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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Kusuriyuri took Kurama's finger out of his mouth. "There is no such thing as coincidence. This one is please that fate was kind," he whispered. He turned Kurama's hand so he could kiss the palm of it.

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"I think we both deserve kindness from fate." He kissed the back of Kusuriyuri's hand. The rain had started to fade by now, replaced by a soft, warm wind.

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"All things come together," Kusuriyuri murmured, his lips moving to Kurama's wrist. He smiled softly at Kurama. "Were it not for our paths, we would not appreciate each other as much." He continued his slow trail of kisses, taking his time to feel Kurama's pulse, to taste his skin, to be with him.

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"Who knew such a winding road would lead us here," he sighed, brushing he fingers of his free hand still through Kusuriyuri's hair. He could feel the warmth between them, the still strong blanket of energy over them, and was terribly content.

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"Indeed," Kusuriyuri murmured, slowly making his way up Kurama's forearm. He kissed the sensitive skin on the inside of Kurama's elbow and then moved until he was nose to nose with Kurama. He smiled at what he saw. "I am pleased."

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"Truly?" He rubbed his nose against Kusuriyuri's, smiling still. "Pleased with a foolish fox like me? I won't lie; most of that foolishness is me bing quite in love with you."

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"Truly," Kusuriyuri said. "Very truly." He caressed Kurama's cheek. "More than imagined." He, who would have withdrawn from touch, now craved Kurama's. He, who would have been been reluctant to be open, was more than willing to allow Kurama in. "I love you," he said, letting that into his voice.

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Kurama flushed darkly, not averting his eyes. The feeling was strong as god-forged iron, linking them together tightly. It made his heart twist, latching onto that feeling of love and holding it. "Thank you." He said softly. "I love you."

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Kusuriyuri moved enough to bring their lips together, continuing to hold Kurama's gaze. He knew what Kurama felt, felt it himself. It amazed him what simple words could bring about, though it shouldn't have. His wards had power, why shouldn't spoken words?

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Kurama covered Kusuriyuri's hands with his own, returning the soft kiss. "Koibito, he said, barely above a whisper. He smiled, and kissed Kusuriyuri again. "I was searching for you all along." All the treasure and fighting, all that time, he was sure, was just bringing him closer to this.

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Kusuriyuri nodded slightly. "So it would seem," he said, as softly as Kurama had spoken. "All has been to prepare this one for his love." He closed his eyes and listened, leaning his forehead against Kurama's. In the distance, to his senses, he could hear the plants around them rejoicing, crooning their own encouragement. Closer, he could still feel the tea Kurama had given him flowing through his body, warming him, freeing him enough to express what he normally would have been slightly reticent about, though more from socialization than that he didn't feel them. "Make love to me," he whispered, color flooding his face at the directness of the reequest.

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Kurama flushed as well, though he smiled at the bold request. He moved so that he lay over Kusuriyuri, reaching around to untie the obi that still made the borrowed kimono cling to Kusuriyuri's skin. "Only if I may see all of you," he murmured softly.

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"Please," Kusuriyuri whispered. While he loved making love to Kurama in any position, there was something remarkably secure in being under the kitsune. His hands wandered to the obi where it was tied at Kurama's back and worked it loose. "And I you," he whispered.

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Kurama shrugged out of his kimono, letting it slide from their hammock-bed to the floor. He kissed Kusuriyuri again, rekindling the soft float of energy between them from an ember to a flame.

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Kusuriyuri let his hand wander over Kurama's body, kissing where and when he could, soft noises of pleasure between. He watched Kurama, felt his body, his energy, and smile gently.

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Kurama's hands traced, slowly, memorizing the feel of Kusuriyuri's skin. Soft kisses were currency now, and he exchanged them with Kusuriyuri eagerly.

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The atmosphere around them was filled with a sacredness almost like the Mother's grove. A sacredness that spoke of life and love. Kusuriyuri's hands wandered through Kurama's hair, over his skin, anywhere he could touch as he kissed and was kissed. Simple bliss filled him, surrounded him. Everything felt right, proper, as it should be.

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"It's good," Kurama murmured as they tangled together, warm and right and perfect. "This... you... are all that is good." To hell with the rest of the world; in his heart, this was truth.

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"Yes," Kusuriyuri whispered, moving to be as close to Kurama as possible, returning the compliment. His hands sought to bring them closer together, as close as possible.

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"I want it to last," he murmured softly, lips pressing to Kusuriyuri's ear. "More than anything. Just to stay with you."

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"This one wishes to keep you," Kusuriyuri murmured, a moan coloring his words. "And to be kept by you. For as long as possible." Forever wasn't a reasonable promise, not with the way things at this place changed without warning. Were they elsewhere, somewhere with known rules, the Makai, their homes, he could say forever, but in this strange place, it could only be as long as possible.

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"Then, should we ever be parted," he cupped Kusuriyuri's face in his hands, moving until they were almost joined. "Let's burn each other into our memories."

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"Yes," Kusuriyuri whispered, closing the distance between them. He wanted to remember the feel of Kurama's body surrounding him, filling him, holding him, next to him, but he wanted to feel those things more.

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"Love," he breathed, falling again into that warm, wonderful embrace, willing to stay so until the dawn and after, both of them wrapped in their love.