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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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.

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Assured that the kisses he needed to live would continue, Yukimura's hands slid down Kuronue's shoulders, along his chest and under his arms so he could reach the base of his lover's wings. It'd been a long time since he'd touched them and he needed to.

There were sounds, the girls squealing softly or moaning as they watched, possibly touching themselves again, but all that mattered, all that was completely real in Yukimura's world was Kuronue.

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Kuronue bucked against Yukimura, into him, with a gasp and a deep moan against his lips. His wings shuddered along with the rest of him, the touch sending spirals of sensation through him that he extended to Yukimura so he could feel them too.

He radiated love for Yukimura, even in the midst of all of this, the girls around them he was only existing for Yukimura.

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Yukimura gasped and moaned against Kuronue's lips, rising up to try and take all he could of his lover into him. His hands explored, looking for those places that made his eyes cross from the sensations that Kuronue was letting him feel, knowing that his lover enjoyed those places being explored. The desire to move to his lover's mark surfaced and warred with the need to kiss him, drawing out a whimpering moan from Yukimura.

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As soon as Yukimura felt the need, Kuronue did too, and it was like being pulled in two different directions. His kiss became frantic, wanting to keep Yukimura's to his, but also wanting to taste the skin of his neck, to feel the sensations of their bond, to be with Yukimura as only they themselves could be.

He bit at Yukimura's lips lightly and, almost sobbing, nudged Yukimura's head back so he could seal his lips over his mark. Though the transition was quick as he could make it, it still seemed too long, and he sucked at the marked flesh hungrily, rolling his hips with a little more vigour and reaffirmation as he ran his teeth along the sensitive skin, bit lightly.

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Yukimura cried out at the loss, then again as Kuronue's lips found his mark. need was so strong that it lifted his head and his lips were around Kuronue's mark before he'd finished crying out. His teeth closed around his lover's mark just enough to keep him from loosing contact. It was a rush, a intense fulfillment of the promise of everything they'd done before. Energy rushed in his ears as he felt himself drawn into Kuronue.

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Kuronue cried out against Yukimura's mark, clawing at the carpet and at Yukimura's shoulder lightly. It was like physical sensation had become background noise to the almost visual intensity. It felt like this, their making love, was transcending the very definition there of. They were crawling inside each other, loving each other with whole-hearted dedication and honesty.

And the touch to his mark along with his wings sent Kuronue drifting, knowing that it would end very soon with it being this intense, this close. Yukimura felt good around him, in his arms beneath him, curled around him. He never wanted to let him go.

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Never end, surfaced somewhere in Yukimura's mind. What they had in this moment wouldn't end, he was sure, even as the intensity eased to allow them to do other things. He felt so much bigger than his body could contain, so much closer to Kuronue than he could ever achieve physically, and it was perfect, wonderful. His fingers moved, without his conscious direction, to the most sensitive place he knew of. His body would follow Kuronue's, when his lover came, he knew that, but he wanted it to be as enjoyable as possible for both of them, to shatter the foundations of their world, maybe even strong enough for the girls around them to feel it, though that thought was buried far beneath the rest of what was happening in his head.

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He acknowledge the thought, but it was hard to do so when he was distracted with everything Yukimura and their closeness. It was like everything but the two of them had simply turned into a white haze and it was just them.

The touch to his wings had him almost screaming though it was like his physical body was far off, the sounds and voices and cries too. Yukimura's touch though, it was like the single thing that he could feel, everything was Yukimura, never ending. It reached down inside him and plucked at what last strand of restraint he had, what last piece of sanity he had.

He came, and it was like the world was breaking apart around him. His eyes rolled back and his body seized. He reached for Yukimura, pulling him with him, joining him.

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Yukimura cried out, his teeth tightening around Kuronue's mark as he screamed. Kuronue pulled him inside out, rebuilt him, left him trembling, weak, open, raw, unprotected and within Kuronue's arms, within his energy he was stronger, more secure, more protected than he ever had been in his life.

When he was aware of anything outside their shared experience, his body was limp under Kuronue, trembling and he could smell the girls around them. What had this looked like to them, he wondered idly, absently, not really caring. What mattered most was that Kuronue was with him.

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Collapsing, breathing heavily, Kuronue stared at the floor for a long while, dazed and fulfilled. He felt liked he'd just eaten a whole months worth of food, like he'd had a particularly good sleep, drunk the most pleasing wine of life. He was open enough to feel like a leaf in the wind, but Yukimura was there and his smell was all around him. The girls were there too, and while they were interesting, he was still far too concerned with Yukimura.

He was something special.

Turning his head slowly, like he was drunk and half-asleep at the same time, he pressed his lips to Yukimura's cheek and then settled his head on his shoulder, letting his eyes close. Just wanted to be for a moment.

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Yukimura managed to coax an arm around Kuronue's waist, but it used the last of his energy. He let himself drop off to sleep, his head tilted against Kuronue's. It was wonderfully fulfilling and in that sleep, he continued to drift within Kuronue.

Just before he opened his eyes again, he was aware that they were alone, that a light blanket had been placed over them and that Kanae and Mame-chan were talking quietly in another room. It took a couple of tries before he could convince his eyes to open, though, the desire to linger in that contentment and the desire to see Kuronue warring with each other.

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Kuronue woke in pretty much the same place he'd gone to sleep in. Lifting his head and blinking, Kuronue looked down at Yukimura blankly for a few seconds before blinking and closing his mouth. He'd been drooling a little.

"Hey," he greeted, though it was more of a wordless grunt. He looked around the room briefly, trying to figure out where he was.

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"We're at Kanae's," Yukimura said, his throat dry, his voice cracking as he spoke.

The girls' voices stilled and there was some movement. "Would you like some tea?" Mame-chan asked from the doorway. Yukimura turned and saw her kneeling, properly attired for a geisha again.

Yukimura smiled, a half laugh in his voice as he said, "Yes, thank you."