so I didn't really get a chance to go over it as thoroughly as I would have liked.