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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"I don't specifically desire it. Pain and joy can be mutually exclusive; I feel joy so easily from you that I don't even think about pain." He grimaced at the thought, realizing that psychoanalyzing oneself was never an ego-happy process.

He curled around Kusuriyuri, holding him easily now that the pain was gone completely. "When it happens, though, I like to cling to the feeling. To remember what it was like before. I don't regret that I can't go back to that, as long as I can remember what it was like to be there."

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"Hmm," Kusuriyuri murmured from the edge of sleep, though he was relieved that Kurama didn't desire pain from him. He wasn't honestly sure he'd be able to provide such for his lover, though he would try if Kurama had wanted him to. "Hen na koto," he mumbled, nuzzling into Kurama's hold.

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All that buildup and now you're sleepy, Kurama griped inwardly, though he couldn't resist a smile. "Yeah, but you knew that already," he said, pressing a softer kind of kiss to the corner of Kusuriyuri's mouth.

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Kusuriyuri hadn't quite had the energy to spare to heal Kurama, but he had to do it, he had to know that Kurama was alright. His body demanded rest, to restore itself and feeling Kurama hold him easily let his mind drift into an easy sleep, one that did much to restore him. His legs still ached when he woke, but the pain was much less. He blinked, waking slowly.

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Kurama reached down and stroked Kusuriyuri's hair. He'd woken up earlier, but had been loath to move, instead sitting up to read.

"Good morning, Koi," he murmured. "Good dreams?"

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Kusuriyuri nuzzled into Kurama's hand. "Morning," he replied, shifting his head a little to be on Kurama's lap. "This one does not recall his dreams," he said softly. "Did Itoshii sleep well?" he asked, tilting his head a little to look up at his lover.

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"When I slept, yes," he said. He set his book aside, shifting to lay down again. "Your legs?"

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"Sore, but recovering," Kusuriyuri replied, moving to allow Kurama to change positions. "And, Itoshii, your chest, your hands?" he asked, keeping himself a little away from laying on Kurama's chest.

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Kurama grinned and thumped his chest with a fist. It was a bit of a stupid idea - his hands were still quite tender - but he managed to pull it off without a grimace. "When my Koibito heals a man, he stays healed."

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Kusuriyuri raised an eyebrow at Kurama but let his head relax onto Kurama's chest. "It would be better if the healing were not needed," he said softly, his hand caressing Kurama's stomach. "But, this one is pleased Itoshii is better."

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"I'll try to play nice with the other children," he said, twirling a lock of Kusu's hair around a finger. "I'd much rather we spend our energy on things that are not healing."

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Kusuriyuri tilted his chin a little to look up at Kurama. "Children?" he asked solemnly. "What is it Itoshii would rather spend his energy on?" he asked, though the answer was obvious.

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"I don't know," he mused, looking up coyly. "Walks in the park, swimming, perhaps a little base jumping or mountain climbing."

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"If that is what Itoshii desires to do, then this one will not stop him," Kusuriyuri said, pushing himself away, though he had no intention of moving far, doubting that Kurama would actually let him get away, or move away himself.

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"But there is always something much more exciting than those things," he countered, pulling Kusu back into his arms. "Much better shared than solo."

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Kusuriyuri allowed himself to be pulled down again. "Is Itoshii able for such excitements?" he asked solemnly. "And, what is it he wishes to share?"

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"Like I said, when you heal me, I make sure to stay healed." He leaned in, nipping Kusuriyuri's ear. "But if you'd like me to prove that point, I'm more than willing to share all kinds of things."

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"And, yet, you will resist being healed," Kusuriyuri mused, his voice still solemn as he tilted his head enough to make it easier for Kurama to reach what he wanted.

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"I didn't say I'm not stubborn and stupid," he murmured, snuggling closer. No question to his willingness or ability now that there was nothing between them, like painkillers, stubbornness, or sleep.

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Kusuriyuri's fingers found their way into Kurama's hair. "Stubborn, yes, though Itoshii is more foolish than stupid," he said, his voice soft, arousal just beginning to color it.

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"Mmm, you're too kind to me," he insisted, his hands going to Kusuriyuri's thighs, drawing him close so they could twine together. "So kind, to a bad fox."

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"A foolish fox," Kusuriyuri countered, letting Kurama move his body anyway he wanted. His legs, though sore, didn't ache when they moved, so he lifted one over Kurama's hip. "A foolish fox that is mine," he murmured, his lips brushing over Kurama's neck.

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Kurama sighed, ultimately in pleasure and secondarily in amusement, running his hands along Kusuriyuri's legs with the touch of a connoisseur. "All yours," he confirmed. "Every piece."

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"And, this one is yours," Kusuriyuri murmured, pleasure beginning to fill his voice as his lips continued to brush Kurama's neck. "Every piece."

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His energy opened to Kusuriyuri, inviting him in immediately. "Even the little dark pieces," he murmured. "Those are yours too."