hh_mirror | Journey into Recovery ((Sock, RP, Kusuriyuri, Yukimura, Kuronue))

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Journey into Recovery ((Sock, RP, Kusuriyuri, Yukimura, Kuronue))

What god-modding there is has been approved. Topic and action likely to wander to NSFW areas and possibly triggery.

It had taken him longer to recover than he expected, but Kusuriyuri had finally convinced Kurama that he was well enough to return to his office for the day. He had almost had to threaten his lover with wards to make Kurama go to the greenhouses. He was just finishing preparing to leave when there was a soft knock at the door. Frowning at the wards that thought about identifying the presence as Kuronue but wouldn't commit, Kusuriyuri opened the door, not surprised the knocker was Yukimura, though he was surprised to see the samurai.

"I am sorry to bother you so early," Yukimura said, bowing. "As well as at your home, but I have something I wish to speak with you about in private."

Kusuriyuri tilted his head and looked at Yukimura. A contented exhaustion overlayed a deeper sense of concern. He returned the bow and stepped back. "Please, come in. Good morning." He wondered how long Yukimura had been waiting to be sure Kurama had left for the day.

Yukimura smiled as he walked past the peddler, stepping out of his shoes easily before entering the main portion of the house. "Good morning and thank you for your indulgence."

Kusuriyuri led Yukimura to the living room and gestured for him to take a seat. He watched while the samurai knelt between the couch and the table. Kusuriyuri knelt opposite him and waited.

Boukensha crawled into Kusuriyuri's lap and Belophoebe sniffed at Yukimura before hopping up on the couch behind his head, turning to deliberately ignore him except for her tail that draped over his shoulder.

Yukimura reached up and brushed her tail, causing ti to twitch and then settle again on his shoulder. "First, I want to thank you for everything you have done for us, Kuronue and myself. Words only are not enough."

"You have done much for us, as well," Kusuriyuri murmured. He knew that Yukimura's relationship with Kurama and Kuronue helped the fox in many ways.

A smile crossed Yukimura's lips. "I also know that we are far more in your debt." He reached up and caressed Bel's tail, amusement in his features as her tail flicked around his neck, lingering, before settling on his shoulder again. His expression sobered as his hand settled in his lap. "And I am here to place myself more in your debt."

While it was expected, Kusuriyuri's eyebrow went up. "This one does not consider you in his debt," he said formally. "As to your request, this one is a medicine peddler."

"True, but as to whether what I ask is within your trade..." Yukimura protested, his hand coming up to caress Bel's tail again.

"Ease your mind, then, and make your request," Kusuriyuri suggested after watching Yukimura pet the cat's tail a long moment.

Sighing, Yukimura said, "It is a difficult thing, but Kuronue did agree to this." He looked at Kusuriyuri. "Kuronue is still having nightmares. He doesn't always recognize me when I try to soothe or wake him. While he has only snarled at me in his sleep, this is a newer development and I would not care to see it become worse."

Kusuriyuri bowed to Yukimura. "This is a difficult thing," he murmured.

Nodding, Yukimura continued, "And, neither of us is used to asking for help. But, I do not wish to have you obliged, either. I remember that thing Apos threw at you."

"Once this one's body accepted it, it has ceased to be a problem." Nor would it be one in the future with Apos trapped in the sinning tree.

"That is good to hear. I would not want you to come to permanent harm." There was genuine relief in the samurai's voice.

"What is it that you would ask of this one?" Kusuriyuri asked. "What you have said does sound as though it would be within the scope of a medicine peddler."

"It is more complex than that," Yukimura said carefully. "To allow himself to be open enough, he needs more than I am able to give him."

Kusuriyuri frowned slightly. "More?"

"Yes," Yukimura nodded. "Violence and sex are very closely tied in his mind. I tend to be more gentle unless he provokes me, and even then, I am not as harsh as he desires sometimes. But, when he receives such treatment, his mind is more open."

"Is that so?" Kusuriyuri murmured. "That may be why Akabane affected him so deeply."

A wry expression crossed Yukimura's face, his eyes hardening. "Perhaps, but we both would like him to reach a level of peace rather than just burying his heart again. I would rather he healed."

The image of Ro impinged on Kusuriyuri's mind. He'd kept his distance but he had seen how very weak and injured that part of Kuronue's mind had been. "Healing cannot be forced," he said carefully.

"I know. I also am aware that things between us may change. I also know that things may become worse before they improve." Yukimura held up his hand. "I trust and respect your judgement, both in regard to whether you'll accept and what you tell Kurama. If you will not, there will be nothing more spoken of this."

Kusuriyuri was silent a long moment, stroking Boukensha as he thought. "I would speak with Kuronue alone first," he said slowly. While he understood why Yukimura approached him—things between him and Kuronue were still somewhat awkward despite the recent changes in their relationship—he needed to know this was truly what Kuronue wanted, that he was prepared.

"Of course," Yukimura said. His eyes went unfocused for a moment and he rose. "He will be here soon," he said, bowing. "Thank you."

Kusuriyuri rose before returning the bow. "It is what is done," he said as Yukimura walked to the hall.

"By some," Yukimura said, turning as he stepped into his shoes. "Those who are indeed worthy of regard," he added with a bow, stepping out of the door.

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"Ah," was all he could manage, leaning forward and kissing at Yukimura's cheek, his jaw, his lips. He shuddered, eyes almost rolling back at the touch to his cock. "My..."

He wanted to return it, truly he did, but it was...difficult to concentrate or do anything but gasp against Yukimura's lips. The bond... The closeness. It was like Yukimura, with that brief touch, had lit up everything inside him.

Well, two could play at that, couldn't they. He pulled at their connection, let Yukimura feel as he felt, see as he saw. Not that he was seeing a lot more than the back of his skull at the moment or anything.

Having Kuronue wordless was wonderful, then feeling him, so much more than before, made Yukimura's own eyes roll back. His hand stilled, his brain unable to direct it with everything he was feeling from Kuronue. When he was able to find words again, he didn't know how much time had passed. That is what the peddler is doing to you? he gasped, his voice breathless and broken.

I truly...don't know what he's doing but it must be working, he said, gaining some sanity thanks to Yukimura's hand pausing, still, the odd duality in being able to feel as Yukimura felt at the same time was odd. It was easy to get mixed up which body he was meant to be in, or was in.

He moved while Yukimura was still reeling, shifting between his legs and rolling them over once more, working his way down, his lips meeting his neck, sucking at his mark briefly before jumping down to his chest.

I can feel so much more of you, Yukimura said still fumbling for words. The groan that filled his body when Kuronue sucked at his mark derailed what thoughts he'd been able to gather. Even more... he barely managed to get the two words together before he lost the thought again. Had he been able to remember their game, he would have had to concede.

Reaching you is easier for me too, he said, mouthing down Yukimura's stomach and lifting up one of his loves legs by his thigh. When he got to Yukimura's hips, he bypassed his cock and went right to his leg, taking his time. His cock was aching, yes, but he wanted to...enjoy this, with Yukimura. He didn't want to waste this newness on rushing.

Yukimura reached down for Kuronue's shoulder, his fingers trailing up to his hair. Feels so good, this way, he purred. He let his legs fall open, the one Kuronue wasn't supporting rolling away, leaving himself vulnerable to his lover.

Sealing his lips against the inside of Yukimura's thigh and teasing the skin there, the softness, sucking until the skin flushed pink and then a dark red. Just a small mark, one he wanted to leave and watch disappear over time. It's...better, looser, freer...I can go on and on, he rambled, running his tongue along his thigh, towards Yukimura's knee. He kissed his kneecap, drew fingernails down his calf and then moved back to Yukimura's stomach, dipping his tongue into his navel.

Yukimura groaned at the feel of Kuronue's lips against his thigh, the way he took his time this time, the attention to his legs. All of it was wonderful, things he'd been trying to show Kuronue and his lover now understood. It's amazing, he purred, his hands moving to Kuornue's shoulders as they came into reach, massaging.

Am I good? he asked, searching for some sort of acknowledgement, of word that yes, what he was doing with Kusuriyuri was okay and though it and him feel odd and changed things between he and Yukimura it was what his lover wanted as well. He kissed his way up Yukimura's stomach, dragging his hands up his sides as he went.

He was still watching him, enjoying the hands in his hair and the emotions that swayed between them, the physical feelings and touch that flowed as well, like colours mixing in a pot of water swayed by currents of the sea.

Yes, Yukimura moaned, both to the surface question and the deeper question. "Yes," he managed to moan aloud. More of you, more whole, is good. He squirmed under Kuronue's touches, not wanting to avoid them, not wanting to hurry them, just because he couldn't hold still.

Have I just been walking around half broken? he asked, to himself as much as Yukimura. He deeply enjoyed Yukimura squirming beneath him, he couldn't remember the last time Yukimura had. Lingering at Yukimura's waist, he kissed the line of his ribs and looked for sensitive places. Taking his time was...fun.

That was really an unfair question to ask him just then. Yukimura struggled to find an answer, but the way Kuronue was enjoying him, the lingering kisses, the gasps that escaped him when Kuronue did find more sensitive places kept derailing his train of thought. Feel more now, he managed to say, though he knew it didn't really answer the question, it was the best he could do just then.

Yukimura's odd response made Kuronue chuckle, and he felt sympathetic as well, however, since he could feel it too, his own lips on his stomach, fingertips rubbing his circles. Eventually his lips found one of Yukimura's nipples as he licked, again and again, sucked at it. The other he rolled between his fingers lazily.

Yukimura writhed under Kuronue's touches, his teasing. His hands sought purchase on his lover's body, tangling in his hair a moment, sliding down to his shoulders, kneading his neck. He couldn't hold himself still, nor could he stop the sounds that fell from his mouth or traveled along their connection. Even being laughed at by his lover couldn't raise his awareness enough to tease Kuronue about it.

Kuronue shivered, very much enjoying having Yukimura like this. It was heady, the kind of connection, the love, that came with being able to make Yukimura feel so good. He pinched at Yukimura's nipple, bit at his nipple lightly as he lowered himself, grinding down so that he could feel Yukimura's cock against his stomach.

Kuronue's body was warm, so very warm and wanted, even though Yukimura was sure his body was already on fire. He groaned aloud, his chest arching into Kuronue's teasing, then his hips rocking up. He let his hands slide down Kuronue's back, between his wings, almost asking permission to touch them before they slid back up and down again.

Kuronue shuddered, and his eyes fell heavy. He shook his head though. "Not--not yet," he murmured against Yukimura's skin, slid up slowly, hands moving to either side of Yukimura's head. He kissed up Yukimura's chest, nipping at his collarbone and shoulder lightly before mouthing at his neck, grinding down against him again. He had to arch a little to bring their cocks in line with each other, and even then he found his lips at Yukimura's temple, kissing while he moaned lightly.

Whimpering in acknowledgement, Yukimura's hands moved down Kuronue's sides to hold his lover as he moved up. He held his lover's hips, rocking up into them, turning his head to the side to allow his lover full access to his neck. He lifted his chin, seeking out his lover's lips even though he had to stretch for them.

Kissing Yukimura, leaning on an elbow, he let a hand wander down to his neck, his hair. Love you so much, he thought, not consciously, but the thought became him and he it. As deep as he Kissed Yukimura it still didn't seem enough. He wanted more, he wanted to be inside him.

Love you, flowed through Yukimura's being on a moan, answering Kuronue's thought, echoing through everything he was. He returned the kiss, one of his hands sliding up Kuronue's side to his shoulder. His legs shifted, wrapping around his lover's body, opening himself.

Moving back down again meant they could kiss easier, and Kuronue was almost overjoyed by the fact. Ever wonderful, the room of requirement supplied him with a vial of lube which he poured over his cock. Most slide straight off and dripped down to the mat, making things far more slippery than he would have liked. He didn't--couldn't--stop kissing Yukimura for it though, nor for when he rocked his hips against Yukimura until his cock found its own way in.

And then he could only sigh and gasp, never once stopping, keeping himself moving.

Yukimura shivered as the lube dripped off his body on its way to the mat. How could anything be that cold against his body? The discomfort was quickly forgotten, though as Kuronue's cock pressed against his body. He moaned into their kiss, the sound becoming deeper in his chest, more fulfilled, when his lover pressed into his body. And the kisses, the wonderful kisses that were his life's blood in that moment, continued, his hand sliding from Kuronue's shoulder into his hair to encourage him to continue, though he knew his lover needed them as much as he did.

The sounds. They made his mind reel.

Utterly captivated by the way Yukimura moved, felt, against and around him, the way he held him close and loved him...

Keeping his deep, slow movements, Kuronue almost felt overwhelmed. In the back of his mind a mantra started, talking of love and loss and how he'd never leave and eventually turned into gibberish nothings as his body bowed under the pleasure and intensity of it all.

Yukimura's mind was already beyond words. He held Kuronue's hair, his other hand on his ass, keeping his lover close. While he had made love to others, this was the first time someone had made love to him and everything in him was intent on experiencing everything he could. His hips moved with Kuronue's, gasps and moans as his lover slid into and out of him filling the spaces between kisses.

Were he in his right mind, that little bit of information would have surprised Kuronue, as it was he could only acknowledge the thought while he licked and nipped at Yukimura's lips in the brief moments he paused for air. Eventually, though he enjoyed the slow start, his body began to demand more and Kuronue couldn't deny himself that. Though he kept the same pace, he pulled out almost all the way, until he thought he'd have to pause to slide himself back in, and snapped his hips forward hard. He wanted to hit that place inside Yukimura that would make him more than just moan and gasp.

He wanted to feel it like Yukimura felt it, and he wanted to share it with him in his arms like this.

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