And the ante is upped! I've gotta say, it's harder righting a man's perspective on what he's experiencing when he's aroused. As a woman, it's not something I've ever went through myself and it's one of the few things I'll never get to experience personally. It takes a lifetime of being a man to know what's doing, same as with a woman. So here's my guess work into the opposite sex! Enjoy~

Kurama, of course, was the first to pick up on the sexual atmosphere. "My, Kuwabara. You're awfully beat faced. You wouldn't by chance have developed a fever within the last five minutes?" Kurama said in a sugary voice full of implications Kuwabara wasn't going to own to publicly.

"Damnit, Kuwabara! Don't you get me sick again! You always pass me the worse bugs," Yusuke grumbled. He wasn't very good at reading into general moods; even when the sexual tension between Yukina and Kuwabara was so apparent it was basically sodomizing his face.

"I'm not sick," Kuwabara ground out through gritted teeth. He fidgeted in his seat, both from the pressure of Kurama knowing and the pleasure of Yukina getting him all hot and bothered.

"Are you sure? Yukina, would you be so kind as to check his temperature?" Kurama ventured.

"Of course," said Yukina with a sweet smile. She rose from her spot in a fluid movement.

Kuwabara glared at Kurama for suggesting Yukina get closer to him. Arousal ran rampant in his body with a table between them. He felt like Yukina's soft touch would make him bliss out in a big way; fine any other time, but Kuwabara really didn't wanna jizz himself in front of his friends. In fact, that was actual one of the most horrifying situations he could think of. The scenario was right next to awaking up with Elder Toguro kissing him. A lot of his Top worst had to do with some kinda sexual blunder.

"Great! Yusuke and I will just clean up the table while you're tending to him," Kurama said mischievously. Kuwabara delivered a hard kick to Kurama's shin which coolly ignored.

"I'm not cleaning up shit," Yusuke said plainly. He leaned back in his chair, defiantly crossing his arms over his chest. "'Sides, I'm not done with my tea."

Kurama's face darkened at Yusuke's reluctance to leave Yukina and Kuwabara to their own devices. He didn't go through the trouble of awkward conversion with the Ice Maiden to go without a show! To get the lazy Mazoku in gear, he casually knocked over Yusuke's full teacup with a swipe of his hand. Yusuke spluttered in indignation, gasping in disbelief at the brown liquid spreading over the table top.

"Oh, no," Kurama said unenthusiastically. "How clumsy of me. Guess you'll have to go into the kitchen to get the stuff to clean this mess."

The two demons glared at each other. Kurama tried to convey the message to scat, mainly because he thought Kuwabara could be driven into an even more embarrassing circumstance that he would get to view. Yusuke was steadily getting more and more pissed off at the look Kurama was throwing him. The fucker'd just knocked his tea down!

Tea raced to the edges of the table, forcing Yusuke to get up for a towel with a loudly muttered "Asshole," on a growl and Kuwabara to scoot back his chair into Yukina standing patiently behind him. Kurama followed quickly after Yusuke, balancing all the dishes on his arms. And then Kuwabara and Yukina were alone. Relatively, since he could still make out the bubbling, indistinct sounds of a whispered conversation floating from the kitchen.

Kuwabara tensed as he felt the ghost of Yukina's cool palm rest his shoulder. Her small, confidant hand slid around his chest, rubbing sensual circles on its path into his lap. Kuwabara hissed when her hand hit home, spreading his legs wide for her to have plenty of room to explore. Yukina giggled as she felt Kuwabara's cock twitch beneath her hand. He had to palm the armrests of his chair to keep from hiking up the skirting of her kimono and returning the favor when she cautiously squeezed him. Creaks of protest sounded from the wood in his grip.

Yukina nuzzled her face into the side of his neck. Kuwabara moaned, reaching back to tug encouragingly on aqua locks as she placed soft kisses and harsh nips up his throat to his jaw.

She paused at his ear. Warm pants of air filled his mind before trickling down to his groin.

"Oh. Oh my! You really are fevered," she said worriedly, pulling back quickly. Kuwabara whined in the back of his throat as she took her grip away from his achingly hard cock and felt up his forehead instead. Their beat of inactivity allowed Kuwabara to recognize that despite their impromptu sexual frenzy, Yukina wasn't worked up like he was. He could feel from his forehead that her skin was the same cool temperature hers always was, while he was burning with need.

"It's okay, it's fine! Just bothered is all," Kuwabara explained.

A look of comprehension and tease didn't cross her face like Kuwabara was expecting. Instead she had a look of concentration as he felt her spirit energy gently roving over his looking of injury. Finding none, Yukina retracted her arm.

"Am I the cause of your state?" she asked quietly.

Kuwabara was stunned, "Well, yeah. Course you are!"

Yukina's face took on an uncharacteristic hardness. Giving a curt nod she said, "Then I will leave you to cool down," and walked briskly from his sight and out the front door, quietly closing it behind her.

Confused covered Kuwabara's face, his eyebrows scrunched together and eyes squinted. "What the fuck?" he spoke to himself.

"We'll just be bringing in a plate of cookies," Kurama said more loudly than was strictly necessary, trying to give a warning of decency for the couple. Kurama walked back in with a plate of cookies artfully arranged, Yusuke trailing behind him with a morbid curiosity splashed on his face. At least Kurama had the tact to set his face in a mask of neutrality. Both pulled up short just inside the room having noticed Yukina's absence.

"That was a quickie," Yusuke said, grabbing up a handful of cookies and flopping back into his chair. He threw a dishcloth over the spill, letting the liquid soak into its fibers in favor of shoving a whole cookie into his mouth. "I know you're inexperienced, but damn."

"Yusuke," Kurama reprimanded sharply. Kurama rushed to his own seat, sat on the edge, and scooped up Kuwabara's limp palm. "What happened?"

"I don't know!" Kuwabara said in exasperation, "Things were getting pretty intense when she felt me and was all 'Oh, God you're hot. C'ya!' Then she just walks out telling me to chill out!"

Kuwabara snatched a cookie from Yusuke's grip, much to his protests, and angrily bit into it. Kurama leaned back, chuckling at Kuwabara's recap. Yusuke, picking up on Kurama's cue, started to mercilessly tease Kuwabara again.

"It was intense before we even left you two alone. Wha'chu do? Cum in your pants?"

"Shut the Hell up! You're just talkin' out your ass; you didn't even pick up on anything til Kurama told you in the kitchen, did you?" Kuwabara growled.

Yusuke snorted, rolling his eyes. "Don't know how I missed it. Your monster cock was practically jabbing me in the thigh!"

"Yusuke, please," Kurama warned again. He handed Yusuke another few cookies from the plate in his lap. "Now Kuwabara, you and Yukina seem to have very little insight on one another sexually. Remember, Yukina is an Ice Maiden and she experiences the same things you do, only differently."

"Yeah, turns out she's gotta dick," Yusuke jibbed around a mouthful of cookie crumbles. At Kuwabara's freaked out flinch, Kurama whopped Yusuke up side the face with the plate of cookies.

"Hush," Kurama chastised at Yusuke's pained moans from beneath the table.

"Yukina does not deviate from the anatomical features of a woman even by human standard. It's just that while you are heated by excess flow of your warm blood, she is cooled by her own cold blood."

"So what, she's a lizard?" Kuwabara asked in confusion. "How'd she survive in the snow so long?"

Kurama smiled heartwarmingly. "I see you've been reading the selected texts I've given you. Cold blood in a demon refers to what temperature their blood is consistently set to. Yukina's is low, so she is cold blooded, Hiei's is excessively high, so he is-"

"Hot blood!" Yusuke yelled from his place under the table.

"Who could have seen that one," Kuwabara said sarcastically. Kurama laughed at his two friends' word bounce.

Shyly, Kuwabara asked, "So, I didn't fuck up?"

"No. You did not."

"Will you explain everything to Yukina? I really enjoyed what came from you guys' last chat," Kuwabara said hopefully.

A cringe shot through Kurama. He didn't want the young couple to rely on him to work out every problem they encounter. Hiccups were one of the best parts of relationships. They kept things from becoming monotonous and provided a lovely contrast to all the ups. "I think it would be best for you to approach her this time. You must learn to handle your own."

A sigh from Kuwabara, "I gue-"

"Fuck that shit!" Yusuke snapped. Popping back up into his chair, he threw the plate down in front of Kurama. "Me and Keiko don't talk about nothing and we're doing strong. You just let me work things out for ya. 'Member? I said I'd fix things better than Kurama and now's my chance."

"You're not gonna doing anything extreme are you?" Kuwabara asked doubtfully.

"Me? Extreme? Naaaah."

Kurama spoke up in concern, "Kuwabara, you should jus-"

Yusuke shoved a hidden cookie into Kurama's open mouth. Wide eyed and gagging around the baked good, Kurama flailed about in distress.

"Hu-ush," Yusuke said mockingly.

"Maybe I should just talk with her myself. It's gotta be better than what you'd be capable of doing…" Kuwabara trailed off.

"No!" Yusuke shouted in a panic, leaping to his feet and dashing out the front door.

Coughing up the last of the cookie pieces, Kurama weakly said, "Why did you encourage him?! You know his ridiculous mystery plans have to be squashed before they grow to fruition."

"What's the worse he can do?" Kuwabara rhetorically asked, nerves weakening his words.