Journey into Recovery ((Sock, RP, Kusuriyuri, Yukimura, Kuronue))

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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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A scream filled the room, echoing off the walls, so filled with pleasure and need and love one could imagine the walls weeping for want. Yukimura completely lost track of the physical, washed away in pleasure, as his body writhed and bucked under Kuronue's. To say he came would be an understatement.

He drifted, his mind tangled in Kuronue's, a long time before he was aware of his body again, aware of his sobbing gasps for air and the way he clung to his lover.

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The room span for a while and Kuronue held onto Yukimura like he could keep him grounded. And he did. Unsure of when he'd collapsed onto Yukimura, he remained there panting into his neck. He made a small weary sound. His whole body felt like leather.

When he felt like he could move he pushed Yukimura's hair back from his forehead and smiled. First time? he asked, amused and proud and endeared.

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Opening his eyes at Kuronue's touch, Yukimura nodded mutely. Like that, yeah, he said a moment later, when he could find his voice. He still couldn't quite make his body move, though. He just wanted to be with Kuronue for a while longer before that. Thank you, he whispered.

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All Kuronue could manage was a hum and another smile as his fingers rubbed lightly against Yukimura's scalp. I believe the correct response would be: it is what is done, he said, mimicking Kusuriyuri and closing his eyes.

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Quoting the peddler, now? Yukimura asked, amusement in his voice though he sounded more than hakf asleep. His hands relaxed againt Kuronue's body as he drifted off,

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"Mmm..."

Kuronue ran his fingers through Yukimura's hair for a while, dimly noting that, at some point, the room of requirement had turned the wrestling ring into an Eastern bedroom, complete with open shoji screens and zen garden. There was a soft breeze.

Smiling gently, he let himself fall asleep as well, confident that Yukimura would push him off if he got too heavy.

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Yukimura woke slowly. Sunlight was just beginning to filter into the room. Sunlight? He frowned a little, turning toward the source. He couldn't remember moving and he knew his room didn't have doors like that. Had he returned to his home? No, the weight on him and the still-there feeling of their bond let him know Kuronue was with him. Blearily, he remember that they were in the room of requirement and figured it must have changed. He sighed, watching the ginko trees light up with the sun as he held his lover a little tighter, yawning as he did. He couldn't remember feeling so rested.

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"Nh..." Kuronue woke soon after, groaning at the over-abundance of light. "Bats are nocturnal," he grumbled, shifting to bury his face in Yukimura's neck a little more, hiding from the sun as it rose.

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"You're out during the day quite often," Yukimura teased, caressing Kuronue's back. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, his fingers finding Kuronue's hair and playing with it.

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"I live in the dungeon of a castle though. I don't usually have to deal with the sun screaming at me first thing in the morning," he complained, then took a deep breath and sighed. He stretched a little.

"Mh, I did." He lifted his head a little and squinted at the side of Yukimura's head. "Did you?"

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Yukimura brushed Kuronue's hair so it formed a curtain between him and the light, a smirk curving his lips as he did so. "I slept better than I can for quite some time," he said, his fingers lingering on his lover's cheek.

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He made an amused sound, grateful for the slight lull in the light. "Oh? That's interesting... You fell asleep straight after."

And so did he. Which amused him.

His...need, the desperate kind of want, had...disappeared.

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"I could say the same of you," Yukimura pointed out, touching the end of Kuronue's nose. His hand returned to Kuronue's cheek, caressing it as his expression softened. "I'm so glad that you did that, that you do feel fulfilled," he murmured. Yes, he enjoyed their rampant sex marathons, but there was something wonderful about knowing he could satisfy his lover, not just whet his appetite for more.

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"Yeah... It's nice." He smiled, tilting his up a little. He kissed Yukimura lightly, then shifted--

And winced. "Okay, ow." His wings ached.

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Yukimura frowned, looking at his lover sympathetically. He moved his hands to knead his shoulders, not sure if Kuronue would want his wings touched just then. "Maybe a bath?" he suggested, thinking the warm water would help ease the ache. "If that doesn't help, you could ask the peddler?"

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"Hm, might have too." He flexed his wings experimentally, sagging under Yukimura's kneading little. It appeared to only happen if he tried to move his wings in a certain way, but they still felt...hyperaware. Even the membrane was all tingly.

He looked over his shoulder at Yukimura, smiled. "A bath does sound nice, though."

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Yukimura continued to massage Kuronue's shoulder since his lover seemed to enjoy it. "It does," he purred. "It's been a while since we've had one together. I enjoy them."

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"Hmm...me too," he hummed, sighing. He looked around the room, noticed a door hidden behind a another screen. He pointed languidly. "There, I guess..."

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"A most accommodating place," Yukimura murmured, following Kuronue's pointing. "Whenever you're ready then, since I can't get up until you do," he teased, continuing to rub Kuronue's shoulders, easing down his back a little, but being careful to avoid his wings for now.

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A little reluctantly, Kuronue moved away from Yukimura, rolling until he slid off the bed and then standing.

He turned to face the open doors and stretched a little, being unnecessarily loud about it. "Hello world," he said, squinting at the garden. It was still too early.

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Yukimura stretched before rising then stretched again when he stood. He walked over and leaned against Kuronue's shoulder a moment. "It is lovely, the garden," he sighed. "Sometimes, I miss home, the gardens, the houses, the sense of rightness." He slipped his arm around Kuronue's waist, just enjoying the scenery for a long moment.

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He made an affirmative sound. "Never saw anything this pretty regularly back home," he said, letting his eyes wander. There was even a small pond with a crane and everything. He could see little flashes of gold from koi within.

"It would be nice to have this kind of thing all the time," he murmured, looking at the floor. "After our bath maybe we can sit here and have some tea..."

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"That would be very nice," Yukimura sighed. "And, I'm glad we can share it." There was something wonderful about being able to share such calm after making love, after being made love to. It was almost like a dream, a wonderful dream, fulfilled. He shifted away a little, catching Kuronue's hand. "I'd like to wash your hair," he murmured.

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Kuronue almost felt a little guilty that it had been something Yukimura had wanted earlier. Following his lover, Kuronue smiled. "Well, I'm not going to argue."

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Yukimura would have been surprised if Kuronue argued about being spoiled, especially when they both enjoyed it.

He was pleased to see that the room was very traditional, no hoses, just water spouts in the wall with shallow buckets under them, waiting. In the corner, half in the bathing room, half under an extended roof, was a hot spring, the water steaming invitingly.

"Here," he said, guiding Kuronue to the low stool in front of the spout, letting his lover sit before opening the spout and letting water flow into the bucket to pour over his lover's head.