I…I never thought I'd get to this point! The elusive lemon is here! After putting it off for weeks and walking away in frustration, it's manifested itself into This! This! Kuwabara and Yukina are harder to right sex for than I imagined. Enjoy the raunchy scene~

Kuwabara woke on the thought of Holy Shit! ringing through his head. Instead of the gradual process of waking up, Kuwabara was instantly aware of what was doing. He remembered vibrantly the moments leading up to his pass out, even though at the time processing the events was hard for him. For a brief moment he suffered disorientation from having faded in one room and jolted awake in another, but the familiar shadows of his bedroom calmed him.

His mind was reeling with the fact that Yukina had drugged him then dragged his heavy ass all the way across the house to his bed. And proceeded to bind him spread eagle to the posts, Kuwabara noted as he strained against the steel-linked chains. Other than bruising his wrists, ankles, and ego, nothing came of the experiment.

On another try, panic swelled in his throat on a suppressed scream at finding his access to his spirit energy cut off. Hyperventilation was making him dizzy at this point, but it was either silently panic or start screaming his head off. His energies were there, he could still sense that, but they didn't move to his call; didn't break his binds so he could hunt down Yukina and demand an explanation.

Vulnerability washed over him, chilling his nude form. Not since he was a child cowering in the corner during one of his father's drunken fits had Kuwabara felt to utterly defenseless. He was at the complete mercy of whoever walked through his closed bedroom door.

The probability of that person being Yukina was high, but so was Yusuke's, having the annoying habit of showing up in the most inconvenient of moments. Right now Kuwabara didn't want to have anything to do with Yusuke and he certainly didn't want to give the man any chance to ridicule him when he had no ways to escape. But what really made Kuwabara trembling in dread was the far off chance that some unknown enemy would manifest while he was incapacitated. He needed his spirit energy to fight. And to protect, especially with his woman nearby.

Kuwabara sighed shakily, slamming his head back on the pillows propped behind him. Just when he'd thought he and Yukina had come to an understanding in their relationship, she does something so random and out of character….and very Yusuke-ish.

Son of a Bitch.

The demon fucker must have been the one to put this idea into Yukina's head! Kuwabara growled, going back to tugging uselessly at his restraints. His hands ached to wrap around Yusuke's little bird neck and snap it off. He knew he shouldn't have given that fucked up punk free reign to talk to Yukina about sex stuff. How hard would it have been to say 'Hey, S'up. Here's doing with your man,' but no; Yusuke had apparently felt the need to warp her head into the more specialized parts of human sex.

A noise from the doorway interrupted Kuwabara's plot to smash in Yusuke's face. More a shifting of the air than any actual sound, his head automatically jerked in that direction, trying to seek out the answers to his predicament. For a moment, Kuwabara's brain just stopped. Didn't go on autopilot, but fully shut off. Only his vision remained, fueling the imagine of Yukina, without a stitch of clothing on and just about damn near glowing in the soft blue rays of the moonlight. The sight was funneled from his eyes straight to his groin, the man in him growling his approval at seeing his woman so splendidly and without interference.

"Kazuma."

Yukina said his name with such raw want and need, reflecting the feelings rapidly boiling in him. If he'd struggled moments earlier in panic, he now thrashed against the chains that bound him in a bid to grab his woman and show her he could be just as much of her man even without his powers. Curly aqua hair nestled neatly between her legs drove Kuwabara insane with the primal need to shove her legs aside so he could lap at what he knew was hidden there. The steel groaned in protest, matching Kuwabara's own groan to be pleasuring his woman. His hands twitched with the desire to hold her under his body, pounding into her slickened cunt.

With each measured step Yukina took toward him, Kuwabara's eyes drilled into her own, both swept away by the sexual vibe that thrummed in the air. He felt like an animal with the way he was eyeing her up. Her equally returned looks told him she was feeling just as he was.

"I know little of humans," Yukina said softly, sensually crawling to Kuwabara's side on the bed. "But I think I know you."

Graceful as can be, she swung a leg across Kuwabara's waist. Her wet sex rubbed teasingly against his achingly hard cock. Without thought, he thrust his hips up, trying to get into her and have her screaming. Yukina skillfully rolled her hips away from his to draw out his want. She leaned into his chest, small, icy hands coming to rest on his tense, broad shoulders as she brought her mouth to his ear. With one of her sharp canines, she nipped at his earlobe, licking the droplet of blood that beaded to the surface. Kuwabara jumped, groaning in want as she continued to suckle his sensitive ear.

"Let me give you what you want," she whispered into his ear. Kuwabara could only nod dumbly. He was desperate to have her any way he could and despite his best efforts the links of steel weren't snapping on muscle strength alone.

"Good," Yukina purred. She flicked her tongue across Kuwabara's ear on last time before tailing kisses down his jaw until she had their lips locked in a frenzied, searing kiss. The give and pull of the heated kiss was a bit clumsy. Though they'd been together for years and known each other long, they were still getting used to one another. Their physical relationship was still in its infancy, but their enthusiasm to please the other drove them forward at a lightning speed. Soon they flowed together; shifting subtly to their every move, working together to create their intimacy.

For all the pressure and roughness Kuwabara pushed at her, Yukina threw it back at him twice as hard. He loved the feel of power coming from his woman. Fighting may not be her forte, but she was filled with strength. Breaking from their make out session first, Kuwabara felt no hit to his pride to see Yukina much less short of breath than he was.

Kuwabara shivered at the calculating look Yukina gave him. The look reminded him that she could do anything she wanted to him. With a sly grin that eerily reminded him of Kurama (something that probably should have dampened his arousal, but didn't), Yukina slide her body down his, trailing light kisses cold as ice.

She paused at the juncture inner thigh and hip to look up at him and he could see equal amounts of lust and love swimming in her blood eyes. Little ice kisses sprinkled so teasingly close to his cock. Yukina's long hair shifted around her with every small move she made, the locks sending shockwaves of sensory overload with each minuscule brush against his hard length.

He growled in frustration as she kissed her way back up to his hipbone, settling to nip at the sensitive area there instead of directing her attentions to his more prominent area between his legs like he really wanted her. It was torture, having her avoid him like that. His cock was painfully hard and he needed her to do something, anything to relieve that primal ache.

"Yukina, please," Kuwabara mewled, quaking with desperation. No sooner than he begged, Yukina swiftly grasped the base of his cock in her hand, fingers not even touching. Graciously, she ended her teasing torment and enveloped the tip of Kuwabara's length with her mouth. Kuwabara arched back, moaning in pleasure with each swipe of her tongue, light graze of sharp canine, and gently sucking as she took all she could of him in.

Kuwabara knew Yukina didn't particularly care for going down on him and in all actuality, her skills in the service were poor, but the effort alone had him trying to hold himself back from cumming too soon. He was touched she would go outside her comfort zone to please him in a way that he obviously enjoyed. What Yukina lacked in technique, she made up for in the sensations she brought about in the act. Ice battled with fire with every swift bob of her head. Used to having to keep quiet because of his sister's almost constant presence, Kuwabara couldn't help but habitually biting at his lips and swallowing back everything but the smallest noises of approval.