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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.
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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Date: 2011-08-22 10:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-22 10:20 am (UTC)"Yes," he said, voice shaking a little. Arousal, desire. He took a shaky breath, breathed it out as he blinked slowly. He liked Yukimura like this.
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Date: 2011-08-22 10:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-22 10:40 am (UTC)"Are you sure?" he asked, very aroused. "They're...probably all teenage girls and--" Kuronue, like a good Japanese, had a rather interesting thing for pretty girls, school girls included. He groaned and grabbed at Yukimura's shoulders.
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Date: 2011-08-22 10:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-22 10:55 am (UTC)He groaned again, turning his head into Yukimura's neck and pressing his lips to the first skin he found, which considering Yukimura's collar, was his cheek. Parting his lips, Kuronue licked at the corner of Yukimura's mouth, begged a kiss. "Please," he moaned, squirming against Yukimura until there was some particularly nice friction that had his eyes fluttering a little.
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Date: 2011-08-22 11:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-22 11:07 am (UTC)He was panting, he realised. Panting and sliding down the wall, little by little. His knees had given out, and he would have been embarrassed if he wasn't so utterly turned on. Swallowing thickly, Kuronue opened his mouth to reply and found he couldn't. "Oh god," was all he could manage and his nails pierced through Yukimura's clothes he was fisting his hands in the material so tight. "Oh please, I won't make it," he begged.
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Date: 2011-08-22 11:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-22 11:22 am (UTC)He really did feel like he could come at the slightest touch, a suggestion of pleasure.
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Date: 2011-08-22 11:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-22 11:32 am (UTC)When he became aware of the world around him again, Kuronue was flushed and panting, shame and eroticism in dual causes. He licked Yukimura's lips, kissed him gently in thanks. Now, his words came back to him.
Show Mamechiho he was a demon? Wouldn't she...be afraid?
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Date: 2011-08-22 11:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-22 11:44 am (UTC)Still, Kuronue stood, stayed close to Yukimura's side. "That...It'll be nice to see her...without having to pretend." And his wings, the wings that were too-small and had been a cause of near constant angst until recently, she wanted to taste them? "Oh, Mame-chan...She deserves a new kimono or ten..."
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Date: 2011-08-22 11:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-22 11:53 am (UTC)Proper of her, as a geisha. If she spoke like Yukimura said she did, then she'd quickly become as skilled with speaking sensually as with any other manner of conversation. Still, the idea of delaying with the intention of shopping wasn't quite something he thought he could bear for the moment. "NO. I mean--after?" tempering his tone until he sounded hopeful, Kuronue raised his eyebrows a little, gave a sheepish smile.
And hoped to all the gods that Yukimura agreed.
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Date: 2011-08-22 11:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-22 12:03 pm (UTC)Then the fact that they had to go shopping instead of being with her sunk in and he whimpered a little. But oh, how he loved it. He swallowed thickly. "Alright," he said, looking over at Yukimura. "Shall we take a port-key to Japan?" In the past he'd just port-keyed to Mamechiho's teahouse, asked for her presence.
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Date: 2011-08-22 12:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-22 12:12 pm (UTC)Walking in the direction of what he considered to be their room, Kuronue wondered whether Yukimura had been a demon in his past life or not. He had the wickedness down.
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Date: 2011-08-22 12:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-22 12:20 pm (UTC)He took hold of the port-key. "Well...I'm glad that you have both been getting along so well." Short of what he'd wanted to say, lame. He smiled at Yukimura instead.
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Date: 2011-08-22 12:25 pm (UTC)"Ah, so that is how you arrive," a soft voice, proper for a geisha, greeted them. "And, danna, it is good to see you well," she added with a bow for Kuronue. With her makeup, it was impossible to see her blush, but her eyes were definitely brighter, her pupils dilated as she looked at them.
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Date: 2011-08-22 12:33 pm (UTC)He swallowed thickly. She look beautiful, as always. "Mamechiho, it's been far too long," he said, voice a little husky. He wanted to hug her, but he looked at Yukimura instead. Would he get beaten for this?
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Date: 2011-08-22 12:39 pm (UTC)Mamechiho tilted her head, her eyes lingering a long moment on Kuronue before returning to Yukimura. "Will you be punishing him, then?" she asked, her voice utterly polite even though her interest was quite obvious.
"I will be, at first." He reached for Kuronue's hand, pulling him out from behind the tree. "As you can see, he has been misbehaving," he added, pointing to his pants. "That, just from me talking to him."
Her eyes widened, her lips parting. "Oh, yes, indeed. It will be about an hour, to prepare." Her eyes returned to Kuronue's wings and her tongue touched her lips. "Is there anything else I can do to prepare?" she asked.
"Not just yet, Mame-chan. But, I will require your assistance later, if you are willing," Yukimura replied, his eyes looking at Kuronue's wings, though his head didn't move.
Mamechiho bowed. "Of course. In an hour, at Kanae's place. You remember it?"
"Yes, thank you," Yukimura bowed then turned to Kuronue. "It's time to go shopping, love. Hide your wings. We don't need more attention than that which we came seeking."
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