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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Very pleased with his effect on Kuronue, Yukimura just smiled. "I'm supposed to be serving you in public," he reminded Kuronue sweetly. "You are, after all, the danna." He turned down a street, his mind lingering now on how Mame-chan and he had removed Kanae's skirt and panties, how Mame-chan had licked her lips then let her tongue reach out to taste Kanae without any prompting.

Finding out that Mamechiho was healthily bisexual was as much of a surprise as a turn on. The surprise had worn off now and it only added to the ache between his legs now. Groaning, he covered his mouth with a hand, following Yukimura rather blindly while his attention was focused inward.

I can't believe you didn't tell me about this sooner, he grumbled, almost jealous.

I wasn't sure you were ready yet, Yukimura answer, genuine concern in his voice. And, you did say the peddler limited you to just me for a while, but if you and he enjoyed each other's company, then that limit is lifted? he asked, letting the images fade a little as they did need to cross the street.

At least he could focus on cars for the moment, but he remained close to Yukimura. He couldn't be truly jealous or spiteful for it now that he knew Yukimura's reasoning. It brought a smile to his lips, one of pure fondness. It is. I think I'm ready to be able to now. he has a good sense of timing.

Yukimura still didn't trust the cars to remain still when the lights changed colors so he walked quickly through the intersection. Down the street and one more alley brought them to Kanae's apartment building. I believe he knows how to read his patients, he said. As far as ready, he said dryly, pushing a button before giving his name and a buzz sounding, I think you're ready to put a hole through the wall. He pushed open the door, entering before Kuronue, smiling sweetly over his shoulder at him.

Okay so, it was a little weird to talk about Kusuriyuri while he had a boner, especially since they were talking about him in an innocent way and he was still working his mind around his attraction to Kusuriyuri.

He almost choked. "Since when did you become so crass?" he asked, eyes a little wide. He hadn't expected such a comment from Yukimura, even though he was quite blunt when he wanted to be.

He also wouldn't be surprised if it turned out to be true, he thought, closing the door behind him, following Yukimura dutifully.

Yukimura looked over his shoulder, eyes wide with innocence. "Crass?" he asked, his tone full wounded innocence as well. "I didn't say anything," he added. Aloud, he sent mentally, his voice rippling with amusement.

He led Kuronue to the stairs, not being fond of the elevator himself, and up to the fourth floor. Now, remember, I am in charge and I will say when you can come and when the girls may touch you and when you may touch them. You are not to come before I tell you you may, he instructed, his tone becoming harsh and hard.

He didn't believe that innocent for a second.

He also didn't trust the elevator and the climb up the stairs was considerably less than he'd take at Hogwarts and so it was manageable.

When Yukimura gave his orders, however, he sobered and shuddered a little. That his ability to touch them had been restricted was another order he felt himself responding to regardless. At this rate he wouldn't last long, and that made him grind his teeth. He'd have to hold back.

He nodded though, breath hitching a little. "Alright," he said, the sound of his own voice almost a little startling.

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Yukimura smiled sweetly at Kuronue then tapped on Kanae's door. The girl opened the door, blushing already, dressed in a simple black top and skirt, similar to, but very relaxed from, her loligoth clothing she wore for work. "Ah, please come in," she said, bowing to both of them, pushing the door open for them. "Mamechiho said you would be here. She also said to tell you there were ten of us and that we have all promised to keep what is done and shown here quiet," she added once the door was closed. "I can place those in a closet?" she asked, gesturing to the boxes Yukimura still carried.

"That would be good," Yukimura agreed. "They are for Mame-chan, but it would be better to give them to her later."

Kanae looked at Kuronue and back at Yukimura. "Is it true?" she asked breathlessly.

"In the room," Yukimura said, guiding her into the room when his hands were empty.

Kuronue kept silent, rather interested. His eyes widened at the mention of how many there would be. Ten? Dear gods.

He had to close his eyes for a moment and take a deep breath, forcefully keep his legs locked while they spoke. When he opened them again Kanae was giving him one last look before leading them into the other room. He smiled at her and nodded in place of a bow.

He thought that, perhaps, Kanae was talking about his wings, but then again she could have been talking about his punishment. He was vehemently curious, and bit his lip. Kuronue followed them into the other room, fidgeting, looking for his geisha.

Mamechiho was kneeling to one side, pouring drinks for the gathered giggling girls. Kanae moved to join the girls, several around her leaning in and giggling with her and whispering.

Yukimura drew Kuronue to the center of the cleared area. "Now, remove your disguise," he said, his tone sweet, gentle, but definitely a command. "Then, remove your clothing."

Kuronue's eyes fluttered over the small crowd and he swallowed thickly. Oh, dear god. This was really happening. Closing his eyes, without the use of a wand, he removed the spell that kept his demonic traits invisible, let his wings unfurl and spread wide for the sake of the girls, enjoying their widened eyes and shocked expressions.

It took him a moment to look at Mamechiho, almost worrying that she'd be screaming, and yet she was only looking at him in the same manner as the other girls. Avid, anticipatory.

Oh god. He had to close his eyes then, and he could still feel them watching, hear the titters and whispers of them all. He'd never felt so on display and yet at the same time worshipped. It was, at the core of it all, loving. He started working on removing his vest, slipped it over his shoulders and wings and let it fall to the ground.

Not long after he'd gotten it, Kuronue had slipped the prayer bead from Inari under his skin, and there was a slight bump hidden by the leather that wound around his forearm, but he double checked to be sure it wasn't noticed while he worked at his belt, the zipper on his leather pants. It was nice to be out of them having been forced to remain in them after coming in them like a teenage boy.

Then he was naked, and obviously the girls had reacted as soon as he'd pulled his pants down far enough, but there reaction had his knees giving in. He ended up on his hands and knees by Yukimura, staring at the tatami flooring and panting, clenching his eyes shut. "Yuki," he breathed, feeling precome slide down the length of his cock.

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.

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