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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This was almost too nice, Kusuriyuri thought. With Kuronue curled around to be able to kiss him causing his ass to tighten. He gave in, moving a little harsher into Kuronue's body, speeding a little, deepening his thrusts, his hand still working in the same rhythm on Kuronue's cock.

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"Mnuh!" Kuronue fell back to the floor, moved against and with Kusuriyuri as much as he could manage, panting and clutching at him for dear life. "Yes, yes," he chanted, shuddering.

His eyes flew open, a sudden thought occurring. He cried out, the sound full of nothing but dismay. "Can I come?" he pleaded, knowing he wouldn't last forever, not like this. Especially like this. "Please, can I come?"

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Kusuriyuri placed his hand against the base of Kuronue's cock and threaded a bit of energy through, creating a ring of energy around the base. "No," he said, his hand moving back to stroke Kuronue's shaft. "I will tell you when you may."

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He almost howled in frustration, settled on sobbing with pleasure and a raw kind of need. Denied, he felt his body rise as close to orgasm as it could manage and then remain right there, driving him mad.

Giving a guttural groan, he clawed at Kusuriyuri, threaded his fingers through his hair and pulled his head down to kiss him, pleading with his lips and tongue.

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It was delicious, the combination of power and desire and control that Kuronue gave him. Kusuriyuri returned those kisses, hungry, willful, taking control and forcing Kuronue's head back to the floor, never mind the awkward position it forced the bat into. His thrusts became harder, deeper, faster. He was intent on taking Kuronue to the very edge, and he would feel that edge through the energy he had threaded through his body, before letting him come.

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He'd never thought Kusuriyuri could handle him this well. There was skill there that made him want to melt right into the floor.

The way Kusuriyuri began to move faster though, that made it impossible to ficus on the kiss. He let Kusuriyuri have what he would instead, simply tried to breathe and make it out of this alive, because surely something this good had to be death itself. Eyes rolling back, fingers curling against Kusuriyuri's skin and digging in like he was trying to tether himself to sanity and reality.

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Kusuriyuri enjoyed Kuronue's submission to him. He pushed a little more, thrusting harder, deeper, faster, until he himself was ready to come. He then released the energy around Kuronue's cock, stroking him hard and fast, keeping his mouth over Kuronue's.

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He couldn't even scream, and that was what did it. Instantaneous, yes, but utterly mind-blowing. He would have screamed. Would have screamed himself hoarse and deaf.

Instead there was blood rushing in his ears and his body bending itself as he came. Everything just simply overwhelmed him. He passed out.

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Kusuriyuri came with Kuronue; he couldn't not come with him after all that. His body shuddered, his eyes rolling back in his head, until he collapsed, his body limp, his mind vacant, just this side of unconscious, resting on Kuronue's chest.

It was a long while before he could move and it was very slow, easing himself to rest beside Kuronue, waiting, watching for him to recover.

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Kuronue eventually came to, blinking. He ached. Ached in a good way, of course. The way that said he'd been fucked to within and inch of his life and he'd utterly enjoyed every single minute it.

Turning his head, Kuronue smiled at Kusuriyuri, couldn't really do much more than that right now. He was sure that if he tried to stand up his bones would just turn to water and he'd fall flat on his face.

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Kusuriyuri reached over and caressed Kuronue's cheek. "This one is pleased you are well satisfied," he whispered, his own voice rough though he couldn't remember misusing it. He relaxed, his hand lingering on the center of Kuronue's chest. "Rest, when you can, we will wash the oil from your skin."

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He was too exhausted, too satisfied to even nod for the moment. Kuronue simply closed his eyes instead, fell into the embrace of sleep with a wonderful kind of ease.

He slept for a few hours, and when he next woke he found himself on his side, covered in come and oil that still burned a little. The ache had lessened, but it was still there, a beautiful reminder of what he and Kusuriyuri had done. he lifted his head, looked for the peddler.

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Kusuriyuri had woken just before Kuronue and had wandered to the kitchen, needing something to drink. He prepared tea and brought it back to the living room. "You're awake," he said, handing Kuronue a cup. "Drink. It has some herbs to help restore your body."

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Kuronue pushed himself up, rolled his shoulders a little. "Thanks," he said, accepting the cup with a slight smile. "You know, for an old man, you have quite a few tricks."

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Kusuriyuri raised an eyebrow. "For one so young, you are quite sure of yourself," he said, his tone dry. "One would think you did not believe age brought experience."

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"I do," he said, scowling at Kusuriyuri. "I just know that some people don't change or learn no matter how old they are."

He took a sip of his tea. It was nice. He sighed and slouched a little.

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Kusuriyuri tilted his head. "What has changed? This one or what you perceive?" he asked, sipping his own tea before reaching over to run a finger over Kuronue's cheek. "Did you consider before what this one could offer?" he asked, his tone gentle.

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"I didn't before, no. I just," he tilted his head a little, smiled at the finger. "I was prejudice against you, against most people Kurama liked. I've changed."

He scooted over to Kusuriyuri, rested his head on his shoulder and wrapped one wing around him lightly, made a small, happy noise.

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Kusuriyuri wrapped his arm around Kuronue's waist, letting his cheek rest against his hair. "Indeed," he said. He lingered that way a long moment before turning his head and pressing a kiss to Kuronue's hair. "Finish your tea. It would be best to wash off the oil before you dressed again."

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"Ah," he said, agreeing. At least he didn't have to worry about Yukimura, or worry about Yukimura worrying about him. He could feel him as easily as if he was right next to him, something that was still new.

On a whim, he sent Yukimura an amused little tickle, something that he slyly made sure would have him lover burst out laughing no matter what he was doing. Then he turned his attention back to Kusuriyuri and obediently drank his tea, feeling a little like a child and very much like he was comfortable and happy. He was looking forward to bathing.

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Somewhere in the castle, Yukimura did laugh, a smile lingering on his lips at how very happy Kuronue was. He would have to express his gratitude to the peddler at some point soon.

Kusuriyuri finished his own tea before squeezing his arm around Kuronue's waist and rising. He held out his hand for Kuronue to stand with. "Shall we?" he asked, using his other hand to indicate the path to the bathroom.

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Kuronue nodded and gulped down what was left of his tea, took Kusuriyuri's hand and stood. "Sure," he said, smiling at Kusuriyuri. He didn't know what to call him. Hell he didn't know what to call Kurama. Yukimura was his mate, his lover, pure and simple, through and through. But Kurama and Kusuriyuri? Lovers too, perhaps, maybe boyfriends, partners. Each seemed... inadequate, boyish or just off.

"What would you call us?" he asked, looking over at Kusuriyuri.

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Kusuriyuri looked at Kuronue a moment. "Saa," he murmured. "This one calls Kurama Shirogitsune or Itoshii. He calls this one Koi. This one thinks that you should call him as you feel most comfortable, even if it is foolish." He did think 'koi' was a little foolish, but he enjoyed it when Kurama called him that.

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Kuronue blinked, hesitated a moment. "I call Yukimura dearheart." Maybe he should think of something for the both of them.

"Not really what I meant though," he said, shaking his head. "I mean, what are we? Lovers? Boyfriends?" He made a face at the latter.

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Kusuriyuri led Kuronue to the bathroom, looking more 'modern' with tile and a tub, though the tub did stay nice and warm, as though it were an onsen. "This one has only had lovers and prostitutes," he said as he reached over to turn on the shower. "What is a boyfriend, how is it different?" he asked, drawing Kuronue under the flow of the water.