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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Kuronue gasped lightly against Yukimura's lips, Yukimura's moan pleasing him. It was nice to hear it here, to be with Yukimura, to note the changes in himself, in Yukimura's reactions to him. He was aware he was changing, of vague impressions of how Yukimura felt about it. It pleased him, so much.

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Yukimura wanted to feel Kuronue more fully. As his hand continued down Kuronue's chest slowly, he broke their kiss to trace along his lover's jaw, again taking his time, until he reached his neck. There, he lingered, seeking out sensitive spots, in no hurry to reach his goal. His thumb caressed Kuronue's navel, lingering there a long moment before continuing down, wrapping around their cocks at almost the same time his lips found Kuronue's mark.

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Mouth falling open, Kuronue groaned and bucked up into Yukimura's hand, feeling his cock against his, his lips against his mark, and he opened himself up for Yukimura. Doing so was ridiculously easy now, instant.

His hands clawed at Yukimura's back, just the pads of his fingers, and he felt Yukimura with his whole body, not just echoes of it.

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Yukimura moaned, his whole body shuddering with how intense everything felt now. He had, in some ways, thought that the intensity earlier had been because they were making love, but this proved it was more. He sucked on Kuronue's mark, knowing directly how much his lover enjoyed it, while his hand found it's rhythm again and worked them both together, his hips still moving as he did.

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Yukimura sucking wrenched a groan from him and the sound turned into a whimper as Yukimura's hand and hips began moving again. "Yuki," he moaned, head falling to his shoulder. "Ah, fuck..."

One of his hands dropped, found his lover's ass once more, squeezed at a perfect cheek before sliding a finger down to his entrance, pressing in.

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Yukimura groaned, his teeth pressing against the skin on Kuronue's neck as his whole body shuddered in pleasure. He loved the way Kuronue could be so vulnerable to him and yet still try to assert a form of dominance over him, too. He rocked back onto Kuronue's finger then forward into his hand around their cocks, very much enjoying the sensations that coursed through his body.

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"Ah..." Unable to help the sounds that came from him as he panted and tried to work past the awkward angle, Kuronue pressed his finger in a little further, manage to make it curl and press along the walls of Yukimura's insides with the way Yukimura moved. He couldn't resist escalating things, bringing Yukimura up to high levels of pleasure. He couldn't see his reactions, but oh, he could hear and feel him and that made it more than enough.

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Yukimura quite enjoyed the feel of Kuronue trying to make him feel better, to feel more. His teeth closed a little more around his lover's mark, moaning as he did. Maybe next time, they could have one of those toys Kuronue liked near the bath. This time, though, he didn't want to let go long enough to look, though he was sure if he did, he would see it sitting there, looking out of place in the room. This time, though, their bodies were quite enough. He slid back, almost to where his cock was no longer between his fingers even though he brought them as low as he could on Kuronue's cock, then back up.

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That was better, easier to reach the places he needed to when Yukimura moved back like that, even if Yukimura biting and squeezing their cocks distracted him, felt absolutely wonderful.

Yes. he didn't want toys, not at the moment. It would in a way, pervert what they were sharing. Not cheapen it, no, just take away the acute personal touch to it.

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Yukimura's arm that was still around Kuronue's neck tightened a little as his body drew closer to orgasm. He wasn't ready for it just yet, but he could feel it growing closer and starting to demand his attention as he continued to move against Kuronue. He quickened his pace a little, trying to keep moving as far even though it was getting difficult to convince his body to move that far, even though he still wanted Kuronue's finger in as deep. He whimpered, gnawing a little at Kuronue's mark in his pleasure and frustration.

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Kuronue would have sympathised if he could form a thought right about then. He could't. All that left him was nonsensical moans and distracted efforts to give Yukimura what he wanted.

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Come with me, Yukimura whimpered, letting his own desire, his own need and frustration flow between them. Some part of his brain told him there was a very simple solution, but for the life of him, he couldn't think what it was just then. All he could do was keep moving, stroking Kuronue's cock, his body moving faster, the water both assisting and frustrating him.

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Kuronue's mouth fell open, and his eyes flew wide. Yukimura's need and frustration and his pleasure, as well as his own, was far too much. He was already close to coming, and the sudden openness, as well as Yukimura's words, sent him right over the edge. Crying out, he came, holding onto Yukimura tightly, willing him to come too.

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Yukimura's teeth grew tighter around Kuronue's mark as he yelped, coming as his lover did. He remained tense a long moment before his body seemed to melt against his lover's, kissing at his mark before nuzzling into his chest, too content to even sigh at the moment.

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Still a little out of it, Kuronue's arms tightened around Yukimura, fingers pulling from him to bring him closer. Breathing in the scent of his clean hair, he languished in post coital bliss and how close he was to Yukimura, how at peace he was with the world and his place in it.

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That peace, how it didn't feel as though it was on the surface, but reached deeper into his lover, drew a soft smile to Yukimura's lips. He was very glad, for Kuronue's sake, that he'd agreed to see the healer, that he did seem to be healing. He let Kuronue hold him until he could feel his skin starting to wrinkle in the water. "Shall we eat?" he asked, his words barely a whisper.

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Kuronue hummed lightly and smiled turning his head into Yukimura's neck, he lifted his chin and pressed a feather light kiss to his ear. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of his reasoning or his want to ask.

"Can I carry you?" he asked. "I think--I think I did it before, treating you like a doll, like a thing, to make sure you wouldn't run off, or maybe to convince myself that you were still there... But, I still want to. I'm just...not sure of the reasoning behind it. I don't--Well I do, have that fear I mean, but..." He sighed, rested his chin on Yukimura's shoulder. "I like carrying you, the look you get sometimes."

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It wasn't often that Kuronue babbled about something and Yukimura found it both charming and a little concerning. "I won't leave you," he said. "I can't; you'll always be able to find me because of our bond. And, if I minded, I would have said so before now." He nuzzled his cheek against Kuronue's neck. "You may carry me," he said. "I don't mind being treated like a doll or a pillow. If it helps, I've always taken it as that is one way you show affection. You don't do it to anyone else I know of," he said, teasing creeping into his voice.

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Kuronue was amused that Yukimura found him charming.

What he said though, it put things into another perspective. He snorted. "Me? Carry Kurama?" He chuckled. "I'm pretty sure he's afraid of heights."

Reaching up, Kuronue pushed Yukimura's hair back, combed his fingers through it. "You're right though. I hadn't realised it. That I like carrying you because I like to pamper you. Get you pretty things."

He made a small sound. "One day, I would like it if you wore all the jewellery I got you while we made love." It was something he hadn't realised he'd wanted until now. He wanted to enjoy Yukimura like that, take his time.

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Yukimura smiled at Kuronue's request and leaned into his touch. "I can do that," he said. "Though, I'm not sure if they'd go with the pretty kimono," he teased. "I might need a new outfit." He wrapped his arms around Kuronue's neck and pressed a light kiss to his lips.

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He smiled against Yukimura's lips, humming lightly.

Gathering Yukimura up, he stood and made his way out of the onsen. There were towels in a small wooden case by the door and he set Yukimura down beside it, pulled out a towel to work at drying his lover's hair.

"I think you'd look just fine in them naked," he said, smiling a little.

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"It would just save you the trouble of removing the clothing," Yukimura pouted though his eyes danced with amusement. He reached for a towel and dried Kuronue's hair, starting with the ends.

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"Well, that too, but I think that jewellery is best worn naked." He smiled. Started to dry the rest of Yukimura, starting at his shoulders and chest.

He went down on his knees when Yukimura got up higher in his hair, dried the rest of him while he was at it. "We could get some candles, and nice bed. Have some nice food. Being able to do that's why I became a criminal, really." He looked up at Yukimura and winked.

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Yukimura laughed, draping the towel over Kuronue's head. "You became a thief to have a concubine," he teased, knowing very well he was calling himself a concubine and not caring because it was just Kuronue in the room with him.

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He thought on that for a moment, drying Yukimura's legs and standing, pushing the towel over his head back a little so he could smile down at Yukimura. "More or less. It worked, didn't it?"