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 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."

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"Mhhh," Kuronue added, and it trailed off into a very loud inhuman purr.

He raised a hand in a brief wave and then let it flop back down to the floor like a dead weight. Kusuriyuri, the girls and the Yukimura had done a thorough job of wearing him out. He felt like he could sleep for another couple of hours, but it wasn't a burning need and since Yukimura was awake he'd make an effort to be so too. They had to give Mamechiho her gifts after all.

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"And more sleep after," Mamechiho added softly as she set a cup within Yukimura's reach and held the other for Kuronue. "Kanae will leave for work soon and Okaasan knows I am visiting you, so there is no question of time," she added gently.

"Thank you," Yukimura said, lifting his head and just managing to get the lukewarm drink to his lips and sipped.

"Truly, you love each other," she added, blushing a little at the comment.

Yukimura's smile was genuine, happy. "Yes," he said, his arm tightening around Kuronue a little.

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Kuronue lifted his head again, smiled up at Mamechiho. His smile widened at how Yukimura's arm tightened just that little bit and her cute blush. "We spent a long time looking for it, now that we have it, we're very much happy with what we have."

He shifted, careful to not knock Yukimura's tea any. Then he plucked it from his hand and set it down beside him, pulled Yukimura over into his lap. He handed him his cup, took his own from Mamechiho gracefully.

It was good tea.

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Yukimura chuckled at being moved like a doll in front of Mame-chan. "We do apologize for falling asleep on your friends," he said, shifting a little to get more comfortable and finish his tea, burying a yawn in the cup.

Mamechiho waved her hand. "No need to apologize. They were most pleased by their time with you and that you allowed participation and to witness such."

Yukimura finished his tea and handed back the cup, reaching up to touch her cheek. "It was our pleasure."

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Kuronue hadn't stopped smiling in the least. Slipping and arm around Yukimura's waist, he settled, watching the two of them while he sipped at his tea. "You did a great thing for us Mamechiho. I'm grateful."

He nodded, and then widened his eyes. "Oh, if you'd like to open your gifts now, you may. One is an apology for my being absent, the other is just because I can."

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Mamechiho looked at them bemused. "A great thing?" she asked.

"It was a fantasy of his, you helped fulfill it," Yukimura explained, covering another yawn. "To be worshiped that way. And the presents are in Kanae's closet, if you haven't peeked yet," he said, his eyes closing as he settled against Kuronue.

Mame-chan laughed. "Thank you. I am pleased then, both that we could aid you and for the presents. Rest." She rose, taking the cups away.

Sighing, Yukimura let his eyes close, his sleep less intense, but as needed. At some point, he heard Kanae leave and could occasionally hear sounds of Mame-chan moving around.

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Kuronue remained awake for a while longer, listened to Mamechiho in the other room as she went into the closet, fished out the boxes. He could hear her gasps, the quiet utterings she made to herself.

She returned, poking her head in the door, and bowed to him. "Thank you, I'm humbled by your gifts," she whispered.

Kuronue smiled and crooked at finger at her, returning it to Yukimura hair, stoking lightly. As Mamechiho came close, Kuronue leant forward and pressed his lips to hers lightly, careful to not mess up her makeup too much. He took her hand. "You deserve them. If I could, I'd see that you'd become one of the best geishas. I'll try to visit you more often, even if it's just for tea."

She nodded in that graceful way of hers, pulled the blanket that had been covering them before up again. He noted the way she used her hands, fingers straight, elegant. Every movement was smooth, like art itself. "Sleep a while longer, danna," she said softly, looked down to Yukimura and then back up to him with a smile.

She left and Kuronue settled with Yukimura. Faintly, before he fell asleep he could hear Mamechiho calling her Okasaan to tell her about her gifts.

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The room was dark when Yukimura opened his eyes, easily this time. He wasn't sure if it was morning or later at night, his own internal clock used to Hogwarts now. He yawned, burying it into his shoulder, trying to let Kuronue sleep a little longer if he needed to. He felt very well rested, very comfortable, very close to his lover. A smile curved his lips. This was a very good way to wake up, he decided.

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Kuronue woke a few minutes later, somehow knowing his lover had woken. Humming lightly, feeling quite content, he mumbled an intelligible greeting and curled around Yukimura a little tighter. We must have needed the sleep, he mused to them both.

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Indeed, Yukimura laughed in reply, snuggling into Kuronue's body physically. Though, I could use a bath, he added as his stomach started itching and his body reminded him he'd fallen asleep directly after sex without washing up at all. When we're ready to move.

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Hmm, that'd be nice...

He couldn't hear anyone moving around in the apartment and that made his eyebrows rise, even as his eyes remained closed. He wondered if Kanae was still at work when it was this late. Or was it early. Had Mamechiho left?

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Yukimura lifted his head, looking for a clock he could read in the low light. He saw one and frowned at it a moment before he could make out the time. It's almost four in the morning, he said, lowering his head again. Mame-chan will wake up in about an hour, unless she had to return. Kanae will sleep until woken or until about eight, he supplied.

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Kuronue blinked and turned his head to smile against Yukimura's shoulder. It was warm right here, with Yukimura. He didn;t really want to move just yet, despite how he could feel Yukimura's want to bathe. How do you know that? Experience?

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Yes, I told you, before, that we'd been together, the three of us, Yukimura teased, squirming a little against Kuronue. His bladder decided to remind him it existed as well, though he was loathe to get up if Kuronue wasn't going to join him. I wonder if they left the bath for us... he thought, letting it trail off. The shower wasn't very loud, but filling the bathtub could be. If the tub had water in it, then they could bathe without making too much noise and waking the girls.

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Shall we check? He wasn't cruel enough to leave Yukimura in this kind of shape when he was uncomfortable, especially if nature was calling.

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You're most kind, Yukimura said, brushing a kiss against Kuronue's lips before he pushed himself up and held his hand out for his lover, leading him to the bathroom. A little lamp plugged in by the door revealed the cover was over the tub. There is water, he said, Kanae having told him once that she left it open when it was empty and covered it to keep the water warmer when it was full. It might be cool, depending on when they bathed, but there is water. If you could start the shower, he added apologetically, slipping away to use the toilet first.