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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"Only almost?" Kusuriyuri asked, trying to tease, but his voice carried with it want for more. He managed not to whimper when Kurama pulled away, but only just barely.

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"Not too good to stop," he purred, running his tongue along the underside of Kusuriyuri's cock, pulling the tip into his mouth with a little moan.

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Kusuriyuri moaned, his fingers continuing to massage Kurama's ears. Don't stop, he begged. It didn't matter just then just what Kurama did as long as he didn't stop. Even the ache in his legs didn't matter, fading into the background. Kurama had that effect on him more often than not, reciprocation of his lover's need for him.

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Kurama swallowed him in, groaning, clutching at Kusuriyuri's hips though his hands ached like fury. The hurt was a distant second to pleasure, though, and the extra niceness of listening to Kusuriyuri's 'voice' as he played.

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Kusuriyuri's hands moved to Kurama's, his energy still flowing through them, unfocused, though no where near as strong as it could be. Itoshii, he begged, though whether the word was verbal, he couldn't have said.

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Their fingers twined together, Kurama battled with the want to tease and the need to let Kusuriyuri come, to hear him moan in that wonderful way. Teasing lost and he moaned, mouth and throat working his lover to completion.

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Kusuriyuri gasped, his hips rocking into Kurama's mouth. He cried out, the sound becoming a choked moan. When Kurama was intent on his completion, it never took long. This time was no exception.

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He swallowed, making sure he'd taken everything before pulling away and pressing another kiss to Kusuriyuri's stomach, taking second to catch his breath.

He smiled softly. "Feel any better, Koibito?"

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Kusuriyuri opened his eyes, unsure when they'd closed. He returned Kurama's smile. "Hmmm," he murmured. "And Itoshii?" he asked, his voice still needy.

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Kurama hummed in return, the noise dissolving into a chuckle. "Much."

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Kusuriyuri reached up to touch Kurama's cheek. "Is that all that Itoshii desires?" he asked, his fingers tracing Kurama's cheekbone and his jaw.

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"Surprisingly," he admitted, moving up so he was within easier reach, "I can't think of anything I'd rather do than this." It still hurt too much to move the amount that would be required, anyway.

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Kusuriyuri blinked. "Truly?" he asked. "Itoshii desires no more? He who is insatiable is satisfied?" He laid his hand on Kurama's cheek, then his forehead. "Should this one see about more medicine?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

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Kurama snickered, nuzzling into Kusuriyuri's hand. "Is it so wrong that I don't want to risk that gash reopening? Unless you like making love in pools of blood, in which case I wish you'd mentioned things like that earlier."

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Kusuriyuri shook his head. "No," he said, his hand moving to Kurama's arm, encouraging his lover to lay next to him as he shifted to sit. His feet throbbed, but they could be ignored. "If Itoshii's chest is that damaged, this one should see to it," he said, reaching for the bandages.

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He reached out and grabbed Kusuriyuri's hand, bringing it back. "Don't worry, I'm fine for now." He laughed again, leaning in for a kiss. "It's enough giving you pleasure."

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Kusuriyuri frowned. "Why is it you are preventing me?" he asked, stilling, watching Kurama. "Is it that you desire to be in pain? That you desire to remain marked when it is not needed?"

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"I'm not in pain at the moment," he protested. "I just don't want to move around and cause a blood eruption."

The fact that Kusuriyuri seemed genuinely worried (and perturbed) that he didn't want to go any farther was in turns funny and disconcerting. Funny, because it was true that he really enjoyed sex, and disconcerting that it had become such an apparently domineering factor of his image. His ears twitched flat, and he made a face in an effort to be endearing.

Truth to be told he'd likely give in if Kusuriyuri kept giving him that 'I'm pretty sure you've gone mad or I did something wrong' look.

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"Why is it Itoshii is not healing? Why is it he will not allow this one to see, to heal him?" Kusuriyuri asked, his hand resting on Kurama's shoulder. "Why, if it is unneeded, does Itoshii insist on pain?"

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"I am healing," he promised. "Just not as quickly as usual. But I am not, at the moment, in pain. In fact, I'm trying to avoid pain." He chewed his lip a moment, thinking. "We don't necessarily need to stop, I just can't think of a position where we could both be comfortable." Kusu straddling him was out of the question, with legs so damaged as they were, and Kurama on top would be a lot of dangerous bending.

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Kusuriyuri frowned slightly. "Itoshii healed quicker from the fight with the samurai. Why is this so difficult to heal?" he asked. His hand moved to Kurama's hair, his fingers trailing through it. "If Itoshii does not desire, there is no joy in it," he murmured. "But, this one is concerned for Itoshii." He sighed, his hand coming to rest on Kurama's shoulder, his eyes on it a moment, then looked back up at Kurama. "Will Itoshii allow this one to offer what healing may be given?" he asked. While he didn't have the energy to fully heal the wound, he could get it to the point where bleeding wouldn't be an immediate concern.

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"Probably because you were there right away to help," he mused. Kurama wasn't exactly the best of healers to be sure, and his fight with Karasu didn't help things. He'd been picking at it before, too, marveling at being able to see his own bones, intact.

It... had been a weird night.

"Don't wear yourself out," he begged, though he didn't resist.

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"This one will not be able to rest properly if he is concerned for Itoshii," Kusuriyuri murmured. He placed his hands on either end of the gash. While his energy wasn't up to a full healing, his skill guided his energy to where it was most needed. He closed his eyes to focus, "Why does Itoshii desire pain?" he asked again, his voice distant. "Why must he be punished?"

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Kurama meditated on the question, sing it as an excuse to not dwell on the strange feeling of a wound closing on fast forward.

"It is what I know," he said finally, eyes closing. "I know pain. It in everything is one of few constants. Something familiar." Comforting, even, in a strange world, where the only (though not less important) other comforts were a lover, a few friends, and a willing student, all unfamiliar in years to such a long lifetime.

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Kusuriyuri did as much as he could just then, which was ensuring the skin was firmly closed and the muscles were well on their way to healing. He let his hands relax and rested his head on Kurama's shoulder, exhausted but more at ease now. "Does...is it that Itoshii desires pain?" he asked softly. "From this one?" he added, clarifying his question. "Is it difficult to accept joy? Or are joy and pain one?"