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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Keeping well aware of just how Kuronue felt, Yukimura looked at the girls. He was pleased that not only did his lover feel that the attention was loving, appreciative, but the girls seemed quite interested in continuing. A couple of them were already squirming. He reached down, threading his fingers through Kuronue's hair and lifting his chin. "You're not done yet, my love," he said. "Now, undress me and use that mouth for something good," he said, his fingers tracing Kuronue's lower lip. "If you do a good job, I'll fuck you in front of the girls and let you come while they watch. If you don't, I'll ask Mamechiho-chan where she put that little toy we bought last time."

"It is in my purse, Yukimura-dono," Mame-chan replied helpfully.

Yukimura turned a smile on her. "Thank you. It is good to know you are well prepared."

At least he wasn't walking anymore because that had been killing him. Yukimura's hand in his hair had made him moan lightly, looking up at Yukimura with heavy-lidded eyes and shuddering lightly. He groaned at his orders, tongue flicking at Yukimura's finger.

He shifted, hands automatically lifting working at Yukimura's clothes. Hakuma, yukata first, his movements quick and jerky in his need. That Yukimura had gone through with getting Mamechiho a toy, that she had it with her made his cock twitch, and be bit his lip as he worked at Yukimura's pants. His eyes slid to the side and he met eyes with one of the girls who was blushing and holding a hand before her mouth. He smiled, gripped Yukimura's thighs when he was finally naked and kissed at his cock, using his cheek to press it up against Yukimura's belly and sucking at the underside.

There was a small chorus of giggles and moans when Kuronue began working on his cock. Yukimura smiled at the girls, then turned to Kuronue, running his fingers through his lover's hair, moaning softly himself to encourage his lover. "Do not touch yourself, though. I don't want you coming before I give you permission, and you have to make me want to give you permission," Yukimura said, another chorus of noises from the girls marking their approval of the order. Tell me if it is too much, my love, he added gently. He knew he'd been teasing his lover a rather long time already.

As long as you realise that I won't last long at all when I finally get attention, it's fine, he said, looking up at Yukimura, moaning a little at his orders and tilting his head as he pulled it back, being sure to meet Mamechiho's eyes and hold her gaze as he took Yukimura into his mouth.

After a moment, even though he'd enjoyed her sigh and the way she gripped her friends hand beside her, squirmed as much as the other girls, he had to close his eyes and concentrate on Yukimura. It wasn't easy, since the girls and his own arousal kept distracting him, making the task of making Yukimura want to let him come more difficult. It was pure, delicious torment, and his wings shifted in frustration, in enjoyment, as he sucked and pulled back on Yukimura's cock. He worked him with enthusiasm, taking Yukimura as deep as he could, choking a little when a slight squeal from one of the girls distracted him.

That brought his attention to the scent in the air, thickening and he groaned, the sound something purely desperate. He clutched at Yukimura's hips, nails digging in.

I didn't think you would, Yukimura teased his lover. The scent in the room was strong enough that he could smell it easily and was enjoying it. He looked at Mame-chan, raising an eyebrow. She nodded, her tongue darting out to her lips. He lowered his chin a little and pulled Kuronue back, off his cock. "Now, my little bat, you are going to ride my cock so these girls can see what you look like with a dick in your ass. And, girls, if you feel like touching yourself, or each other, please do. He will enjoy it," he added, as he walked behind Kuronue and laid down with his head toward the group, holding his erection up and looking at Kuronue.

Oh god.

He eyes squeezed closed for a moment and when he opened them again several of the girls were pulling skirts up and tops down. He groaned and rose, bit his lip at the expression on Yukimura's face, the way he was expectant and demanding.

He had to stand briefly, and that was little difficult, but he fell to his knees soon enough, one either side of Yukimura's hips. He was panting, almost ravenous with need, and he couldn't touch his own cock so he touched Yukimura's like it was his own, lifted himself up and let it fill him abruptly. It was like a shock of lightning had passed through him as he felt Yukimura's heat, the rush of pleasure from just the right angle. He cried out, and that set of a chain reaction amongst the girls, which only made him moan again as he began to move, raising his head to watch.

Yukimura groaned himself from the way Kuronue just slid down him. It was wonderful and he was very pleased that his lover was enjoying this so much. "Keep moving," he instructed. "You cannot come until I touch your cock and you have to convince me and the girls that I should," he said. He enjoyed the sounds that caused from the girls as they realized they had a role to play as well. He let his hands caress Kuronue's legs and sides, encouraging his lover to move, as he braced his feet to give him some leverage to rock his hips up into Kuronue's strokes.

Whimpering, Kuronue managed to cast his eyes around the room, and that only made it all the more difficult. Especially since Mamechiho had a hand down Kanae's skirt and several of the other girls weren't being the least bit discreet. He'd never before felt so utterly overtaken by want and need. The visual feast of not only Yukimura, but the girls as well, the way Yukimura bucked up into him, had him crying out, trying to speak and failing, the words more moans than anything resembling Japanese.

"Please," he gasped, leaning forward to rest his hands on Yukimura's shoulders. It took away the temptation to touch his cock, to come. "Oh gods, please, I can't..."

Some of the girls were moaning loudly now. "Should I let him come?" Yukimura asked, looking at Kuronue though his question was for their audience. A chorus of moans and a yes from Mame-chan answered him. "Ah, very well," he whispered, caressing his hands in to Kuronue's stomach, still taking his time, before wrapping them around his lover's cock. "Come, my love," he gasped as his own body prepared to follow Kuronue's.

Flushed and gasping for breath, all of the air in the room seemed to just up and vanish when Yukimura touched his cock. Kuronue rocked into Yukimura's hands, back onto his cock, and was lost within seconds. His eyes rolled back, mouth falling open as his head dropped.

He came, making a quiet choking sound. His scream just simply wouldn't come, his body was pulled to tight. His orgasm threatened to knock him out as he spilled himself onto Yukimura's stomach, his hands.

Several girls came with Kuronue and Yukimura. Their sounds just filtered into Yukimura's awareness as the tightness of Kuronue's body drew him over into orgasm with a groan. He wrapped his arms around Kuronue's body, holding him, listening as the rest of the girls came.

After a long moment, Mame-chan crawled over. "Yukimura-dono," she said softly, "may I?"

Are you ready for her to taste your wings? Yukimura asked Kuronue, to see if he was aware enough yet.

Kuronue managed to verbalise a wordless close-lipped moan, and not much else. Cheek pressed to Yukimura's shoulder where he'd apparently fallen, he was staring at several of the girls close by, but his eyes drifted up to Mamechiho when she came close.

He closed his eyes, wondering if he was dreaming. Yes, he replied after a moment, nothing but dazed enjoyment. Mamechiho was quickly becoming a precious friend, among other things, and that she was curious about his body made his cock ache as it hardened much quicker than it should after coming so hard. He extended his wings, made them curl and brush against her.

"As you like," Yukimura said when he received his answer, watching Kuronue's wings move.

Mame-chan turned her head to catch Kuronue's wing as it brushed her cheek, bringing her fingers up to brush along the wing bone, not holding it, just exploring the texture and feel of it as her lips gently caressed the part closest to her mouth.

There was a small sound from their audience, a mixture of amazement and shock mixed with a little bit of jealousy. "How is it?" one of the girls asked, seconded by several others.

Mame-chan laughed. "Like warm leather," she replied, kissing again, her tongue darting out. "But, tastes like skin of the upper thigh."

There was a chorus of scandalized gasps and then giggles at a geisha talking so frankly, but Yukimura was sure that Mame-chan wouldn't speak so freely if she didn't trust those gathered with her reputation.

Kuronue moaned at the hot brush of tongue, his wing shuddering along with the rest of him. The sensation was far more sharp than it should have been with his sensitivity, and in places numbness, but overall it was pleasing and the way she spoke, the way those around them acted was wonderful.

With a bit of effort he picked his head up, watched with heavy eyes and an indulgent expression. At this point, if Mamechiho's reputation ever suffered because of this, or their other times together, Kuronue would make sure they would pay, wouldn't rest until they were both avenged. Dishonour wasn't something she could afford.

"They're very sensitive," he said, voice hoarse. "Feels just like it would if you touched my cock." He smiled lazily, half tempted to rock down against Yukimura, equally tempted to reach out and draw Mamechiho into a kiss, show her how to please him, drive him crazy.

"Oh," Mame-chan said, giggling a little.

"Here," Yukimura said, pointing helpfully, "he is very sensitive. If you try, you can make him come just by playing with his wings," he added, almost a challenge, almost an invitation.

Mame-chan's answering smile was hungry as she looked at them both and moved to where Yukimura had indicated. "That is most wonderful to know," she said, her lips moving to kiss the spot before her tongue began working on it. "It does taste a bit like cock," she added, drawing another chorus of giggles and gasps.

The utterly shameless words coming from Mamechiho were sending him quite mad, that hungry look had his cock twitching. The tongue didn't help, had his head dropping as all of his breath rushed out of him and his eyes just about crossed. He moaned, long and loud. He could hear some of the girls whispering to each other, wanting to be in Mamechiho's place, hear the rustling of clothes, of obvious sounds of the girls pleasuring themselves and watching.

He moved, rocking down against Yukimura. Tell--tell her about my teeth... Fore some reason the idea of having Mamechiho's fingers running over his fang-like canines was just as arousing as thinking of them on his cock. He thought the girls might enjoy it too, since some of their curiosity had to be on his odd physiology. He wanted to show off.

"Mame-chan," Yukimura whispered in response to Kuronue's plea. "Did you want to see his fangs? They are quite sharp." He caressed Kuronue's scalp a moment before pulling his head up. "Show her," he ordered Kuronue. "Unless you want to make him come that way first," he said to Mame-chan.

"Teeth?" she asked, lowering herself a little to look, her fingers taking over for her tongue. "Ah, fangs!" she giggled. "Like a vampire," she added, reaching out to touch the point of one curiously. "Sharp," she added, approving. "But, first, I should finish, yes?" her tone became serious, though the giggle after didn't help prove her point as she turned back to use her tongue on Kuronue's wing.

He'd opened his mouth and given her finger a lick when it had come close, delighted with the way Yukimura had him move his head. She'd taken her hand away too quick for him to be able to suck on it, but by then he was more interested in the sensations of her tongue against his wing. She'd remained in that place Yukimura had showed her, proving to be astute, and with the way his head was back he couldn't hold back his moans at all.

Taking liberties, Kuronue stretched his other wing out, looked at the girls before him with a wanton expression. "Come see," he breathed, arching and making a pleasured expression as Mamechiho explored further. "Join in, touch Yukimura, too."

Several of the girls seemed to have been waiting for that, and he delighted in letting them touch him, feminine hands skirting along his skin and through his hair. Kanae was by Mamechiho's side, who showed her what she'd leaned, several other girls learning from example. This was what he'd wanted, and he let Yukimura see the flicker of his utter joy at it becoming reality.

He looked down, met Yukimura's eyes, shifted to run a hand over his lips, curling fingers behind his ear to tease sensitive skin. "He likes being touch--ah! Oh, do that again. Yes, hmmmnnn..." It took him a second to get his thoughts back. "Touched here," he said, pressing fingers to where Yukimura enjoyed to be touched, kissed, loved.

Hands pulled at his face, and Kuronue found himself getting a little lost in pleasure as a breast was presented to him, he leaned over and closed his lips over it, rocked down against Yukimura again as he moaned. Is--is this okay, Yuki? He wanted this with all his heart, but he wasn't sure if Yukimura had limits in this sort of situation.

I'll have to punish you later, Yukimura promised even as he writhed under the touches. He slid his hand out of Kuronue's hair and pushed his lover upright slowly, making sure the girls moved with him, especially Mame-chan, who seemed to be enjoying this very much. "Who wants this?" he asked, stroking Kuronue's cock with one hand, "Or this?" he asked, touching his own lips with the other, his eyes on Kuronue, a challenge in them.

He rose up happily, feeling one or two hands slide over his chest as he did, gasping as Yukimura's hand stroked him. Lips were at his cheek, more hands sliding along the curve of his ass. The promise of punishment only made him shiver, and he acknowledged it, a little too distracted to respond properly. Fingertips were at the base of his wings, making him cry out, rock forward into Yukimura's hand.

He missed the response Yukimura got, but there was surely a few affirmative, but the girls were hesitating, unsure of just what Yukimura wanted for all their hands wandered and lips descended. Kuronue watched as one girl bent, tilted Yukimura's head toward her with slender fingers and pressed her lips to his. What are you doing? he asked, curious and excited, then reeling as more hands, warm bodies, pressed against him, his wings.

Being kissed quite well, Yukimura teased as he leaned into the girls kisses. By the way, you can't come until Mame-chan says you may, he added, one of his hands sliding along the floor, following up a soft leg until he found the warm wetness at the inner junction, drawing out a gasp from the girl as he worked her folds.

Kuronue whimpered, loosing track of whose hands were where and unable to do much but reach out and touch, be touched. Letting himself indulge in this while he still had some sanity, before his cock drove him to insanity, he turned his head, met lips and skin. His hands slid along soft skin of limb and combed through hair. Eventually his fingers slid inside one of the girls and he listened to her mewls, but then it could have been any of them.

He tried to pull away, to let Mamechan know that he couldn't come, to get her to let him come, but it was like the girls had guessed or fate was working against him. There was hands in his hair, pulling his head back, fingers in his mouth, lips. A tongue greeted his and he moaned. You.. He couldn't finish the thought. There was an image instead, Yukimura cackling evilly.

Yukimura projected back innocence and pleasure in what they were doing. He knew that he could pull away long enough to get her attention if he wanted to, but he wanted to prolong this treatment as long as possible. He rocked his hips against Kuronue, just to remind his lover that he was still there, able to do other things to him.

He moved his other hand and found it pressed to another girl's breast and began massaging that. He was able to see just enough to know that she was kissing another girl's breast while she pressed his hand to hers. Pleased, he tweaked her nipple.

Kuronue grunted, circled his hips happily, almost sobbing in pleasure, and rocking slowly. He hadn't slipped out yet, had been a constant presence, even with all the hands, the sighs and feminine cries of pleasure. "Mame..." he managed, his wings shaking, pressing against Kanae's slightly smaller body. "Please, he won't...let me..."

Someone near his ear made a sympathetic coo and attacked his ear with lips teeth and tongue, exploring, and that stole his attention, no matter the hands in his cock, sliding along where Kuronue's ass and Yukimura's cock connected. Then there were lips on his wings just right, on both sides, and gods that was going to make him come. "Ah! Please," he cried hoarsely, feeling the girl he had his fingers inside come and very nearly coming himself.

Kuronue's cry and the sounds the girls made and Mame-chan's humming consideration and the girls' hands along where his body joined Kuronue's conspired to make it very difficult for Yukimura to keep up his game. He hummed to Mame-chan, trying to let her know it was up to her when Kuronue came, his mouth occupied by the girl he was kissing becoming more insistent as she drew closer to orgasm, either self-induced or aided, he couldn't see.

"All together," Mame-chan whispered, her voice thick with pleasure as she turned back to Kuronue's wing. "Kanae, your fingers, please," she added, her lips brushing Kuronue's wing as she spoke, guiding Kanae's hand to her clit when her friend reached over.

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