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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"When?" Yukimura asked, turning to face Kuronue. "When, you say?" he asked again, letting his voice drip with danger as he pushed Kuronue against the entrance wall. "Do you truly wish to know when?" he asked, licking his lips a little.

Oh, okay this was interesting. Made his breathing hitch. Also, the sudden change was something he knew Yukimura was capable of, yet not something he'd expected on the receiving end of, especially like this.

"Yes," he said, voice shaking a little. Arousal, desire. He took a shaky breath, breathed it out as he blinked slowly. He liked Yukimura like this.

"Then," Yukimura sighed, still pressing Kuronue to the wall. He'd really only meant to tease his lover, but his response was so nice, he didn't really want to stop now. "Let us go visit Mame-chan and her friend right now. I'll ask her to bring others that would like to see, too."

He honestly had never expected Yukimura to agree to something like that. Especially involving Mamechiho. Kuronue swallowed thickly and dropped his head onto Yukimura's shoulder. "You're serious," he breathed, noting that for all he was her danna, he saw her very little, hadn't seen her since before Akabane.

"Are you sure?" he asked, very aroused. "They're...probably all teenage girls and--" Kuronue, like a good Japanese, had a rather interesting thing for pretty girls, school girls included. He groaned and grabbed at Yukimura's shoulders.

"Yes, I am, unless you don't want to," Yukimura said, knowing how very much Kuronue wanted. "You'll have to behave until they are all gathered, then you're mine," he added, growling a little on the last word. "You cannot come before I tell you you may, starting now," he added, knowing that his lover would be quite willing to stall to work out some frustration before leaving.

Funny that such an innocent question could turn Yukimura into this. It was rare Yukimura became dominant, the first time since he'd been brought back from insanity. It didn't feel at all ill-timed, either. Not after his time with Kusuriyuri. It felt comfortable.

He groaned again, turning his head into Yukimura's neck and pressing his lips to the first skin he found, which considering Yukimura's collar, was his cheek. Parting his lips, Kuronue licked at the corner of Yukimura's mouth, begged a kiss. "Please," he moaned, squirming against Yukimura until there was some particularly nice friction that had his eyes fluttering a little.

"Please, what?" Yukimura asked, knowing exactly what Kuronue wanted, just from the way he was moving. "You may not come until I say and I won't say until we are in front of all those eyes and they can see what you look like, writhing in long denied passion, so they can see the way your body moves. I think," he paused brushing a light kiss against Kuronue's mouth and pulling back to whisper in his ear, "that I shall have you show your wings to them, as well. They will think it only a dream, a samurai fucking a demon for their pleasure. Imagine, they'll be squirming, where their hands will wander, how it will smell, how the air will taste."

Kuronue's breathing stuttered and he groaned, tipping his head back as Yukimura spoke. The denial off the kiss was a torment, the brief one he got a mockery.

He was panting, he realised. Panting and sliding down the wall, little by little. His knees had given out, and he would have been embarrassed if he wasn't so utterly turned on. Swallowing thickly, Kuronue opened his mouth to reply and found he couldn't. "Oh god," was all he could manage and his nails pierced through Yukimura's clothes he was fisting his hands in the material so tight. "Oh please, I won't make it," he begged.

"Maybe I should summon Kurama or the peddler to see your humiliation," Yukimura asked. "Show them how very weak you are. I haven't even touched you and already you beg me to come. I could make you come with just a word, couldn't I?" he asked, his lips against Kuroue's ear as he spoke. "Just imagine what those girls would do, watching you writhe and beg, not being touched, simply by me talking to you. Imagine, my little bat, what things they could think of to say, to do, to make you want to come without touching you, if I challenge them. I bet that Mame-chan and her little friend from the dress shop would be willing to show the other girls what we did to her." He was sure of this, having entertained them together recently and let the memories leak into Kuronue's perception.

The words so close to his ear was an utter turn on, especially the tone he was using, the way he could see what Yukimura was talking about. "Will you--please," he begged, kissing at Yukimura's jaw and neck desperately. He'd slid down enough so that they were at even height. "Touch me," he begged. "This is, you're--" Doing it on purpose. Cruelty, such very erotic cruelty.

He really did feel like he could come at the slightest touch, a suggestion of pleasure.

As they were still in the doorway and there were several younger residents possibly around, Yukimura's touch wasn't physical, but mental. He moved to kiss Kuronue, swallowing any sounds he made. Come, love. Quietly. Then, we'll go, you wearing your humiliation in your clothing, to visit Mame-chan.

Yukimura might have tried his damndest to keep Kuronue quiet--a feat considering how loud he could be in bed--but it stop it from being blindingly obvious that he was coming to Yukimura's words, Yukimura's mouth over his own, like he'd sucked civility right out of him.

When he became aware of the world around him again, Kuronue was flushed and panting, shame and eroticism in dual causes. He licked Yukimura's lips, kissed him gently in thanks. Now, his words came back to him.

Show Mamechiho he was a demon? Wouldn't she...be afraid?

No, Yukimura said. I told her, asked her what she would think to know you had wings, that you were a demon. It made her more turned on, he told him, letting him in on that memory, how needy Mame-chan had been thinking about Kuronue with wings, how she said she wanted to taste them, to taste them like she did with their cocks. "Now, let us go, you useless whore," he whispered in Kuronue's ear, stepping back and holding out his hand. "We have someplace to be and you're wasting our time here."

Kuronue slid a little further down the wall when Yukimura stepped back, and he struggled to get his feet underneath him, to stand. "You told her?" he asked, not so much angry as surprised. His cock was aching with how quick it tried to recover, to harden again, and it was...uncomfortable. It was the first time, that he could remember, that he'd ever come in his pants like a teenage boy.

Still, Kuronue stood, stayed close to Yukimura's side. "That...It'll be nice to see her...without having to pretend." And his wings, the wings that were too-small and had been a cause of near constant angst until recently, she wanted to taste them? "Oh, Mame-chan...She deserves a new kimono or ten..."

"Oh? Should we go shopping first, then?" he asked, his tone utterly wicked. "And, yes, she very much wants to see them. I first asked her as if you wanted to dress up for her, but she very much enjoyed the idea, so I continued, asking what she would think if they were real. She said if they were real, she wanted to taste them." Though, until we arrive and I say you can show them, you have to hide them.

That he'd have to hide them at first was a little disappointing, but that she seemed okay with his being a demon was...quite...

Proper of her, as a geisha. If she spoke like Yukimura said she did, then she'd quickly become as skilled with speaking sensually as with any other manner of conversation. Still, the idea of delaying with the intention of shopping wasn't quite something he thought he could bear for the moment. "NO. I mean--after?" tempering his tone until he sounded hopeful, Kuronue raised his eyebrows a little, gave a sheepish smile.

And hoped to all the gods that Yukimura agreed.

"Well, we have to let her know then give her a chance to gather her friends," he said. "So, we can tell her first, then go shopping, then all should be gathered," he said, his tone casual, knowing he was making Kuronue suffer. "Though, depending on how she asks, I may let her see your wings first. But, if you ask, I shall have to beat you in front of the girls and you won't be able to show your wings to Mame-chan until after everyone is gathered."

It should have been utterly ridiculous that Kuronue would even allow another to belittle him in front of the woman he sponsored, bought food, clothes and gifts for. Instead it was immeasurably arousing. The threat to beat him in front of her sparked a wild web of thoughts on probable outcomes. Walking became difficult.

Then the fact that they had to go shopping instead of being with her sunk in and he whimpered a little. But oh, how he loved it. He swallowed thickly. "Alright," he said, looking over at Yukimura. "Shall we take a port-key to Japan?" In the past he'd just port-keyed to Mamechiho's teahouse, asked for her presence.

"We will have to stop by Mame-chan's first, to let her know, to ask her to arrange things while we shop," Yukimura said, quite enjoying Kuronue's difficulties. "There's a port key in my closet, probably hiding with my more interesting clothing," he added, just to twist the knife a little more in his lover's fantasies.

Kuronue looked over at Yukimura, almost a little worried. "...You got more?" he asked, slightly hesitant.

Walking in the direction of what he considered to be their room, Kuronue wondered whether Yukimura had been a demon in his past life or not. He had the wickedness down.

I have been called the Crimson Demon, Yukimura said innocently, catching Kuronue's thoughts. "That you haven't seen? One or two, yes," he added aloud, opening the door and moving quickly to the closet, pulling out the port-key before Kuronue could and holding it between them. "Mame-chan and her friend are almost as fond of dressing me up as you are."

Kuronue's mouth was hanging open, his eyes fixed on the wardrobe. He took a step forward, wanting to crane his neck around to see, but then the port-key was between them, and he almost whimpered. Rock and a hard place, as it were.

He took hold of the port-key. "Well...I'm glad that you have both been getting along so well." Short of what he'd wanted to say, lame. He smiled at Yukimura instead.

"You asked that I care for her properly, so I have been doing as you asked," Yukimura said, leaning forward to brush a kiss against Kuronue's lips. He invoked the port-key and they found themselves outside the tea house, in the back of the garden where the trees and rocks would hide their arrival.

"Ah, so that is how you arrive," a soft voice, proper for a geisha, greeted them. "And, danna, it is good to see you well," she added with a bow for Kuronue. With her makeup, it was impossible to see her blush, but her eyes were definitely brighter, her pupils dilated as she looked at them.

The kiss was nice, and Kuronue's gratitude was genuine. But the sound of Mamechiho's voice, her acceptance at their method of arrival had him jump and realise that, but for the cover of one particular tree (which wasn't doing the greatest job) he was mostly in plain sight. With his wings, and ears, fully visible.

He swallowed thickly. She look beautiful, as always. "Mamechiho, it's been far too long," he said, voice a little husky. He wanted to hug her, but he looked at Yukimura instead. Would he get beaten for this?

Yukimura smiled at Mame-chan. "Dear Mamechiho, Kuronue is being punished for neglecting you so very long. Would you be so kind as to gather some of your friends, those who would enjoy to see such punishment so that it may be done?"

Mamechiho tilted her head, her eyes lingering a long moment on Kuronue before returning to Yukimura. "Will you be punishing him, then?" she asked, her voice utterly polite even though her interest was quite obvious.

"I will be, at first." He reached for Kuronue's hand, pulling him out from behind the tree. "As you can see, he has been misbehaving," he added, pointing to his pants. "That, just from me talking to him."

Her eyes widened, her lips parting. "Oh, yes, indeed. It will be about an hour, to prepare." Her eyes returned to Kuronue's wings and her tongue touched her lips. "Is there anything else I can do to prepare?" she asked.

"Not just yet, Mame-chan. But, I will require your assistance later, if you are willing," Yukimura replied, his eyes looking at Kuronue's wings, though his head didn't move.

Mamechiho bowed. "Of course. In an hour, at Kanae's place. You remember it?"

"Yes, thank you," Yukimura bowed then turned to Kuronue. "It's time to go shopping, love. Hide your wings. We don't need more attention than that which we came seeking."

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