Title: Nightstand Songs
Author: Adorkablebanana
Genre: One shot, crossover, parody, anime/manga.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: InuYasha/Yu Yu Hakusho
Summary: What a crappy night could be for a married fox. KuramaxYoukoxKagome.
A/N: Thought I'd mock what has become cliché-ish in IY/YYH crossover Fandom. Fluff and cheesy lines galore! Theme #23: Lovers for LJ's crossovers100 community.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho and InuYasha series Funimation and Viz rightfully own them.

Lovers

'What is in a name?'

'Bitch, like I know.'

-Bobbs and Kat.

SQUEAK! CREEK!

Tossing and turning in bed nonstop. Sleep unavailable for the distressed miko and Kurama, who remained wide awake half of the night, lie insomniac beside Kagome. The infernal squeaking kept him up for the pass three ongoing hours.

For a quick 'flashback-ish' moment, the pass two back-aching days the couple spent in the feudal era searching for a certain scatterbrained hanyou, along with Sango and Miroku and including some villagers, the whole terrain. Searching high and low, shrub-to-shrub, tree-to-tree. Hell, everywhere for the missing hanyou without success. All that back-aching work done for nothing. InuYasha's still is on the run. Sango and Miroku aren't helping willingly anymore. Shippou and Rin eloped. Kirara probably went and disappeared with InuYasha. Now trying to get necessary sleep is an impossible task to achieve. The woman just won't stay put.

SQUEAK!

The fox twitched, cringing at the high-pitched sound that clawed his abused sensitive eardrums (a drawback of being a youkai). That squeaking poked menacingly at his patience. Repeatedly shoving him slowly over the edge.

SQUEAK! That mind grating sound! SQUEAK!!!

'Kurama, make it stop!!! I can't take it anymore!' Covering cute, fuzzy ears, the eviler of the two, the Youko, begged the redhead to abolish the irritating noise his adorable kitsune ears can't take much more of. That tweaking, creaking sound pounded and screeched unmercifully against his eardrums. Hammering the sensitive acute ears. If the high-pitched shrill were caused by him and her doing a much more pleasurable activity together in the bed he'd love it—what nympho kitsune wouldn't?—but this isn't the case. Torture is more of the exact words to describe it.

I'm right on it. At this rate neither of us are going to get some rest. Kurama pushed the covers aside, sitting up next to the restless girl, tousling the bed covers, shifting side to side searching for a more comfortable angle. This is definitely going to be a long night. Sighing, Kurama watched her restless form roll side to side for a few moments, contemplating how to make her stop without resorting to violence and on the recent issue the hanyou raised if he returns from hiding. Will his, note his and only his because he said so, Kagome go back to his arms and leave him?

Like fuck no. He won't give up his fuck-toy—erm, mate. Yes, mate. He won't give her up to InuYasha's half-breed ass. It bristled each nerve to stand on end recognizing this fact. She can't go back to the dog she belonged to him. Solely counting Youko—well technically Youko is Kurama, though the main issue is the dog-demon and the question whether will he demand for her back? If the case is so and it presents itself he'll fight him tooth and nails to keep the cunt, ahem, woman of his dreams, the single woman no human, goddess or youkai can come close to achieving his utmost, unconditional affections. He loved Kagome to death. Her leaving him might send him early to his casket. Kurama didn't avoid other more reasonable relationships, his past battles and life in general for nothing. It's not like all his efforts to remain a live matter. Death is a preferable option if she chose to leave him.

'NO! I will not tolerate the dog to ruin everything I worked for. She is mine, no other man will touch was is mine!' Coming out of nowhere, Youko slipped in on Kurama's momentary distortion, scooping the girl in the security of his arms, wanting to reassure himself the woman is his and only his. Not that he hasn't established the fact for an ongoing series of times in the past few lines.

Feeling the contact of a warm body encircling her, she wiped her bleary eyes. Dreams of her best boy—erm, friend in danger and the convicting guilt plaguing her for the past few days since InuYasha fled pushed sleep away. Cocking her head, the blurry reddish blob surrounding her clarified little by little till the picture of her beloved kitsune adjusted to full clear view. "Kurama? What are you doing awake? It's the middle of the night. You should be sleeping," Kagome said, a bit surprised to be awakened in his arms.

Kurama smiled tenderly. It's not like he got off watching her sleep all night. It's not like he didn't want to go to bed either with all the moving. Kagome had a lot of nerve going with the 'did something occur? What happened?' attitude. Of course, Kurama, the perfect kitsune/hunk of a man can't do no wrong, can't be disturbed at all by inconsideration.

An overwhelming "I shall never let you go. You belong to me, only me. You're my woman." The golden-eyed kitsune clutched her tighter against him, afraid, the fearless, scruple-less bandit, his small accumulating fears might possible come true. "I love you," he whispered in her ear, nuzzling cheek-to-cheek. Kagome hugged the tense fox back, stroking his flaming red locks soothingly. What was he afraid of?

"Kurama, I love you, too. What's wrong?" she asked.

Youko/Kurama pushed her long, locks as dark as the midnight sky to the side, exposing her neck. He ran his smooth tongue along her neck, tasting the feel of her tender flesh the tips of fangs lightly, pricking her skin. "Ouch."

"Be quiet, mate."

Kagome shuddered, sighing a breathy sigh. "Kurama, please not…now," she begged, burying herself in the crook of his neck. She wasn't up to a marathon of 'mating' or anything, plus her vagina hasn't recovered from the last bangfest. This wasn't the right time to do this, no matter how good it felt and how it tingled her excited young body.

Her small, whimper-like cry pleaded him to stop. He smiled against her, he made and stated his point proving she rightfully is bonded to him no man will quake and invoke these feelings and sensations within her other than himself.

He is the artist who creates the art; no soul can hope to reach his skills and devotion. "InuYasha can only dream like a wretched fool, but he will never in his pathetic life time will be able to please you as I have." Kagome pulled away to meet his stern gaze, blue eyes widened as his golden eyes held hers captive in a duration which no living being accomplished to catch, comprehension finally sunk into her noggin. How could she have once again missed it? Kurama is worried over her feelings for InuYasha. The way she has been dreading and dragging along send a mixed signal to him. 'Great Kags! You done it again,' she thought, berating herself for the millionth time. Can't she do anything right?

She detangled herself from the kitsune's arms, sighing exasperatedly. Crawling up to the ledge of the bed, she pressed her back against the headboard. She indicated Kurama to follow with a curl of a finger. The unavoidable frown twisting his lips explained the insecurity lurking and churning his insides to a knot, because a demon of his caliber, playboy extraordinaire, never dealt with the emotion called love before and loving this woman is what he's learning to deal with. Youko, what's she doing now?

'I really don't know what answer to give you,' the fox spirit said, at a loss to find the exact or right words to anchor his avatar, who was irked to be in the dark of things, things that seemed meager, though in reality these simple situations are the most complicated ones—because love does that to a demon.

Figures, he replied sarcastically, straight A student and first class thief trapped in a fix. Life and death matters dimmed to these predicaments in comparison, ironic how the simple things can be so complicated and the life risking tasks are an easy open breeze. Even his life threatening injuries, like Hiei's sword lodging into his stomach and a number of other injuries paled in comparison to this issue.

Unmoving, Kagome reached forward, tugging his arm to come, to sit beside her. He conformed to her wishes, like the domesticated kitsune he has become, moving beside her as the mattress dipped from the movements. Sitting next to her, giving her a gloomy, archaic smile, Kagome blew her thick bangs away from her eyes. 'Best make it clear to him once and for all.' "Kurama, lay on my lap." She patted her thighs. Her gentle, blue hues softening tenderly, gracing him with a sincere request.

'Well, so far it isn't bad, Red.'

Seems so. The Redhead obliged to her commands, laying his head comfortably on her soft, well-toned thighs. Closing his eyes, satisfaction laced around him as the powerful, gorgeous, majestic miko petted his hair, caressing the right spots.

She leaned down, pressing a light, but hearty kiss on the tip of his nose, slowly moving to his warm lips. She slowly pulled back, allowing his spicy foxy flavor to linger longer on her lips. She rested her forehead against his upside down frame, black tresses curtaining the both of them. "Kurama, don't ever doubt my love for you. My heart belongs to you; forgive me if I gave you the wrong idea about InuYasha. I'm just worried about him, he is my closest friend, after all." Those words, those plain yet powerful words are what he needed to hear. The antidote to heal all his horrible troubles.

His heart suddenly felt light again, fluttering like the first time she confessed her affections to him. "That's all I needed to hear."

"I know."

"Now wrap those lips around my—"

"Right on it."

The End.