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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Yukimura's lips followed Kuronue's ear to the tip and then down, across his cheek and to his lips again, taking his time to enjoy the journey and Kuronue's reactions. His kiss, when he reached Kuronue's lips, was a little more than chaste, but still just a meeting of lips.

The light kisses to his hear sent little shivers along his spine, and when Yukimura's lips met his again, he was glad for the slight increase in depth. He still wanted to taste Yukimura though, and sucking lightly on Yukimura's lower lip was alright, but he still wanted more. That he didn't have the urge the need, to just take it was something different. He wasn't frantic for it.

He wasn't hiding from his thoughts, he realised. That was it. It wasn't a state of zen, but it was something like it, for him. He'd never really been calm before. He'd always been on edge. Expecting something. Needing to get it over and done with so that he could be sure it still went okay, felt alright, wasn't a lie.

Yukimura brought his hand up and caressed his jaw. "Good," he whispered between kisses. He moved his kisses, up to brush against Kuronue's eye lids and over to his other ear before bringing them back to his lips, his tongue coming out to brush against his lover's lips, just tasting for now.

Kuronue found he liked how slow this was. there was something in it, in letting Yukimura kiss him like he was. All over. He made a soft, pleased sound and parted his own lips to lick at Yukimura's tongue with his own. Arousal stirred in his balls, in his cock. Nothing but a vague interest.

He'd honestly never felt at ease enough to reach that kind of half interested state. He brought a hand up to pet at Yukimura's hair again, nails running along his scalp lightly, fingers stroking the soft skin behind and bellow Yukimura's ear lightly.

Yukimura was very much enjoying this chance to get to explore Kuronue's body slowly, physically with his lips. He hadn't quite realized how much he wanted it until he was able to do it. He sucked lightly on Kuronue's tongue, lingering in the kiss longer before his lips traced Kuronue's jaw. He wasn't deliberately causing energy to flow between them, wasn't opening their bond, but somehow he felt more open to his lover than when he did. "Love you," he whispered when his lips reached the point where Kuronue's jaw joined his neck.

Humming, Kuronue's hand fisted in Yukimura's clothes at his lower back, clutched onto his shoulder. "I love you too," he replied, voice half catching as it fluctuated between whisper and a louder tone.

"The bond will get stronger," he added, remembering just how much he had to untangle in his mind. He marvelled and wondered at how it would be after, to be so open. Like every cell was Yukimura's. His fingers brushed over Yukimura's mark lightly. That state we reach sometimes? It will be like that, I think. All the time.

When we reach it, you seem so much calmer, more secure. I'd like that, for both of us, Yukimura sighed. He shifted so he was kissing the underside of Kuronue's jaw then down his neck. "I would like that," he whispered aloud, his lips brushing Kuronue's skin as he spoke.

He made a small sound of agreement in the back of his throat, tipped his head back and shivered lightly at the brush of Yukimura's lips on sensitive skin. Baring his throat to Yukimura was natural. "I would too," he sighed, finding his skin hot.

Yukimura hummed softly, his lips starting on the side of Kuronue's neck without the mark and working toward it, tracing his collarbones, the hollow between them, then the edges of the mark, keeping his touch light. He wanted Kuronue to enjoy this, not to push his lover into full on arousal, not yet.

Kuronue shivered again, clutched at Yukimura, fingers tracing the neck of his kimono. It seemed a tease to have Yukimura ease around something they both knew would feel great. It didn't make him enjoy the touch of Yukimura's lips any less, though. He licked his lips.

Gently, Yukimura eased Kuronue back onto the futon, letting his body come to rest on his lover's. He hovered over Kuronue, though, his fingers brushing his lover's hair, enjoying the relaxed and pleased expression on Kuronue's face.

Kuronue relaxed, stared up at Yukimura and smiled. He brought both his hand up to cup Yukimura's face and lifted his head up to give him a light kiss as he brought his knees up on either side of Yukimura, squeezing his lover's waist lightly.

Yukimura brushed the backs of his fingers against Kuronue's cheek, keeping his eyes open a moment longer before returning the kiss, deepening it a little more than their prior kisses. His hand moved down to Kuronue's waist, caressing his skin under his vest, taking his time to memorize every inch of it.

Kissing like this was somehow still as fulfilling as it had been before, but stronger, more sentimental. Kuronue let his hands slide down to Yukimura's neck and shoulders, then his chest and waist. Taking his time, he reached for the obi to Yukimura's yukata, wanting to explore Yukimura's skin as well.

Yukimura sighed into their kiss, content, pleased. His lips moved down again, tracing Kuronue's cheek to his ear then down his neck. He truly was enjoying being able to take the time he wanted with Kuronue, to explore. He traced a path, zigzagging from one side of Kuronue's chest to the other, exploring with his lips as thoroughly as with his fingers.

Letting the obi fall, Kuronue pushed aside Yukimura's yukata with the backs of his palms and let his hands smooth down Yukimura's sides. They travelled upward again, enjoying Yukimura's heat and the feel of him while he made soft noises of interest and encouragement. His eyes had long since closed, he had no desire to open them. he felt too relaxed, calm, wanted to just feel and be with Yukimura.

It was an utter delight to have Kuronue this way. Continuing down his lover's abdomen, Yukimura's hands caressed over the leather pants that covered his legs. Part of him wanted to pull them off so he could continue to explore his lover's skin all the way down his body. Part of him wanted to leave them on and still continue down. He lingered on Kuronue's abdomen while he attempted to make up his mind. The only thing he was completely sure of was he wanted to make his way fully down his lover's legs.

Kuronue rolled his hips a little, his hands shifting under Yukimura's clothes as he moved down to his back. He liked Yukimura's back, he didn't think the muscles there got enough attention. And there were muscles, from drawing bows and sword work. He massaged gently, tilted his head and pressed his cheek to his shoulder, opening his eyes enough only to see the blurred image of Yukimura and nothing else.

Yukimura hummed gently in pleasure at the attention to his back. It partially served to make up his mind. He worked the fastenings on Kuronue's pants. Taking them off would allow him to linger where Kuronue could massage his back that much longer before he continued down his legs.

Kuronue smiled, enjoying Yukimura's thought process. That he'd made the decision to linger on his own, without insistence from Kuronue, was comforting. That Kuronue didn't feel the immediate need besides a lingering desire to urge Yukimura to his cock was something like freedom. He sighed.

Easing Kuronue's pants over his hips, Yukimura smiled at his lover. "I'll get there," he promised. His hands lingered on Kuronue's ass a long moment before working the leather down his lover's legs. He shook off his yukata, tossing it over with Kuronue's pants and belt and wrap before leaning over his lover for another long, lingering kiss.

Kuronue licked his lips and nodded, said, "Uhuh," then accepted the kiss happily, clutching him with his thighs and arching up to feel Yukimura against him. His arms went around Yukimura's neck almost automatically, and he was lost in the kiss. Enrapt with it.

Beautiful, Yukimura murmured, his hands caressing Kuronue's sides. He wasn't particularly seeking out sensitive places, just needing to feel his lover's skin under his palms. He pushed himself up slowly, not really wanting to lose any contact with his lover, but he did want to finish exploring Kuronue's body. "Love you," he whispered as he slid down, dropping occasional kisses down Kuronue's chest and stomach.

"I love you too," he replied, feeling the weight of the words with his whole body as his arms uncrossed over Yukimura's shoulders as he moved down. He rubbed his thumbs in slow circles along his shoulders, the muscles just below his shoulder blades.

Starting at the crease where Kuronue's leg joined his body, Yukimura began following the lines of his lover's muscles, tracing a line down to his lover's knee with his lips while his hands massaged the rest of his leg.

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