Recovery (closed, Kusuriyuri/Kurama, likely NSFW)

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Hands charred, nasty gash on the chest, various wounds from fire and shrapnel littering his face and arms... Kurama certainly did not look like the epitome of health. He didn't feel like it either, but managed to not limp in view of anyone as he made his way to the rooms he and Kusuriyuri shared.

Even though he felt like he'd taken a stroll through the London Blitz, it wasn't his health he was concerned about. He could smell Kusuriyuri's blood thicker here, but he could also hear the cats, and Kusuriyuri speaking to them softly. With that small relief, he pushed the door open with his shoulder, sliding in and leaning against the door as it closed again with a little sigh.

"Koi," he said softly, keeping the rage at his old foe at bay until he could get the scope of the situation, "please tell me Karasu didn't actually blow your leg off."

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"No, it's okay," Kusuriyuri murmured, untying the dateobi and crawling up the bed. "See, okay," he mumbled, falling to the bed face first in his under kimono. He tried to move up farther but only managed to turn his head so that he wasn't face down in the bed. He looked at Kurama, watching his lover. "Does Itoshii need assistance?" he asked.

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Kurama looked down at his pants, at his hands, at the floor, at the ceiling, and then to Kusuriyuri, who looked so cute peeking out from underneath the kimono that he started to giggle, forgetting the earlier question. He reached over to try and pull the fabric aside and failed, ending up sprawled on his back, shaking with laughter.

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"What is it?" Kusuriyuri asked, slurring his words slightly. He tried once more, but between the drug and Kurama's laughter, he found himself laughing instead of trying to move.

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He was laughing helplessly now, tears making tracks down his cheeks as he fumbled to try and pull the kimono off of Kusuriyuri's head, and failed. He could feel the not-pain of his wounds protesting on all the strain of laughing, and forced himself to take deep breaths, calming just enough to get a handful of kimono and tug it away. Then he dug his heels into the bed and pushed himself further on so his legs wouldn't dangle, ending up with his feet on the headboard and his head to Kusuriyuri's.

It wasn't the most dignified of positions, but it was something.

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"It's enough," Kusuriyuri said, waiving his hand a little. "If you undo what I have done, then you will have to fix it," he mumbled. He considered moving, but with his feet as they were, it was probably best that they hung over the edge of the mattress. He reached over, taking one of Kurama's forelocks in hand as his eyes drifted closed.

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Kurama mumbled something unintelligible, turned his head to kiss Kusuriyuri's fingers, and fell dead asleep.

Some hours later, probably even as long as a day, he struggled awake. Sore, mouth dry, eyes still fighting wakefulness, he struggled to sit up. That didn't turn out as well as he hoped, covered as he was by Belophoebe's heavy bulk, so he settle with shoving her onto the mattress and turning onto his less-injured side and burying his face into a pillow.

That's what sucked about healing in peacetime. When the battles were still on the horizon, you didn't have time to grumble around and feel sorry for yourself.

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Kusuriyuri shifted and two things happened: Boukensha batted at his ear, complaining about his moving and his leg started to throb. With a grunt, he shifted until the throbbing eased some and reached up for the kitten-sized cat and Kurama before opening his eyes. "Itoshii?" he asked, his voice crackling and dry.

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"Urnf," Kurama replied, groping around for Kusuriyuri's hand. He found a shoulder, and for the moment, that was good enough. Slowly, he lifted his head from the pillow. He had to breathe, after all.

"I think..." he started, licking dry lips, "that we need some water."

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Kusuriyuri hummed. "That may be so," he murmured, slowly opening his eyes. "If Itoshii is able," he asked, the thought of walking just then causing his leg to throb more.

Boukensha walked over Kusuriyuri to lick at Kurama's face before turning a couple of times and flopping down, purring contentedly.

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He placed a kiss atop the little cat's head and pushed himself up, lifting his hair out of his face to gaze blearily around the room. There was the pitcher they'd used earlier, and the bathroom wasn't too far away to manage. He shoved himself up and levered his legs off the bed. Standing, it seemed, was only on the list of difficult but not impossible things.

"I think I have a dumbover," he muttered, then teetered over to the pitcher, grabbing it as he made his way to the bathroom to refill it. On his way back he scooped up a pair of goblets from a shelf, then sat back down on the bed and poured for them both. "Kanpai."

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"This one should not mix medicine when he is in pain," Kusuriyuri said ruefully, adjusting himself so he could sit. "My apologies, Itoshii," he murmured, bowing over the cup of water as he took it. "How is it you feel?" he asked.

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"Don't worry about it," he said, draining his cup and pouring another. That one went the way of the first, then he set the cup aside. He looked down at his bandaged hands, which had begun to ache again. "Not terrible, just sore. The chest is the worst. You?"

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Kusuriyuri drank the water. "The leg is not comfortable," he murmured, frowning at it. He leaned lightly against Kurama's shoulder. "Just willow bark, though," he said dryly, referring to what painkiller he would prepare them as soon as he felt like moving or his case joined them.

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"No joke," he murmured, glancing down at the offending leg. He wrapped his arm around Kusuryuri carefully. "Willow bark should be enough for whenever, definitely. I think we deserved that prolonged nap, though."

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"Itoshii has been gone much, this one has been much involved," Kusuriyuri murmured, leaning into Kurama's body carefully. He placed his hand on Kurama's leg. "This one would prefer to spend time with Itoshii that is not recovery," he mused.

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"I don't have anything planned for a while," Kurama said, a slow grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Though, what kind of trouble could a couple of invalids get into, I wonder?"

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Kusuriyuri raised an eyebrow. "Trouble?" he asked solemnly "Itoshii is frequently interested only in trouble, is it?"

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His grin widened. "Well, I am a very troublesome person, you know. Though I suppose we could just sit back and... look at etchings or something."

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"Etchings? Is that what Itoshii will call it now?" Kusuriyuri asked, his other eyebrow going up as he turned a little to look at Kurama.

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"Taking into context that time you painted me..." he laughed. "But really, Koibito. Must you always tease me? Pitiful, sad fox all banged up, who only wants to be sweet to his poor, injured lover..."

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"If Itoshii truly objected to being teased, he would have said something much earlier," Kusuriyuri said solemnly. "Itoshii's joy is in trying to inspire symapathy, or, failing that, desire," he added dryly.

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"I like to keep in practice. Though if you like I could try inspiring terror and obedience?" He blinked innocently at Kusuriyuri, leaning back on his elbows. "Or fear and loathing?"

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"Terror? Fear? Itoshii thinks he could inspire this one to such?" Kusuriyuri asked, his tone utterly dry and bland as he looked at Kurama deadpan.

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Kurama looked up at the ceiling, tilting his head from side to side. "Mmm, good point. Probably not. So I have to at least try for the desire. That one's easy."

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Taking a drink of water, Kusuriyuri set the cup to the side. "Is Itoshii recovered enough to strive for desire?" he asked solemnly. He was of the opinion that Kurama would have to be seriously ill or injured to not try.