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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Kusuriyuri moaned a little louder this time. "You seem to be enjoying yourself," he pointed out. One of his hands shifted to where they could caress Kuronue's cock. "And, it is entertaining to see who will be louder," he teased.

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"Aha," Kuronue laughed, tilting his head up a little, eyes half lidded with pleasure as his mouth fell open. "Well, if that's a challenge..."

Kuronue changed his grip a little, his thumb and forefinger squeezing Kusuriyuri's cock lightly on the upstroke, hips rolling forward into Kusuriyuri's hand each time.

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"If you desire it to be," Kusuriyuri said, a bit of a moan in his voice. He also knew it was one he could easily win, even without using his energy to 'cheat.' His hand in Kuronue's hair came to his cheek and drew him up. "This one would only suggest it if it was mutually beneficial," he added solemnly even as his other hand continued to work Kuronue's cock, mimicking his actions and adding a little twist of his own, his fingers going down to caress his balls on the downstroke.

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Kuronue hummed, his eyes falling closed and his head tilting into Kusuriyuri's hand.

He was losing track of just what they were meant to be talking about but he nodded anyway, more focused on Kusuriyuri's cock in his hand and Kusuriyuri's hand on his own. "Yes, yes," he breathed, almost dismissive, his breath catching a little as the peddler's fingers wandered.

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It occurred to Kusuriyuri that Kuronue reacted to physical pleasure much more quickly than Kurama did. If there was to be a contest of any kind, Kurama's mind would be on it until he won, but it was obvious Kuronue didn't care about anything beyond the physical, beyond pleasure. It was enlightening and made him think he'd done the right thing by suggesting Kuronue limit his partners for the time being. Some part of his mind had wondered if he'd done that out of spite, but it was obvious now it was needed. Sometimes, action came before reason.

Not that his thoughts were that clear in the moment. He was enjoying himself as well. He leaned up, catching Kuronue's lips briefly, sure he'd be followed as he lowered himself back to the floor, his hand continuing to work, his thumb brushing over the head of Kuronue's erection now on the upstroke, his fingers continuing down to his balls on the downstroke.

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That kiss was nice, and along with what Kusuriyuri's fingers were doing, there was no way he could let it go. Following him, Kuronue moaned into the peddler's mouth, fingers tightening around Kusuriyuri's cock, moving faster, harder.

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Kusuriyuri answered that sound, unable not to, his hips moving into Kuronue's hand, his feet moving to brace themselves against the floor, helping him to meet the beckoning pleasure. His hand faltered, but he managed to keep moving, to continue to stroke Kuronue's cock.

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That small crack in Kusuriyuri's 'defence' was palpable and certainly arousing. That much Kuronue had to his advantage. He'd spent a long, long time hiding reactions. Pretending things didn't affect him as much as they did. It still made him moan however, and bite at Kusuriyuri's lip.

Still, he continued, using Kusuriyuri's movements to aid his own. It felt good, pleasure snaking up his spine and making him shudder. "Nhhh..."

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The nip, Kuronue's reaction, that he'd already given so much, continued to work through his defenses. His voice flowed better, but still soft, moans and gasps, as Kuronue drew him closer to pleasure. He tried to draw out another shudder like the one he'd just gotten.

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Tempting, terribly tempting. Sighing, groaning, Kuronue rolled his hips just a little faster, squeezing at Kusuriyuri's cock and kissing Kusuriyuri almost desperately. He made a small sound, a whimper, as he felt his body began to quicken. So close.

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That he had two hands and Kuronue wasn't likely to stop kissing crossed Kusuriyuri's mind. He dragged his other hand down, tweaking Kuronue's nipple, the slipping it between his legs, fondling his balls while his other hand focused on stroking his cock.

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Kuronue's other hand was busy keeping himself up, so he couldn't very well use that to get even with Kusuriyuri. He was cheating, surely. That pinch, the way Kusuriyuri touched his balls and stroked his cock. It was driving him over the edge, and he couldn't pull away long enough to call foul, but he could squeeze at Kusuriyuri's cock--and then lose rhythm completely as he started to come.

He cried out into Kusuriyuri's mouth, shuddered as his body tensed, released kept moving automatically.

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There was a degree of pleasure in 'winning' their little competition; Kusuriyuri lingered in it for a moment longer. It helped that Kuronue's movements stopped before he was at the point of no return. He kept his own hands moving until Kuronue relaxed on him, then moved his hands to hold Kuronue loosely, around his waist.

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He'd broken their kiss at some point, remained panting and shivering through the aftershocks of his orgasm. He lifted his head and gave Kusuriyuri a heated look, though there was an edge of sullenness to it. "You win, I guess," he said, licking his lips.

He shifted, moving so that Kusuriyuri's cock slid between the his ass cheeks and nudged against his entrance. But that was it. Now with a hand free he slid it up Kusuriyuri's chest, watching.

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Kusuriyuri's eyebrow flicked up in amusement. "You remember?" he asked. He didn't quite expect Kuronue to remember, with as distracted as he had been. He caressed Kuronue's ass, smiling a little up at him. "Would you consider the game over, then?"

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Kuronue snorted lightly. "I remember now," he said, smiling down at Kusuriyuri. "And no, our game is still on. Round two."

One side of his mouth lifting up in a smirk, Kuronue lifted his hips and reached behind himself for Kusuriyuri's cock, guided it inside him with a hiss.

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Kusuriyuri's feet slid along the ground, moaning as he arched his back, keeping his hips still to allow Kuronue to control the speed and depth of his movements. His hands moved to Kuronue's hips, tightening a little.

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His cock wasn't ready to rise again just yet, but he could do this in his sleep--he was sure he had at some point. Smirk widening, Kuronue moved slowly at first, to give himself a chance to get used to moving. It would be easy to Make Kusuriyuri come this time, come first. If he could avoid placing too much attention to that place inside him, he'd be fine.

And hearing Kusuriyuri moan like that was well worth it.

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Kusuriyuri could keep himself still for long. He moved his hands along Kuronue's sides, his thumbs finding Kuronue's nipples then his fingers following to tease them. With as much as Kuronue enjoyed playing with his, he was sure that Kuronue would enjoy his being played with as well. He continued to moan softly, unable to keep the sounds in, his hips beginning to rock into Kuronue's body.

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Sighing, Kuronue arched his back a little, and that brought Kusuriyuri's cock in contact with his prostate, which tore a cry from him. He tightened around Kusuriyuri, wanting to goad those sounds on, very much enjoying himself as it were, finding himself wanting more.

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Kusuriyuri shifted his feet so they were on the ground again, giving him some leverage to give Kuronue what he wanted. Despite their 'contest,' it was quite enjoyable to watch Kuronue enjoy himself, to feel it, to be aware of just how far they'd come. He caught Kuronue's nipples between his nails, keeping his touch gentle even as he pinched.

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The pinch and the way Kusuriyuri moved tore a long moan from him as he rocked back and forth, tipping his head back and shuddering. "Kusu..." he breathed, tipping his head back to rest on his shoulders and closing his eyes. "Mmmm..."

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That reaction was quite pleasing, drawing a moan from Kusuriyuri as well. He pinched a little longer then drew his nails down and along Kuronue's body, drawing mindless patterns as his hips kept moving. He made the touch hard enough to let Kuronue know exactly what it was but not quite hard enough to leave marks behind, though, if Kuronue pressed in, he'd allow that, only easing up if the touch threatened to break skin.

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Gasping a little, leaning into Kusuriyuri's touch, Kuronue's eyes flew open.

To feel that, with--from--Kusuriyuri of all people, was...

Well his mind fumbled a bit. Was it still healthy to enjoy pain? It...wasn't conditioning, just...

Just something he wanted. Knew he liked. And he wanted to feel it again. It felt like forever since he'd felt pain in a sexual manner. He hadn't been to see V in what felt like aeons now that he reflected on it. And it was Kusuriyuri that was doing it, surely if he asked for more--harder--it would be okay, because his body wanted it. He wanted it. "Ah, please..." he asked, trying to be polite rather than begging.

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"Please what and why?" Kusuriyuri managed to ask, continuing to draw his nails over Kuronue's body. He was sure he knew the what, but he wanted to know more about the why, as much as Kuronue could articulate.