The Water Warlocks (Open Chocolate Plot, whole school)

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They'd raced through the dungeon, Kuronue taking the West end, Kurama the East, and by the time they met up again, every water pipe in the place was glowing a different color. Some were even alight with colors that didn't even exist, or sparkled and dripped in disconcerting ways.

"Excellent," Kurama grinned, shoving his wand back into its holster. "I wonder what'll happen once the sprinklers go on in the greenhouses."

There was a long pause of contemplation.

"I think you might wanna take a day or two off work," Kuronue said, catching a distant tinkle of glass as something in that general area broke. Or, broke free.

"D'you think we might not have planned this out too carefully?" Kurama asked.

Another long pause.

“Still, you know... No need to get tentacle raped or something.” Kuronue looked oddly pleased at the possibility of such happening however. Especially since he knew it was possible.

Well, it was Kurama.

_{((OOC - Kuro socking done with mun approval. Basic chocolate plot rules apply, all the water in the school is magicked, cursed, charmed, and so forth, all with different effects up to the mun. Have fun!))}

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Kuronue's breath caught in his throat at that. They--he--wanted to fuck him. Kurama still wanted him. He felt a little dizzy for a second, and in the moment, he could have died happily. Again.

Being pulled against Youko, the body he'd wanted for so very long since arriving at Hogwarts had him make a small sound not unlike a whimper and buried any thoughts on Kusuriyuri's part in all of this. He stared at Kurama, eyes wide and no doubt showing all of the roiling hopeful and needy emotions like they were written with flashing neons and bright surrounded with bright lights.

But when Youko said brace yourself, you braced yourself. Kuronue didn't know what the hell he was meant to be bracing for, so he did as best he could, unsure of what to expect and tentative. He was sure he'd knocked his head and fallen asleep at some point.

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"What did you-" Kurama started, trying so hard not to look at the expression in Kuronue's eyes, how much he wanted it, and being utterly blindsided when - in a single fluid, professional move, Youko hoisted Kuronue over one shoulder, darted forward and grabbed him around the waist, and took off towards what he was pretty sure was the Divination tower.

He realized belatedly that Youko could block his thoughts, if he wanted to. And then he realized how dangerous that was combined with being utterly truthful.

"I really do love you both," Youko was saying, taking the stairs two at a time through the moving staircases, jumping from one to the other gleefully. "For different reasons, of course, but this monogamy thing is making my brain hurt and we need to have a talk."

"We promised!" Kurama shouted back, raging against what he really, really wanted and what he'd put down as the most solemn oath. But Youko wasn't listening. And they were still heading towards Kusuriyuri.

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Staring at Youko's tail, Kuronue had a moment to blink and then it all sunk in. He couldn't even feel indignant. Whatever Youko put him through he could have agreed to whole heartedly at the moment. Oh yes, yes, yes.

He agreed, he agreed so very much with Youko, and they both did. Obviously. They needed this talk because, honestly, this tension between them could have only lasted so long before it snapped and someone got hurt. "As much as I like your reasoNING--shit, where'd you learn to land with human passengers?" he snapped, tempted to reach down and tug at Youko's tail in reprimand.

His thoughts derailed for a moment. "Why do I have to be carried like a sack of potatoes?" he growled, though he didn't squirm in the slightest. It was a long way to fall without wings.

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"Because this one," He jostled Kurama, who'd covered his face with his hands in mortification, slung over Youko's shoulder, "Would pull much harder than you just did." Either way, he slowed to a walk, sauntering along the halls.

"You want to know what he's thinking now?"

"Don't... don't tell him what I'm thinking please don't..."

"He is sending a little prayer to Inari to not be mad if Kusuriyuri says yes," Youko crowed, practically singing. Kurama made a sound between a groan and a sob and sagged against Youko's shoulder. "And I can hear her smirking."

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Kurama did too.

Oh god. He gave a small whimper and squirmed, far too aroused to be unable to touch. Circumstances for the moment rather disallowed it, however, and this was messy, so messy. "I'll tell you what I'm thinking," he said, the words falling from his mouth before he could stop them. "I'm thinking that you need to tell the truth all the time."

He gave his tail an apologetic pat, smoothing the fur out with his fingers.

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Kurama by this time was almost shaking with mortification, and it got worse when Youko's foot shot out and kicked open a door. It wasn't Kusuriyuri's door, they still weren't at the tower proper but it was a door and he could see clear as day what Youko was planning... and had absolutely no ability or inclination to stop it.

It was an unused room, a few desks and chairs and an old dusty couch the only decoration, Youko shoved Kurama off his shoulder and onto the couch, then set Kuronue down with a little more care. Then he stepped back and smiled.

"You little mortals play nice now," he said, fire and evil glittering in his eyes. "I'm going to go talk with Koibito. And Kurama," he reached out and tweaked his other half's nose, earning an indignant smack on the hand for his troubles, "tell the truth." He leaned in and gave them both a kiss, lingering a little longer with Kuronue, and then vanished. Kurama could hear/feel Youko casting a locking spell on the door, and then... they were alone.

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That kiss.

He sat, dazed, for a long moment and then turned to look at Kurama. He swallowed thickly. "If you want it so much...why didn't you talk with Kusuriyuri about it?" he asked, trying to push down the flush on his cheeks.

He shifted a little closer to Kurama, moving along the couch. He didn't stop until he was almost in Kurama's lap. "I know you love him...but you love me too, don't you?" It still sounded almost surreal, even after all they'd been through over the past year.

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"I... I don't..." he was shaking, blushing, grabbing onto Kuronue's shoulders and not sure if he was trying to pull him closer or push him away. No, pulling. Definitely pulling.

"I love you, I just... I'm selfish," he grasped Kuronue's shoulders, his knuckles turning white. "I don't want to take you after all the shit I put you through. I mean, I hurt you, why would you want me?"

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He did crawl into his lap now, encouraged that Kurama wasn't about to try and deny everything. He rubbed his cheek against Kurama's. "It hurts more seeing you with someone else and not being able to experience that myself... Or to see you conflicted..."

He reached up, cupped Kurama's face in his hands. "I could never stop loving you. Ever."

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It was more effort than he could give right now to keep from crying, and the last person he wanted to cry in front of was Kuronue. But this was his human body, with a human brain and a human heart and all the mixed-up, conflicting, horrible emotions that went with it. And the mad insane other demon part of him was of the sudden violently bright mindset that it wasn't selfish if he had Kuronue and Kusuriyuri, but balanced and well-deserved.

He'd wanted others, of course, but he needed them. He'd go mad if either of them were to suddenly disappear, but having Kuronue so close and not doing anything about it was far worse. He wouldn't want anyone else if he had them.

"I don't understand," he muttered, pressing his forehead to Kuronue's, holding him like a lifeline. His cheeks were wet and hot and he hated the feeling of crying, but hated more the idea of letting go for now.

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Tilting his head a little he pressed his lips to Kurama's tears and brushed the trails away with his thumbs. It was weird to see him cry, but it was something he associated with this red headed Kurama, expected more strangeness from him that his Youko body, since for the moment, they represented the two sides of Kurama as he saw them. "You are worth it, Kurama. I don't think even Kusuriyuri or Inari could deny us this after all we've been through."

He smiled sadly and held onto Kurama in turn, slid his arms over his shoulders and rested his head against Kurama's. It felt good just to be this close to Kurama, and to be able to hope to calm him like this. He still couldn't believe this was happening, half felt like it had to be a joke after so long being denied.

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Kusuriyuri or Inari, Kusuriyuri or Inari... Kurama's head wasn't working the way it should've, he was sure, because there was something just as important they had to consider but with Kuronue so close and kissing him so sweetly he couldn't just...

There it was, a cognitive flash in the turned-off parts of his brain. He gripped Kuronue's shoulders again, but this time with a little more urgency. "What about Yukimura?" This was said with more than a little feeling of dread, he had visions of katanas shining in the dark as maybe more than the warning of a jilted lover. Not that Yukimura could permanently hurt him, but their friendship was on shaky ground at best, and at worst... well, the man had cut his head off once.

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He blinked a little startled.

"Yuki? He has Sasuke so I don't see why he'd..." Kuronue trailed off into silence, his eyes going wide.

Yuki?

Nothing.

One of his hands flew to his neck covering where his mark should have been. he felt nothing, no Yukimura in the back of his mind, no bond, no feeling of his presence--or anyones at all.

And he'd been so wrapped up in Kurama to not have noticed.

He looked at Kurama, horrified. "The-the mark..." Yukimura would have been going insane! Kuronue had when Karasu had taken Yukimura, and to have done this to his lover after knowing that Yukimura would have been heartbroken by the prospect of his popcorning. He made a small, helpless sound, remembering that Youko had locked the door.

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"For fuck's sake," Kurama growled, the heel of one hand rubbing hard against his forehead. "I'm such an idiot. Here," He gently pushed Kuronue off his lap, even though it took a considerable effort of will to do so.

"We're both thieves still," he said, stalking over to the door. "Human, but we still have the know-how. And I really suck at spells anyway, so I'm sure this isn't too strong to keep us in for a very long time."

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Kuronue flopped back onto the couch beside Kurama rather easily for all he wanted to claw at Kurama's shoulders and stay right there. But Yukimura was too dear to him to make him worry at a time like this. They had to do something.

He stood, followed Kurama to the door. Reaching up into his hair, he pulled his wand out from the tie he had his hair up in and stared at the door. "I don't know where to start... uh, Alohomora?"

His wand glowed a little, the door clicked.

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Kurama stared. "It can't possibly have been that easy." He pushed at the door. It swung open on well-oiled hinges.

There was a long silence. "You're never going to let me live that down, are you," he said flatly, shoving his hands in his pockets. He gave Kuronue a long-suffering look. "For the rest of my life you're going to tease me about that."

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Kusuriyuri was in the divinations tower, researching hexes as well as his usual studies. He was aware of a disturbance, but putting it down to the season, as he'd not been visited by any untoward omens, he continued on his research. The oddity of Kurama's energy as he approached made him look up and frown at the door. What was going on? He waited, though, until the kitsune arrived before doing anything, just watching the door for now.

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"I hope you aren't busy, Koibito," Youko said as he strolled into the Divination room. He realized he even walked differently without the weight of humble humanity, having more swagger than he had in at least thirty years. What a damn nuisance humanity was, all that self-punishing emotional crap that got in the way of simple concepts, like the one he was going to propose (hopefully with lovely results) to Kusuriyuri. "Because first, I do have to say this again because it feels lovely to do so, I love you so much and I've been sprinkled with truth serum so even if you didn't already know, you know."

He toed off his shoes and sat down next to his lover with a flop and a grin. "And I've locked Kuronue and the rest of me up in a room together, so there is a slight bit of urgency in this dialog, but nothing insane. I won't do anything unless I hear from me first."

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Kusuriyuri frowned at Kurama. "The rest of you?" he asked. "Urgency?" While he appreciated knowing Kurama loved him, that was well established. The rest of what his lover was saying and the way he was acting didn't make much sense, though.

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"Oh," Youko managed to slow himself down. "Someone jinxed the water supply. I'm all the demon bits of me, and the human bits of me are all off in a room with Kuronue, since I locked them in. I think Kuro got hit too, since he's human, at least for now."

He took a breath. "I'm here because I want to propose a solution to the you-me-Kuronue problem."

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"This one is of the opinion that there is another involved in this," Kusuriyuri said flatly. "Is the best time to discuss this when you are not fully yourself?" he added, "Or when Kuronue is not fully himself?"

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"Sure the timing is off," he said, waving a hand, "but I'm going to keep pussyfooting around it because all that human emotional gunk makes me too worried about being selfish. I need you, and I need him, and I-" he paused, that part about Kuronue not being fully himself sinking in.

"Oh, shit," he mumbled. "I forgot about Yukimura."

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"That is so, you forgot about Yukimura. If Kuronue is not himself and he and Yukimura are bound, what has become of that? Should that not be established before you indulge in your whims?" Kusuriyuri asked sharply, rising to his feet. "Consider, if this one were not himself, what would be your first concern?"

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"Sssssshit," Youko bashed his hand against his forehead. "I'm an idiot as well. Come on, he'll likely head to the popcorn room first. The other two will stay where they are, I'm sure." He may have been a little too confident about his locking abilities.

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Kusuriyuri didn't argue about the others staying. For now, it was more important to find Yukimura, to make sure the samurai hadn't done anything rash.

Finding him was far easier than expected. Yukimura crashed into Kusuriyuri a couple of floors away, only about halfway to the popcorn room. "He's not there! He's not anywhere! Where...where is he?" the samurai demanded, grabbing onto Kusuriyuri, keeping them from falling in his panic to have answers. "Where!?" he asked, his tone agonized, his eyes seeking out Kurama.