When closets rebell ((Open RP, Great Hall))

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Channel should know I read what's said when I'm asleep.))

There were things about this school that were beyond Kusuriyuri's dreams. That he'd find ones so precious to him as Kurama and his students was still surprising to him, still enough to bring a secret smile to his lips.

There were things about this school that were beyond baffling. The tendency for friends, enemies, and otherwise to show up and vanish with little notice, for one.

The fact that his closet refused to give him anything but a short black dress this morning was another. No matter where he looked in their apartment, he could not find his kimono or even any of Kurama's clothes to charm to fit him. It was the only clothing, aside from a black headscarf, he could find.

Believing his closet to be as perverse as the rest of this school, he also figured he wouldn't find his normal clothing until he'd been properly humiliated by wearing what his closet offered.

Boukensha looked at him in askance, but insisted on riding on his shoulder as he went to the Great Hall on his way to his office to study. He hoped that there would be few about as he left, but was sure that there was some perversion in the school that would cause his hope to be rendered into naught.

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[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

It is the same, Kusuriyuri thought. We have changed for each other, and yet, he paused, though the energy continued to flow strongly, moving their bodies to its demands, we are more ourselves. The tone conveyed puzzlement and awe.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

It really is strange... Kurama buried his face in Kusuriyuri's neck, breathing in the scent of him, kissing the thrumming pulse of energy there. It was strong enough to make him open his eyes again in surprise, before closing them again and laughing. "You're so bright."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri laughed in surprise. He had no answer as to why, though. When they were together, their mingled energy didn't function the same way he was used to. That it could call it other form surprised him still. Saa na, he sent along the lines of energy.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Unable to think of a coherent response, Kurama just smiled and held Kusuriyuri tight, letting pleasure move him. It was comforting, to be connected and so comfortable this way. Beautiful.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

That is so, Kusuriyuri returned the compliment. He nuzzled into Kurama's neck, kissing, tasting, loving, holding as he was held.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

A shiver, a jolt, he tensed and the pleasure heightened almost to peak for a moment, making him moan and cling to Kusuriyuri tighter. His skin felt wonderfully overheated, his thoughts quite muddled, all focused on Kusuriyuri.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri worked his hands into Kurama's kimono as his lips, tongue, and even teeth lightly worked Kurama's neck. Completion was so close, shimmering through him on the energy that flowed through them both. He wanted it and wanted this to last longer.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama's fingers knotted into the back of Kusuriyuri's kimono, holding him close and tight. He began to pick up speed, riding that second, closer wave of pleasure towards completion, murmuring half-coherent encouragement, kissing wherever he could reach.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri's entire body tensed, his head going back, a sound between a whimper and a howl rising from his throat as his body turned itself inside out with pleasure. He clung to Kurama, encouraging his lover to continue, to feel the same pleasure.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama felt himself pushed, pulled, completely taken and he shuddered, moaning into Kusuriyuri's skin as he came, tense and hot and then suddenly so very relaxed. He moaned again, softer, feeling the wash of pleasure fall over them both, his heart still hammering away.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri clung to Kurama, his limbs trembling, weak in Kurama's arms. His entire body hummed with pleasure. He rested his head against Kurama's shoulder. He could hear the pounding of Kurama's heart and loved it. He could feel the heat of Kurama's skin and loved it. He could feel Kurama and loved him.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

It took a moment for him to catch his breath again, and when he did, Kurama began to laugh softly. He brushed damp hair away from Kusuriyuri's forehead for a kiss, still chuckling to himself.

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Kusuriyuri felt himself chuckling as well. "What amuses?" he asked, not moving away from Kurama's shoulder.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Nothing, really. I'm just happy." He wriggled a bit to turn so he faced Kusuriyuri, making the hammock rock gently back and forth. The flowers twining up the vines that held them up were pointed towards the sky and the storm. "You know, I bet I could open up the ceiling a bit." It wouldn't be difficult to get a few vines to move the glass panes to the side. "Invite the storm in. Feel the rain a little."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri hummed. "That would be pleasant, to be a part of the storm and to be warm with you."

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama smiled at that and conducted the vines to move one of the panels (like the other greenhouses, many had been replaced, and he'd rebuilt the frames so they could be removed to let in natural rain). The soft patter of rain filtered down onto them and the flowers. He could feel the plants rejoicing.

"Can you feel it too?" Perhaps Kusuriyuri could, connected as they were, and how deeply their energy was mingled.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri listened and felt along the channels of energy that belonged to Kurama. At the fringes of what he could perceive, "It is like...singing?" he asked softly, his voice just covering the distance between them.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

A quiet laugh. He whispered softly; "Isn't it great? It's why I love them. Even in makai, I can always hear their music."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri closed his eyes and gave himself over to his other sense, to the ones tangled in Kurama's energy, to listen more. His entire body was lax, given over to his lover's care. "Very," he murmured softly. "It...is a faint echo of the Mother's energy, almost."

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Waking-up songs to her children." he stroked Kusuriyuri's hair, now becoming damp with the soft rain. "She says 'wake up, wake up, give me more grandchildren!'"

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri listened. "I can only feel the elements," he sighed. "It is how I call the storm between us. I can only hear her through you." He nuzzled into Kurama's touch, returning it with gentle caresses to Kurama's face and shoulders.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama chuckled and snuggled closer. "Seems like we were made for each other, then."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"My love believes in the scarlet thread?" Kusuriyuri teased softly, reaching up to draw Kurama into a kiss. "Whatever it is, I am glad of it."

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"The pinky-string of destiny," Kurama snickered, remembering Kuwabara. "I hadn't truly believed before you."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri trailed his hand down Kurama's arm and brought his hand up. "There are many things not believed until they are experienced," he said softly, drawing Kurama's pinky finger into his mouth.