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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His body wanted air, but being with Kuronue was far more important. Yukimura caught breaths when he could, breathing through his nose when he needed. Kuronue had always been addictive, his kisses, the feel of his body, but this was just more and he didn't want it to end, didn't want to do anything that would break the connection. He moaned, grunting into their kisses as his body continued to move, pushing them both higher into pleasure to where hunger was beginning to control his movements, making his body move in longer, firmer strokes against Kuronue, increasing his tempo as well.

Swept up into need with Yukimura, he helped and urged him along, clawing at Yukimura's ass with the pads of his fingers and kissing him hungrily. He knew that Yukimura wanted to stay like this, but he didn't want to come like this. It was as close as they could ever get to each other like this, true, but he wanted more.

He wanted Yukimura in him. He knew it would be even better then, and he appealed to him, silently, the suggestion, without words. Still, he didn't want to stop kissing Yukimura. Wanted to keep kissing him so much, to keep this connection so much he thought he'd cry.

Penetration hadn't even crossed Yukimura's mind. He just wanted to be closer, to be with Kuronue. He slowed a little. Lube...they'd need lube. He didn't want to hurt his lover, especially not now. This whole experience, everything, needed to be pleasure, to be love and togetherness. But, to find lube, he'd have to let go of Kuronue. He whimpered.

Kuronue didn't want to stop either, wanted to stay like this like his life hung on the very continuation of it, but he knew how good it could be. Sympathetic to the heartfelt whimper, Kuronue flung a hand out for his leather pants. Yukimura's yukata was in the way and eventually he flung it as far as he could, spent a good deal of time splitting way to much attention between Yukimura and his search.

But eventually, he had it and he dropped the little tube by his head and brought his hand back to Yukimura's ass with a victorious little moan. Nearly. Nearly, nearly.

Yukimura echoed that moan, whimpering a little as now he'd have to do his part and move away from Kuronue enough to use the lube. He brought his knees up, stalling as much as he could; his body didn't want to move away from Kuronue's in the least. He managed to open the tube one-handed and brought that hand almost between their bodies before he lifted his hips and poured the lube over his cock. He flung the bottle between their legs and used his hand to guide his dick to Kuronue's opening. He broke their kiss then to watch his lover's expression as he slowly pushed his way in.

He was already panting and flushed, eyes half open and watching Yukimura, biting his lip as he applied the lube. he wanted to laugh a little at how urgent it seemed right then, but it was only a fleeting thought. No real urge.

When Yukimura began to press in, though, he gasped and his head rolled back, his eyes rolling up and then closing. He was making faces, he knew, biting his lip and drawing his eyebrows together, but feeling Yukimura slide inside him inspired it, and he couldn't have helped it if he bothered to try.

He clutched at Yukimura ass, nails biting lightly, and looked back up to him, panting, wanting him and wanting everything that came with him. "Yuki," he moaned, voice croaking lightly.

"Kuro," Yukimura whispered back, his voice thick, husky. He enjoyed watching his lover, to see the pleasure and desire and need and love that was so very transparent in his expression right now. It occurred to him that it'd been a while since he'd been on top and that added to his enjoyment of this moment. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy Kuronue being on top, but it seemed his lover was more vulnerable, more open to him like this and he enjoyed that sensation. "My beautiful lover," he whispered, his hips beginning to move slowly out and into Kuronue's body.

Kuronue whimpered and then moaned, clinging to Yukimura, his hands creeping up his back as he writhed as much as he could and felt everything with every single cell in his body. "Yuki..." His mouth didn't want to work past that, and he was fine with it.

Whimpering again, Kuronue shifted, thus time trying to change the angle of his hips just a little and stay as close as possible.

Yukimura's hand slid down Kuronue's side, lifting his leg over his hip so they could be as close as possible. He brushed his lips along his lover's collarbone, close to his mark, mostly needing to touch Kuronue as much as possible. His other hand reached for his lover's hair, tangling in it even as Yukimura buried his face in Kuronue's neck.

That slight change in position had Kuronue's vision go white. And again with every movement Yukimura made. He cried out along with it, the ebb and flow, holding on to Yukimura for dear life as he threw his head back. His mind went blank, filled with nothing but Yukimura's lips and Yukimura's hands and Yukimura's cock. What hit him the most however was how he could feel Yukimura with his mind, how he felt his presence, close as he was, and he loved it.

The sounds and movements Kuronue made were utterly delicious, but even more so was that he was present, with Yukimura, not just enjoying the sex. It was more, deeper, closer than most of their times together and Yukimura wanted to savor it. His body, though, wasn't prepared to cooperate with him. It wanted more of Kuronue, more pleasure of the visceral kind. A compromise was found and Yukimura's lips shifted that little bit to reach his lover's mark while his hips moved deeper, firmer, a little more quickly into Kuronue's body.

Kuronue fisted a hand in Yukimura's hair, his eyes flying open and going up into his head as he gasped for air. He couldn't help the sounds that came from him now, they seemed inconsequential. He paid no mind to them, focused instead on Yukimura's lips, the rise in pleasure along with the sudden closeness of his lover. Like he was all around him. He reached out for Yukimura, curled around him inside just as he was outside.

Everything Kuronue did pushed at what little control Yukimura had left. Physically, his hands reached for his lover's shoulders as his hips moved more quickly. His energy welcomed Kuronue, twisting together, wrapping around him as well. When you're ready, my love, he whispered, his lips unwilling to move from Kuronue's mark. It wasn't really orgasm he was reaching for, but for the pleasure of being fully together.

He didn't really want to come, but he had no choice with the way Yukimura was playing him like an instrument. His cries briefly turned to whimpers, and then orgasm hit in full force. Shuddering and screaming as he came, he held onto Yukimura as tight as he could, tears falling from his eyes unbidden.

Yukimura's body kept moving through Kuronue's orgasm, his own washing over him midway through his lover's. He was forced to move his lips as he cried out, the sound seeming to start from his toes, becoming Kuronue's name as it passed his heart and through his lips. His body stilled, but his hold on Kuronue didn't ease up. 'I love you' was less a thought and more part of who he was at that moment.

It was almost like reaching a higher state, and Kuronue revelled in it, having never felt like this before. Never having felt like this with Yukimura before either became something purely amazing for him. Catching his breath, Kuronue turned his head until he could kiss Yukimura's cheek lightly. So much love, he thought, overwhelmed with it. He almost didn't know what to do with it, could only accept it and be as gracious as possible.

Yes, Yukimura whispered. He shifted a little so that he could look at his lover. He reached up and brushed away his tears with gentle fingers, his hand lingering on Kuronue's cheek, then trailing down to rest on his chest. He was content, more content than he could remember ever being before. Humor quirked his lip upwards. I told you slow was good, he teased gently.

Kuronue was content too. By now, usually, faint stirrings of wanting another fuck would have begun. But this time, they hadn't. Everything was silent. He smiled at Yukimura and lifted his head to press a kiss to Yukimura's lips.

I hadn't thought that that was possible... He'd been telling himself so many lies he'd been unable to see just how things could be.

Yukimura returned the kiss. It is, he murmured. And, it's not a 'girly' thing, is it, my love? he couldn't resist teasing Kuronue gently. It was, after all, part of how he showed his love.

No. Just the word is, he replied, smiling. He was tired, worn out from emotional exhaustion and making love. Running a hand through Yukimura's hair lazily, he let Yukimura see that he'd worn him out, that he would like to sleep.

Ah, flattery, even now, Yukimura teased, letting his head come to rest on Kuronue's shoulder again. He shifted a little, so that he was more half beside Kuronue than fully on top of him and drew up a comforter around them. Rest, my love. I will stay with you, he said, a yawn breaking through and drawing a mental laugh, and rest myself.

Kuronue shifted, moving his wings and rolling onto his side a little so he could be more comfortable holding Yukimura and enjoying the warmth the comforter provided. His eyes were already closed but he could feel Yukimura, and that pleased him, made him comfortable.

He fell asleep easily, thoughts of how much he loved Yukimura drifting through his mind.

It was wonderful, drifting off like this, with Kuronue content and fulfilled in his arms. Yukimura watched him a little longer then let his eyes drift closed, sleeping deeper than he had in a while.

Wakefulness was slow, drawing him toward it as though he were on a slow stream, eddying and swirling back to sleep at times, edging closer to being awake at others. When he blearily opened his eyes, he watched Kuronue for a long moment before bringing his hand up to gently touch his cheek.

Kuronue twitched a little, but otherwise he wasn't in a hurry to wake with a jerk. A few moments passed before he opened his eyes a little.

He had dreamed, and it had been a confusing mix of several things, but he'd been aware Yukimura was near the whole time. He could still feel his energy in him now, faintly. Before he'd known it was there, but now he could feel as well as he could when they first mated. Hi, he greeted, stretching his legs out.

Hi, Yukimura returned, a smile curving his mouth. You look like you slept well, he murmured, the backs of his fingers brushing over Kuronue's cheek. Better than you have been, at least. His hand skimmed down Kuronue's body to rest on his waist.

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