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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[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Yukimura might have tried his damndest to keep Kuronue quiet--a feat considering how loud he could be in bed--but it stop it from being blindingly obvious that he was coming to Yukimura's words, Yukimura's mouth over his own, like he'd sucked civility right out of him.

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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No, Yukimura said. I told her, asked her what she would think to know you had wings, that you were a demon. It made her more turned on, he told him, letting him in on that memory, how needy Mame-chan had been thinking about Kuronue with wings, how she said she wanted to taste them, to taste them like she did with their cocks. "Now, let us go, you useless whore," he whispered in Kuronue's ear, stepping back and holding out his hand. "We have someplace to be and you're wasting our time here."

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Kuronue slid a little further down the wall when Yukimura stepped back, and he struggled to get his feet underneath him, to stand. "You told her?" he asked, not so much angry as surprised. His cock was aching with how quick it tried to recover, to harden again, and it was...uncomfortable. It was the first time, that he could remember, that he'd ever come in his pants like a teenage boy.

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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"Oh? Should we go shopping first, then?" he asked, his tone utterly wicked. "And, yes, she very much wants to see them. I first asked her as if you wanted to dress up for her, but she very much enjoyed the idea, so I continued, asking what she would think if they were real. She said if they were real, she wanted to taste them." Though, until we arrive and I say you can show them, you have to hide them.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

That he'd have to hide them at first was a little disappointing, but that she seemed okay with his being a demon was...quite...

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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"Well, we have to let her know then give her a chance to gather her friends," he said. "So, we can tell her first, then go shopping, then all should be gathered," he said, his tone casual, knowing he was making Kuronue suffer. "Though, depending on how she asks, I may let her see your wings first. But, if you ask, I shall have to beat you in front of the girls and you won't be able to show your wings to Mame-chan until after everyone is gathered."

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It should have been utterly ridiculous that Kuronue would even allow another to belittle him in front of the woman he sponsored, bought food, clothes and gifts for. Instead it was immeasurably arousing. The threat to beat him in front of her sparked a wild web of thoughts on probable outcomes. Walking became difficult.

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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"We will have to stop by Mame-chan's first, to let her know, to ask her to arrange things while we shop," Yukimura said, quite enjoying Kuronue's difficulties. "There's a port key in my closet, probably hiding with my more interesting clothing," he added, just to twist the knife a little more in his lover's fantasies.

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Kuronue looked over at Yukimura, almost a little worried. "...You got more?" he asked, slightly hesitant.

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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I have been called the Crimson Demon, Yukimura said innocently, catching Kuronue's thoughts. "That you haven't seen? One or two, yes," he added aloud, opening the door and moving quickly to the closet, pulling out the port-key before Kuronue could and holding it between them. "Mame-chan and her friend are almost as fond of dressing me up as you are."

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Kuronue's mouth was hanging open, his eyes fixed on the wardrobe. He took a step forward, wanting to crane his neck around to see, but then the port-key was between them, and he almost whimpered. Rock and a hard place, as it were.

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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"You asked that I care for her properly, so I have been doing as you asked," Yukimura said, leaning forward to brush a kiss against Kuronue's lips. He invoked the port-key and they found themselves outside the tea house, in the back of the garden where the trees and rocks would hide their arrival.

"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.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

The kiss was nice, and Kuronue's gratitude was genuine. But the sound of Mamechiho's voice, her acceptance at their method of arrival had him jump and realise that, but for the cover of one particular tree (which wasn't doing the greatest job) he was mostly in plain sight. With his wings, and ears, fully visible.

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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Yukimura smiled at Mame-chan. "Dear Mamechiho, Kuronue is being punished for neglecting you so very long. Would you be so kind as to gather some of your friends, those who would enjoy to see such punishment so that it may be done?"

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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It had indeed been far too long. Mamechiho had aged, become wiser. He swallowed thickly. He noted that she was also no longer maiko. She was looking at him with eyes that made her interest obvious, just as much as the throb of her pulse at her neck. He could see it easily with the was she'd tilted her head, the way her hair was up.

Being treated so before her had him flushing and squirming a little, and then squirming again in attempt to keep himself from moving forward to see what other expressions he could cause.

She bowed to him, a little deeper than she had for Yukimura. He was her patron after all. She took her leave to make arrangements, slipping through the garden easily.

With wandless magic, even though it made something in his head tingle awfully, Kuronue manage to cast a spell on his wings and ears. For the moment, they didn't exist. Kuronue looked at Yukimura, quickly became almost transfixed. "I forgot," he said rather lamely, giving an apologetic smile.

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"Ah, that's what I get for expecting you to remember anything while being kissed," Yukimura said, leading Kuronue out, confident that Mame-chan would make all the appropriate arrangements.

"Now, a kimono, I believe you said?" he added, leading Kuronue out the side gate of the garden into an alley.

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"Yes. Two. She deserves two. One a gift, the other an apology." He'd managed to set up an account a while ago, dumped a great deal of the money he'd received from selling off the jewellery he'd stolen from Gringotts into it. He knew the numbers he needed to know, and he'd have to accio the plastic card they'd given him in exchange, but it would be easier and thankfully quicker than pick pocketing enough for two grand kimono and obi.

He took Yukimura's hand, tried to make himself look a little more respectable for public. "I want to give her nice ones." He hadn't the faintest idea where to go, though apparently Yukimura knew a little more than he about the places here. He hadn't really a clue who Kanae was.

[elegantsamurai.livejournal.com]

Yukimura led Kuronue out to the shopping district, one of the few where the type of kimono that were appropriate for geisha were still sold. Kanae is the shop girl, he said, catching Kuronue's thought. "Mame-chan showed me one she'd like. The other, it'll have to be left to your taste, I suppose," he said, his tone dubious. He knew Kuronue had what he considered good taste, after all.

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Kuronue narrowed his eyes a little at that tone, then maturely stuck his tongue out in response. Oh. You seem to have gotten to know them both we'll. Do they play with you? he asked, honestly curious and just a little excited.

Kuronue turned his attention to the streets around him. It was much more comfortable than the surroundings at Hogwarts, which seemed empty and deserted at times. They were passing by some shops, but the kimono there were, in his opinion, not good enough, and the fact that Yukimura hadn't lead them near them was indication enough that Yukimura thought so too. He was glad.

[elegantsamurai.livejournal.com]

They do, Yukimura said, a little smug. The feel of both of them, wet to dripping, sliding against my cock, while I watch them kiss each other's breasts... He let the words trail off to an image, a memory. Mame-chan is quite open-minded about sex. It is wonderful. Kanae took a little convincing, but quite enjoys it now.

He turned into a small shop that, from the outside, seemed to be closed, and inside was a wall of drawers along both walls leading to a clerk's desk at the back. The clerk looked up, scowling at first, then beginning to smile. "Ah, welcome. Are you here for that?" he asked.

Yukimura bowed. "This is Mamechiho's danna. He will make the final selection," he said as the man opened a drawer to reveal a beautiful kimono covered in peach blossoms and butterflies.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Mamechiho had been wonderful that first time. He should have expected it, he supposed.

The look on the shopkeeper's face was interesting, especially how it changed when Yukimura was noticed. it was difficult to be civil, presentable, with those images in his head. Clearing his throat, Kuronue gave a slight bow, which was returned. He felt a little inadequately dressed to be called a danna, but he had the finances to back it up.

When he saw the kimono he almost gasped. It'd look wonderful on her. "Oh. That's beautiful. It would suit her." He stepped forward to the drawer, ran fingertips over the woven silk. He could already see it on her. "She picked this one out herself?" he asked, looking to the shopkeeper and then Yukimura. She had wonderful tastes, something he'd expected and was gratified to see.

He wondered if she liked light colours. He thought she'd look wonderful in a vivid blue with red and white under kimono. But this...it was a mark above what had been in the other stores.

[elegantsamurai.livejournal.com]

"This is the one she picked, yes," the shopkeeper replied, bowing and pleased with Kuronue's assessment.

"He is interested in a second as well," Yukimura added, continuing to show Kuronue memories of his times with Mame-chan, both alone and with Kanae. He was more used to the double-talk than Kuronue, though usually he was acting out the dirty thoughts and talking cleanly. "Perhaps one for Bon Odori (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bon_Festival)," Yukimura suggested.

The shopkeeper's eyes widened a touch when Yukimura said Kuronue wanted a second kimono, but he bowed, his expression returning to neutral quickly. "Did the gentleman have any suggestions as to what he would prefer?" he asked deferentially, bowing to Kuronue.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

For Bon Odori, yes. Something light coloured would be wonderful, but he still wanted to se her in vivid colours. "Something blue, if you have it. Strongly blue. I want her to stand out amongst her sisters." It was a wonder he managed to speak at all with the images Yukimura provided him with. As it were he kept pausing oddly between words and while it sounded natural with Kusuriyuri it did not with him.

"Money is no object when it comes to Mamechiho," he said, giving Yukimura a quick pleading look. It was hardly proper to have a hard on in this situation.

[elegantsamurai.livejournal.com]

The shopkeeper looked at Yukimura, who only nodded and looked back at Kuronue. He smiled sweetly at his lover, leaving him with an image of Mame-chan's first kiss with Kanae before letting his mind go quiet.

"Blue?" the shopkeeper murmured, turning and frowning at the walls of drawers. He turned around to face the other wall and moved down a couple more rows, his fingers held out before him, ready to open a drawer. Then, he snatched a drawer open to reveal a blue backgrounded kimono with peacock feathers and multi-colored flower (http://www.floridata.com/ref/c/caes_pul.cfm) Yukimura couldn't identify on it. He found it quite lovely, though, but the decision was Kuronue's.

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He made a small sound, a whimper and covered it with a cough. Past that he was more interested in the new kimono. Following the shopkeeper, Kuronue almost crooned when he saw it. "Oh yes," he said, touching the collar gently. His nails, while pretending to be human, were still oddly long, but not as sharp.

"Perfect. I want them both." He looked up at the shopkeeper. "And I want your card as well." He smiled at Yukimura, thanking him.