Yukimura cried out, his teeth tightening around Kuronue's mark as he screamed. Kuronue pulled him inside out, rebuilt him, left him trembling, weak, open, raw, unprotected and within Kuronue's arms, within his energy he was stronger, more secure, more protected than he ever had been in his life.

When he was aware of anything outside their shared experience, his body was limp under Kuronue, trembling and he could smell the girls around them. What had this looked like to them, he wondered idly, absently, not really caring. What mattered most was that Kuronue was with him.