Journey into Recovery ((Sock, RP, Kusuriyuri, Yukimura, Kuronue))

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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The shopkeeper bowed. "Is the gentleman pleased with the accessories that are preselected with both?" he asked, removing the kimono carefully from the drawers and placing them in boxes to reveal underkimono, pink and white for the first kimono and blue and orange for the second, as well as obi, a golden one with a golden pattern for the first with a pink obijime and pale blue obiage, a black obi with a red pattern with a red-orange obiage and green obijime.

Yukimura bowed his head to Kuronue as he was playing 'servant' for now.

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Kuronue was amused with Yukimura's act. Stepping forward, Kuronue looked them all over, ran some through his hands to be sure of their quality and set them back as they had been. He nodded to the shopkeeper, amused with the title the man seemed to have given him. "I think she'd be pleased with them," he said, smiling a little.

He didn't have his wand with him and so behind his back he accioed his card, which took a while, his whole sentence in fact, but in the relative timing of things was quite short. It leapt up into his fingers with a mind of its own and he wormed it beneath his belt before letting hands drop.

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The shopkeeper bowed and began carefully packing each kimono in a box, carefully arranging the accessories in a secondary box. When he was finished, they had four boxes, each tied closed with a silken cord then tied together with another cord. He then returned to his desk and carefully wrote out the receipt, quoting a price to Kuronue.

Yukimura picked up the boxes and resumed his trip through memories with Mame-chan and Kanae, remembering for Kuronue's 'sake' the whole of their first time together.

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He'd change the size of the boxes later, once they were out of sight, so that they wouldn't have to lug them too far.

He placed his card on the table between them, not blinking at the price, though it was an amount of money he would never have dreamed of amassing when he was in his early hundreds. The shopkeeper ran the card through a machine, and another spat a document out at him. Kuronue was glad he'd been explained the whole process at length and several times when he'd gone to the human bank.

When he was asked to sign, Kuronue almost told him he was only semi literate and that he had to be joking, but he nodded smoothly instead, taking the pen from the shopkeeper and barely managing to keep his shaking under control as he swallowed thickly, Yukimura's imagery hardly helping in the least.

He scribbled, set the pen down and took his card back. It went beneath his belt again. "I thank you for your assistance. Next time I feel like indulging Mamechiho I'll be sure to come by here."

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The shopkeeper bowed, thanks and invitations to return on his lips. Yukimura returned the bow, though not as deeply as he should for his 'role,' more as his actual station required. But, the obvious display of wealth would allow many indulgences.

Yukimura led Kuronue out, letting his mind linger on details such as Kanae's blush and how her hand trembled when she first reached out to touch Mame-chan's breast, mimicking what Yukimura was doing as he knelt behind her, reaching around her to touch Mame-chan with one hand, the other on Kanae's breast, letting her know how it felt. Their clothing was only removed to the waist at the moment in his memory and Mame-chan waited until Kanae touched her before reaching over to touch Kanae. It was quite a lovely scene, full of girlish giggles and blushes.

"We do not have far to go," he said when they reached the street again.

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Good because I can't quite manage much of a coherent sentence right now, he said with better ease than he would have aloud, since the thought was mostly impression and lightning quick thought. He swallowed thickly. He wished he'd been there to watch them, hoped they'd allow him to watch this time.

He groaned and rubbed at his face, trying to ignore his insistent cock and the images, the way he could almost hear feminine laughter and soft sounds.

He looked over at Yukimura, frowning at the boxes. "Want help?" All that material had to weigh a lot after all, and Yukimura was only human. He, however, could likely carry it in his sleep. Besides, he needed a distraction right now.

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Very pleased with his effect on Kuronue, Yukimura just smiled. "I'm supposed to be serving you in public," he reminded Kuronue sweetly. "You are, after all, the danna." He turned down a street, his mind lingering now on how Mame-chan and he had removed Kanae's skirt and panties, how Mame-chan had licked her lips then let her tongue reach out to taste Kanae without any prompting.

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Finding out that Mamechiho was healthily bisexual was as much of a surprise as a turn on. The surprise had worn off now and it only added to the ache between his legs now. Groaning, he covered his mouth with a hand, following Yukimura rather blindly while his attention was focused inward.

I can't believe you didn't tell me about this sooner, he grumbled, almost jealous.