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

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((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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"There is not much of a view of the sky from the tea house," Kusuriyuri murmured. "If Itoshii wishes to see the moon, greenhouse seven would be better." He looked up at Kurama and smiled. "There will be a storm soon," he said. "Within the week."

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"Ho? Is that so?" he managed to keep his one one of polite interest He didn't, however, manage to suppress the shiver of anticipation that ran down his spine. "Perhaps greenhouse seven, then, to greet the moon before the storm takes her?"

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"Does the storm steal or does the moon give himself to it?" Kusuriyuri asked, his fingers tracing light patterns on the skin of Kurama's wrist.

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"Such secrets I have not yet learned the answer to." Hm, was Kusuriyuri playing hardball? It certainly looked that way. Interesting. "Perhaps, tonight, we could attempt to learn."

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"It would be most interesting, to see if we could know the truth of it," he said as his hand slid fully onto the sleeve of the kimono so he was no longer touching Kurama's skin.

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Kurama's smile was still polite, though inside he was very fiercely fighting temptation. He was sure he would calm down once he got some tea in him - wait, no. Not with the 'special' blend he had mentioned. That was something he'd cooked up specifically for very amorous nights with Kusuriyuri. Now it would be even more of a challenge.

He couldn't wait.

He opened the door to greenhouse seven with a bow. "If you will make yourself comfortable, I will prepare the tea and bring it," he smiled. Even better that this game would have them out of each other's sight for a moment. Time for each of them to plan and imagine.

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Kusuriyuri slipped his fingers along Kurama's hand as he entered the greenhouse. "I shall wait, then, my love," he murmured, turning to face Kurama just inside the doorway.

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"Please bear it a little while," he said, and then bowed out to retreat to the tea house. He paused just inside the door to make himself cool down a bit before preparing the tea. He was pretty sure he'd already lost this game (not that he minded at all) and that Kusuriyuri would continue to be just as subtle and patient as ever. Really, he didn't have a chance.

He prepared the tea quickly and set everything on a tray, carrying it with him back to seven, bidding the vines to open the door for him.

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Kusuriyuri enjoyed these little games. It warmed him to feel just how much Kurama desired him and amused him to what lengths the kitsune would go to secure his claim. He sat in the hammock, letting it support his body rather than kneeling as he waited, curious to see just how Kurama would react.

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Kurama kept his face schooled to calm, useless as it was. Kusuriyuri could surely feel the excited energy radiating off of him in waves. It was an image thing, though, and Kurama was stubborn. He bowed politely, growing a table on which to set the tray and sitting next to Kusuriyuri on the hammock, close enough so they just barely touched, and poured their tea.

"I hope you enjoy it," he smiled, offering Kusuriyuri a cup.

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Kusuriyuri could smell the aphrodisiacs in the tea when he took the cup. "Itadakimasu," he murmured. He sipped. Kurama had done his research regarding what would be most effective and Kusuriyuri could feel warmth spreading through his body. "It is quite pleasing," he said softly, his expression calm, controlled.

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"Itadakimasu." Kurama joined in the drinking with a smile. He already knew he'd lost, and the tea wasn't going to help at all. "I had hoped it would be."

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"It is different than other teas Itoshii has made," Kusuriyuri observed, looking up at Kurama. "Is there a reason?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, deliberately in invitation.

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"I had thought to make something just for us," he said, leaning close. "Just for fun."

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"For fun?" Kusuriyuri asked. "Though, when my love decides to, he is quite creative." He reached across and touched Kurama's hand lightly.

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"I am inspired by my love." He turned his hand so Kusuriyuri's fingers touched his palm. "And inspired to make you happy, if I may."

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Kusuriyuri's free hand came up to caress Kurama's cheek. "And, yet, you try so hard to deny yourself," he said softly, drawing Kurama down. "Ore no baka."

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"There was a time when I could truly deny myself. And then I met you," he laughed softly, setting down his cup and following Kusuriyuri's lead. "Of course, I can't resist playing around every so often. Are you irritated?"

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Kusuriyuri's fingers wandered into Kurama's hair. "No," he murmured. "My love is playful when he is happy. Why should I be irritated because he is happy?"

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Kurama nuzzled Kusuriyuri's hands. "Sometimes I get a little too competitive," he said softly. "But I am never unhappy when I am with you. I love you."

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"I love you, too," Kusuriyuri whispered and drew Kurama in for a kiss. "This time," he said after the light touch, "I shall lose."

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"Just this once," Kurama sighed back. That kiss, soft as it was, felt amazing. He wrapped Kusuriyuri in his arms, begging another, deeper kiss.

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Kusuriyuri held back a moment to look at Kurama a moment before returning and deepening the kiss. He let his hand caress Kurama's scalp, just enjoying the kiss, not deliberately raising any energy, only allowing that which was there, on the surface, to flow.

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Even without the aphrodisiac tea, and the teasing, kissing Kusuriyuri was sweet. Wonderful. The taste of him, the soft thrum of his energy (there, even when he wasn't using it) was all more that enough intoxication. The tea was for fun, like Kurama had said, but it wasn't nearly needed. Kusuriyuri was enough of an aphrodisiac for him alone.
"Koi," he murmured softly, breaking the kiss, "you are the storm."

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Kusuriyuri smiled softly. "Does that make my love the moon?" he asked. "Is he taken or does he give himself over?" He caressed Kurama's cheek. Perhaps it was foolishness, but he loved Kurama's foolishness, the silly mannerisms, the compliments, the seeming addiction all made him feel that Kurama really did desire him, which made him desire Kurama that much more.