I present to you the second of the themes, Love! This one is a little more involved with the Yusu/Kuwa love (obviously) so we're rating it T! Nothing too graphic though, my pretties. I didn't feel right putting too much snuggly fluff in the "Introduction" chapter, because honestly they were 13 or 14 when they met and boys that age are more interested in fighting than love. I figured it would be better to not include any "deep, secret love-thoughts" on either of their behalfs, because it just wouldn't fit with their personalities. Hopefully this chapter will make up for the prior one's lack. :3
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"Hmmnnn... ohhh..." Kuwabara moaned, hands tightening on the shorter boy's back. He lazily opened an eye observe his beloved, who had stopped kissing his way down the copper-top's neck to give Kuwabara a cheeky grin.
"Aww, did I wake you up, baby?" he asked, feigning concen.
"Yeah, and you're gonna pay-hay-haaay for it," Kuwabara started to threaten, but his attempt at intimidation failed miserably as it was interrupted with a yawn. "...Later, anyway," he amended, drawing Yusuke further into his embrace.
"I just bet I will," Yusuke agreed, nuzzling against Kuwabara's muscular chest. Kuwabara grinned mischievously, then began to tickle his partner mercilessly.
"Auugh! Quit it, you big lug, gahahaa seriou-ohohoho-ously, qui-hee-hee-hee-hit it!" Yusuke giggled helplessly, arms pinned against Kuwabara from his sneaky hug attack. Kuwabara had found out the half-demon was ticklish on the trip to the Dark Tournament, while Yusuke was passed out from Genkai's rigorous training. While installing him in his bed in the hotel, Kuwabara's fingers had brushed Yusuke's sides, making the spirit detective giggle and roll over, swatting sleepily at the offending hand. "Nooo-hohoho-heehee quit it!" Yusuke yowled, flailing as best he could. He finally managed to break free, landing unceremoniously on the floor. Kuwabara couldn't help himself and burst out laughing at the disgruntled expression.
"Oh, that's it!" Yusuke shouted, pouncing on the taller man. They wrestled fiercely for a few minutes before Yusuke managed to pin Kuwabara, arms over his head. They stared at each other defiantly, breathlessly panting and flushed. Kuwabara's mouth quirked up in a grin.
"Looks like you got me," he said huskily. "Now what're you gonna do?" Yusuke grinned wickedly, then leaned down, breath hot against Kuwabara's ear.
"Bang," he whispered, and proceeded to kiss Kuwabara senseless. Kuwabara moaned against Yusuke's mouth, bucking slightly as the darker boy began to nibble gently at his lips and neck, all the while keeping him firmly pinned to the bed. Suddenly Yusuke pulled away and Kuwabara sighed regretfully at the loss, looking hazily up at the dancing chocolate eyes. "Now, now, can't be going back to bed before we even have breakfast. I promised to make something special, didn't I? After all," he added, leaning down to capture Kuwabara's lips in a quick, passionate kiss, "it's not every day that one celebrates their twenty-fifth anniversary." He pulled Kuwabara's left hand down to his mouth, kissing the plain silver band residing on his third finger. Kuwabara blushed slightly, though whether it was a true blush or just residual heat from their making out was hard to say. Despite the passage of time, neither Kuwabara nor Yusuke showed very many outward signs of aging. Through much wheedling, logical reasoning, and begging of his father, Koenma had been able to grant an extension to Kuwabara's life, allowing him to live as long and as youthfully as Yusuke did... and not a moment after. Needless to say, staying physically around their twenties made their sex life a lot more interesting than that of most chronological forty-somethings. Yusuke suddenly bounded off the bed and headed for the door. "I expect you down in no more than half an hour, lover-boy," he said, grinning wickedly. Kuwabara sighed again at the loss, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He was going to need a shower... a very cold shower.
When he came down a very punctual twenty-seven minutes later, dressed in jeans and still drying his hair, Yusuke was busy making french toast and scrambled eggs and looking adorable in his favorite apron. Kuwabara padded up behind him, looping his arms around his slender love's waist and rocking him gently. "Now, now, don't be too hasty, you'll make me burn the toast," Yusuke scolded, but a grin on his face as he looked up at Kuwabara showed he wasn't too concerned. The copper-top took the opportunity to plant a quick kiss on Yusuke's upturned lips. "Mm, now go get some cups and the juice, okay?" he said, beeping Kuwabara's nose and leaving a little dot of powdered sugar. Kuwabara captured his hand, licking it teasingly.
"May not need any syrup, if you're going to be this sweet," he said, chuckling, then went to do his partner's bidding. Yusuke finished up the cooking as Kuwabara poured the juice and set the table. When they sat down, Yusuke raised his juice glass.
"To twenty-five years," he said.
"To hundreds more," Kuwabara added.
"To love."
"To us."
"Aren't those the same thing?"
"I believe they are."
"I believe you're right."
"So you promised after breakfast we could go back to bed?"
"Of course. We'll have to take some kind of... 'nap'... to help digest all this food after all."
"Of course."
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