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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He rose up happily, feeling one or two hands slide over his chest as he did, gasping as Yukimura's hand stroked him. Lips were at his cheek, more hands sliding along the curve of his ass. The promise of punishment only made him shiver, and he acknowledged it, a little too distracted to respond properly. Fingertips were at the base of his wings, making him cry out, rock forward into Yukimura's hand.

He missed the response Yukimura got, but there was surely a few affirmative, but the girls were hesitating, unsure of just what Yukimura wanted for all their hands wandered and lips descended. Kuronue watched as one girl bent, tilted Yukimura's head toward her with slender fingers and pressed her lips to his. What are you doing? he asked, curious and excited, then reeling as more hands, warm bodies, pressed against him, his wings.

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Being kissed quite well, Yukimura teased as he leaned into the girls kisses. By the way, you can't come until Mame-chan says you may, he added, one of his hands sliding along the floor, following up a soft leg until he found the warm wetness at the inner junction, drawing out a gasp from the girl as he worked her folds.

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Kuronue whimpered, loosing track of whose hands were where and unable to do much but reach out and touch, be touched. Letting himself indulge in this while he still had some sanity, before his cock drove him to insanity, he turned his head, met lips and skin. His hands slid along soft skin of limb and combed through hair. Eventually his fingers slid inside one of the girls and he listened to her mewls, but then it could have been any of them.

He tried to pull away, to let Mamechan know that he couldn't come, to get her to let him come, but it was like the girls had guessed or fate was working against him. There was hands in his hair, pulling his head back, fingers in his mouth, lips. A tongue greeted his and he moaned. You.. He couldn't finish the thought. There was an image instead, Yukimura cackling evilly.

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Yukimura projected back innocence and pleasure in what they were doing. He knew that he could pull away long enough to get her attention if he wanted to, but he wanted to prolong this treatment as long as possible. He rocked his hips against Kuronue, just to remind his lover that he was still there, able to do other things to him.

He moved his other hand and found it pressed to another girl's breast and began massaging that. He was able to see just enough to know that she was kissing another girl's breast while she pressed his hand to hers. Pleased, he tweaked her nipple.

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Kuronue grunted, circled his hips happily, almost sobbing in pleasure, and rocking slowly. He hadn't slipped out yet, had been a constant presence, even with all the hands, the sighs and feminine cries of pleasure. "Mame..." he managed, his wings shaking, pressing against Kanae's slightly smaller body. "Please, he won't...let me..."

Someone near his ear made a sympathetic coo and attacked his ear with lips teeth and tongue, exploring, and that stole his attention, no matter the hands in his cock, sliding along where Kuronue's ass and Yukimura's cock connected. Then there were lips on his wings just right, on both sides, and gods that was going to make him come. "Ah! Please," he cried hoarsely, feeling the girl he had his fingers inside come and very nearly coming himself.

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Kuronue's cry and the sounds the girls made and Mame-chan's humming consideration and the girls' hands along where his body joined Kuronue's conspired to make it very difficult for Yukimura to keep up his game. He hummed to Mame-chan, trying to let her know it was up to her when Kuronue came, his mouth occupied by the girl he was kissing becoming more insistent as she drew closer to orgasm, either self-induced or aided, he couldn't see.

"All together," Mame-chan whispered, her voice thick with pleasure as she turned back to Kuronue's wing. "Kanae, your fingers, please," she added, her lips brushing Kuronue's wing as she spoke, guiding Kanae's hand to her clit when her friend reached over.

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Dear god, she was going to have them all together. The sheer sexual energy could fuel kitsune magic for months.

"Oh god," he gasped, one of many cries similar, and for a second he wished they'd had a way of recording the sounds they had all made during this little adventure. The memories alone would be jerking fodder for centuries to come, but in the flesh this was something that'd he'd been wanting for a long time.

One of the girls was clawing at the base of his wings, insistent, and he sipped his head, licked heated skin nipped at soft flesh. He wasn't going to last, he was sure of it, he was holding back with everything he could already.

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Yukimura continued to thrust into Kuronue's body, fingers find their way into his ass as he did. He moaned, the sound swallowed by the girl who would not let him speak. The girl that held his hand drew it down her body, turning it to cup her slit. He took her hint and let his fingers tweak her clit, massaging it as she rocked against him. The girl on his other hand ground against him.

Then, he heard the sounds of Mame-chan coming and it seemed to set off a wave of girls crying out. He cried out, arching into Kuronue's body, letting himself come, his sound swallowed and returned by the girl at his mouth.

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Just...everything, tipped him over. He was mindless, a god and a grain of sand all at once. It was like a physical epiphany, the realisation of one of his most coveted fantasies. Kuronue came so hard he passed out, slumped against the girl beside him, who though dazed and dishevelled herself, caught him and let his head rest against her shoulder, pushing his hair from his eyes.

He woke a beat later, opening his eyes blearily, and noted that most of the girls were laying in various states of dress, cuddling or slumped while they caught their breath. Kuronue shifted, humming in pure delight when he realised the girl was Kanae, and Mamechiho was beside her, laying half in her lap, watching them with amusement, something else he couldn't quite quantify.

He felt Yukimura's come seep from his ass as he squirmed, feeling full and content for the moment. He reached out to run his hand along Kanae's breast, Mamechiho's cheek, Yukimura's side. He looked over to his mate, curious, ever-loving.

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With his mouth now free, Yukimura could turn to look at Kuronue when his lover's fingers brushed his skin. He smiled at him, a lazy, contented smile, then turned to look at Mame-chan and Kanae, returning their smiles as well. "Has he been well punished, Mame-chan?" he asked, his voice husky.

"Yes," she purred. "But, you're not leaving yet, are you?" she asked, placing a hand on Kuronue's lap.

"No, not yet. We do have some time to linger," he replied, sighing as he spoke.

I am pleased for you, he said to Kuronue, referring to his lover's feeling of an unknown fantasy being fulfilled. I am pleased you feel loved, wanted, desired, because you are, he added. His hands were still caught between girls' legs and he didn't feel like moving them yet as the girls were still content to linger where they were.

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Kuronue covered Mamechiho's hand with his own, smiling in pure happiness. "I have something to give you, after," he said, pushing her hair back from her face, then pulling out the pins and the band that kept it up.

"Oh?" She looked up at him, somehow still managing to be demure with her simple yukata pulled down and aside.

He pressed a finger to her lips, watched what remained of her lipstick smudge. "Later," he promised.

He tipped forward, wings pulling in so he didn't knock any of the girls out, and brought himself down to Yukimura. "Thank you," he whispered when their lips where a mere hair's breadth apart. What would I do without you to support me? Even in a situation like this, Yukimura was helping him, healing him. He kissed Yukimura, kissed him with nothing but soft adoration and love. It was slow, and deep, more emotional than focused on the carnality of what had just passed what was to come.

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Yukimura returned the kiss, as tenderly, gently, deeply, as it was given. Probably the same as I would do, but perhaps with less sake, Yukimura replied, his tone sincere with only a slight note of amusement at the end. I love you so much, he whispered, the words coming from his very depths, fragile, tender things that echoed with the depth of his feelings for Kuronue. Even though he could say the words more freely now, they were still very important and meaningful words to him.

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For all their fragility the touch of steel behind them, the sheer conviction and Yukimura's insistence on the fact that they were special, unadulterated words made him very happy indeed. He coveted them too. Yukimura was the first who had ever said such a thing to him, and in many ways Yukimura was his first. His only but for a few equally important but not as special and dear to him as Yukimura.

He made a small sound, almost a sigh, melting against Yukimura. Yukimura who was the only person who could ever give him this. Who he loved dearly.

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Yukimura drew his hands free and wrapped his arms around Kuronue, holding him close, needing to hold him. He knew he allowed himself to be more vulnerable around Kuronue than anyone else, something keeping him from being able to offer that same closeness to Sasuke, though he wasn't sure whose side it was on. That didn't matter just then, in that moment where Kuronue let him know that he was fully his. It didn't even matter that he could hear the sighs and almost concealed squeals of the girls around them as they watched. All that mattered was Kuronue, and letting his lover know he was loved.

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The girls were secondary. Didn't matter for the moment. All that mattered was Yukimura. I love you, he said, the words seeming woefully inadequate Oh gods, I love you.

He reached up, combed his hands through Yukimura's hair, pushing it back from his face, while he kissed him, slowing the kiss even further. Just gentle, coaxing touches of his tongue and lips. His cock was half hard laying against Yukimura's belly, thinking about becoming interested, and yet he hardly paid attention to it. It wasn't about his cock, it was about how he felt.

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It was like being made love to again, but somehow more this time. All that mattered was making sure Kuronue knew beyond any shadow of doubt, that he was loved deeply, more than life itself. The words were there, echoing through him, never quite directly said or thought, but there, as he returned Kuronue's kiss, tilting his head back just a little, his tongue brushing against Kuronue's lips and tongue as his lover explored his mouth, his hands kneading Kuronue's back gently, encouraging him to continue as he was.

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Another soft sound. One of interest, and of reciprocation.

He rose a little, up until Yukimura slipped from him and faintly he was aware of the girls cooing over it, he felt wet heat slide up his thigh, licking up Yukimura's come. He lowered himself again, until they were even, equals, both a side of the same coin. Like this he could press down against Yukimura and they could share sensations together.

He matched Yukimura with each and every sentiment, letting him know that he too was loved, and while Kuronue was still raw, needed those words like praise from a parent, Kuronue knew that Yukimura deserved it too, was owed it. He gave it freely, without hesitation, encouraged it.

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A soft moan answered Kuronue's movements and Yukimura wrapped himself around his lover, letting his energy draw Kuronue as close as possible, draw him within, if possible. Nothing else mattered just then, not time, not the girls, not their skin. All that was, all that mattered, was their souls and twining together, loving each other.

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Kuronue echoed him, almost whimpering softly. Completely encased in Yukimura he felt safe and loved. It was something he'd been reaching for his whole life and finally having it hadn't made him take it for granted in the least. He knew what he had and he cherished it, moving against Yukimura with a slow and easy kind of love, letting his love return the favour of curling around Yukimura, invading and loving him just as he did for Kuronue.

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Yukimura shifted under Kuronue a little, moving to wrap his legs around his lover's waist, his arms moving to his shoulders, needing to hold him as close physically as he was otherwise. There were some noises from the girls, sounds that just made it through his awareness, but they didn't really matter. He needed Kuronue as close as possible.

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Like this he was tempted to fulfil the need to be closer by sliding into Yukimura but he knew he wouldn't be able to without hurting him. He loved being close, wanted to be close to Yukimura, wanted to fulfil Yukimura's wish. Loving him he wanted to grant all of his wants all of his wishes.

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You won't hurt me, Yukimura managed to think coherently, though just barely. Please, he whimpered, the whimper managed to fill his physical voice as well. His kiss begged as his legs slid along Kuronue's side, his hips rocking into his lover's body.

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Moaning and nipping at Yukimura's lip, Kuronue shifted until he could press his cock against Yukimura's perenium and eventually slid in, being gentle and slow. is this okay? he asked, being as gentle as he could while he still could, groaning at the distant sounds the girls made.

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Yukimura almost had to break their kiss to cry out in pleasure. Yes, he breathed, the pleasure at having Kuronue as close physically as possible making him feel as though he were flying. His hands slid up into Kuronue's hair, fisting in it, pulling his lover closer, kissing him hungrily.

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Kuronue groaned, wanting to please Yukimura, wanting to fulfil each and every desire he had. Being close to Yukimura was like he'd connected to the other half of his soul, and he was complete. Pressing in was heaven, pulling out was somehow hell, and pressing in once again was like being born again.

Propping himself up on an arm, Kuronue's free hand touched whatever he could of his lover, returning his kiss happily.