So. Someone requested a very specific type of story and this is the setup for it. Straight up lemon is too sour, but if you mix it with water and sugar you get something positively delicious! Here's to requests and me taking my sweet ass time with it! This is me trying to make up a plausible scenario for Yukina dominating in the bedroom and Kuwabara being the passive partner.
"She-she just doesn't understand what's doing with a man and woman. How do you explain something like that?" Kuwabara moped. He was sprawled across the battered table top nestled between him and Kurama. It was the first Sunday of the month and the two redheads were currently carrying out the tradition they'd started years back right as the first demon tournament was taking place.
Kuwabara's slumped form took up most of the available table space, but the kindhearted, plump waitress set down two steaming mugs of white hot chocolate; one in the gap left under Kuwabara's armpit and the other balance precariously on his downtrodden head. Kurama smiled politely in response to her motherly smile. She brushed a few bright orange springs of hair behind Kuwabara's ear, patted Kurama's shoulder once, then turned tail to go about her job. She dropped off a third cup of hot chocolate to the only other occupant of the small coffee house, a man sitting several tables from the two redheads. Both men absently lifted a hand in an informal farewell.
"I love Marou, she's gotta damn good spirit," Kuwabara mumbled still face down.
Kurama chuckled at his friend's comment and took the two cups in hand. "You only say that because she puts marshmallows in your cocoa. It's that extra bit of sugar that would kill a diabetic."
Pulling himself up with a cheeky grin, Kuwabara snatched the cup that had an extra film of white lumps from Kurama's loose grip. Gulping down a scolding mouthful, Kuwabara wiped away the leftover dampness on his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.
Kurama calmly sipped his cocoa, letting the rich taste roll around his mouth and warm him slowly. His eyes were soft as he stared at his friend. "You were speaking of Yukina," Kurama prompted when Kuwabara gave no indication of continuing with he's previous topic.
Kuwabara looked determinedly into the dregs of his drink, anything then having to own to the frustration he felt in his and Yukina's relationship. What kinda man would break with his love over something sexual? He was stronger than that; he loved her like Hell. Chased her through the demon world when she'd departed from the human one. He'd thought she'd understood the true extent to his feelings then, but a year later and they were still acting the role of awkward teenagers.
One question bounced around his skull. In the seven years of knowing Yukina, three of which Kuwabara considered them being entered into a relationship of some higher significance, he's never seen the demoness more than place a swift kiss on the cheek. While he thought of himself as a man stronger than most men, Kuwabara was still a man, with all the needs and urges that brought about; all of which were directed at a woman that may not even be able to reciprocate those kinda actions and emotions. He forced himself to ask the question that could potentially make or break his relationship with Yukina.
"Are the ice maidens- are they asexual? I mean- I know they make babies on their own. But do they…can they be attracted to the opposite sex?"
The heat in his face was overwhelming. Kuwabara couldn't recall a time when he was as embarrassed as he was now asking his friend if he thought his girlfriend was into him. It made him feel less than a man, seeking outside reassurance aside from Yukina. She should be the only one that he needed to consult; a silently understood confirmation. But Kuwabara doubt her ability to even comprehend anything in a sexual sense. His heart was pounding so loudly in his ears that he almost missed the answer he was waiting for Kurama to give.
After many years of close friendship, Kurama had no hesitation on reaching across the table and grasping Kuwabara's hand.
"Oh, Kuwabara. I know Yukina feels for you very strongly. Humans," here Kurama chuckled fondly, "humans may have a stronger, deeper connection to their emotions, but demons still access them to an extent, especially when combined with an obsession. You are her obsession much the same way as Keiko is Yusuke's."
Uneasy to convince, Kuwabara mumbled, "He don't have no problem showing it."
Kurama bent his head to catch Kuwabara's downcast eyes. "Yes, and he's been exposed and raised in an environment of expression and action. He will always be human in that sense. Yukina, on the other hand, has been raised in oppression. The ice maiden are sheltered and their homogeneous reproduction privies them to upholding a serious flaw in mannerism. They know no gender roles, because they are all the same. And they show little emotion because they are frozen hearted."
Kuwabara snorted.
"You may be skeptical, but Yukina is marked for what she is in her ability to integrate with not just society, but a human one at that. She laughs and smiles and cares. And she does all these things with you , for you. When her mother mated with a fire demon to create her and Hiei, they were allowed a chance to be more than just the living, breathing icicles of the ice maiden," Kurama looked dead into Kuwabara's hopeful eyes, "She loves you in all the ways a demon can love."
Relieved. Kuwabara was honestly relieved to know that not only was it physically possible for the two of them to be together, but that in a demon equivalent, Yukina was as crazy for him as he was for her. Tears were gathering in his eyes when he gave a small, weak cough. "Shit, Kurama. Thanks."
With a firm squeeze and a warm smile, Kurama withdrew his hand. From several tables over, the man slouched over his own empty cup slammed his fist down on the clean surface of the table.
"God damnit! Why won't you let me sit with you! It feels weird eavesdropping on everything Kuwabara's bitching about!" Yusuke yelled. In the deserted café his outburst disturbed no one. Not even Marou, who didn't so much as pause in her wipe down of the counter.
"Shut the Hell up, Urameshi!" said Kuwabara, slamming his own fist against the table before bringing it back up to point at him, a look of warning on his face.
"Yes, I believe your intruding presence is enough without the addition of your whining," Kurama commented.
"I don't see why you guys are so touchy about your hang time. I like hot beverages in the middle of the summer, too!"
"This is me and Kurama time! Kinda like how you and me got the arcade. And Hiei and I got endless amounts of playful banter."
"So? I can be here if I wanna!"
"Precisely. Which is why we do not object too strongly when you are set off to the side quietly."
Yusuke roughly shoved the table away from him as he kicked his chair back. "Fuck you," he yelled, jabbing a finger at Kurama, "Fuck you," this time at Kuwabara. "Imma fix your lame ass problems way better then Kurama ever could!"
And with that Yusuke stormed out of the small café, the bell tinkling softly after his aggressive departure.
"He's always been a bit dramatic," Kuwabara scoffed, rolling his eyes. Kurama silently nodded in agreement.