#kurabara

[hamspamandjamsandwich]

kuwabara deserves to be told he's actually pretty and wonderful and lovely and and and

another present for a YYH gift exchange! the recipient loves kurama x kuwabara, so I delivered with the sappiest corniest thing imaginable. they loved it! Extras under the cut.

[kazimakuwabara]

How Does the Fox Smell?

summary: A drunken Kuwabara moves his relationship with Kurama, further along.  (Kurabara) (Kuwama) ^^

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"Kurama, Kurama... Hey! Hey, Kurama... did you smell when you were a Youko?"

Kurama closed his eyes, and grit his teeth.

This cemented it.

Kuwabara, was drunk.

Very, very, very, drunk... or just plain had a death wish.

Giggled escaped their surrounding friends, as Kuwabara, flushed and grinning, draped his arms around Kurama, and nuzzled against the back of his head, "Cuz wild fox's smell, ya know? Did you know? They're... musty."

"Musky," Kurama corrected, shooting a suspicious glare at Chu, and then to Jin. "Which one of you gave him the demon grade sake?"

"Not me!" Jin sang with a cheeky grin.

"Nah me!" Chu slurred, batting his eyes.

So, it was probably both of them.

Kurama gently pulled Kuwabara's arms off of him, and turned, placing a guiding arm against Kuwabara's waist, "Kuwabara, I really, really don't want to hit you right now... so let's just go find a place for you to sit, where you can get some water."

"Is this cuz you stank? That's okay, if you did... you smell like roses now!" Kuwabara laughed, throwing back his head at his own joke.

Chu and Jin echoed him, Jin spilling onto the floor, literal tears seeping down his cheeks.

Kurama inhaled sharply through the nose, and started to push, "Kuwabara... let's find a couch."

He had managed to push Kuwabara through a few of their other drunken friends, before Kuwabara dug his heels in, and titled his head back, pouting at Kurama, "Kurama... are you mad at me?"

"No... just tired. Come on, one foot in front of the other, now!" Kurama sighed, his patience thin.

Kuwabara spun around, wrapping strong arms around Kurama, and pressing his brow against the other. Kuwabara's face was flushed, and he pouted at Kurama, looking sweet and pathetic, "Don't be mad! I wanna kiss you later."

Kurama felt his cheeks color, "You what?"

Kuwabara grinned, nuzzling his nose against Kurama's, "I wanna kiss you later. I'm tired of waiting."

Kurama swallowed.

About a year ago, Kurama had begun a play of cat-and-mouse with Kuwabara. He had laid down the bait, a simple, "I think you're very handsome, Kuwabara." Words he had said before, but this time, with a little heat, and a gaze that had invited. Kuwabara, had carefully accepted the compliment, and then stewed, seriously thinking over Kurama's words. And then just as carefully, three weeks after Kurama, volleyed a compliment back, "I think you're perfect, Kurama."

The words had been in Kurama's ear, shy, less confidant, but true.

And the game began.

A carefully calculated back and forth, a slow and careful game towards a courtship.

It seemed, now that Kuwabara was so emboldened with some spirits, he was tired of waiting.

"Kurama, can I kiss you?" Kuwabara asked, lower lip stuck out in a pout.

Feeling hot behind his ears, and wrestling with his desires and what he knew was right, Kurama sighed, "No. Not right now. But after a glass of water, and maybe something to eat... we'll see."

Kuwabara nodded, still frowning.

Gently, Kurama resumed pushing Kuwabara, "And if not tonight, I promise I'll kiss you tomorrow."

"Oh, yippee!" Kuwabara hiccuped, actually shouting the last word out, and drawing some attention from the room.

Kurama sighed, and shook his head, "Come on now. And don't ask how I smell again!"

 End

[machinecatgirl]

them...they...

[unlockthelore]

Kuwabara: Hey Yukina, quick question.

Yukina: Alright?

Kuwabara: Is it normal to want to kiss your best friend?

Yukina: Yes? I'm guessing you want to kiss Yusuke?

Kuwabara: Well, yeah.

Yukina: And Kurama?

Kuwabara: Not so much, but sometimes.

Yukina: And my brother?

Kuwabara: Not a lot, but sometimes.

Yukina: And me?

Kuwabara: Of course! I'll always want to.

Yukina: Then, maybe you're asking the wrong question. You should ask them if it's okay for you to kiss them, and if they say no, then you're still friends regardless right? Just not friends that kiss.

Kuwabara: ... Huh. Alright, yeah. I can get behind that.

Yukina: Good, because Yusuke's been standing behind you this whole time.

[hotwing-sauce]

From Sensory, #4) Napping in sunshine, with Kurama and Kuwabara. :3

Warm. Every bit of him was warm. 

Well, at least concerning his back. 

“Kazuma, come in off the porch,” Kurama called through the screen door. Kuwabara turned his head, but only slightly, and cracked an eye open. Kurama had a colourful, fox-themed watering can in one hand, whilst the other gripped the edge of a sunhat. 

“Nah, it’s nice out,” Kuwabara called back. “Come out here instead–there’s plenty of porch space.”

Kurama chuckled, soft and sweet. “I’ve no time for napping, and neither do you,” He teased, though he set his used can down and affixed his hat back atop his head. Kuwabara let his eyes slide closed, sleepy from the sunlight, listening to the sound of bare feet against hardwood. 

“Everyone has time for a nap, Shuichi,” He murmured, nuzzling his face deeper into his bare arms. 

“Everyone?” Kurama’s voice was closer now. Right on the other side of the barely-open door.

“Everyone. We all need to rest sometimes, you know? Just, nap. Out of the blue or planned, naps are good for you.” He rolled over and pet the space beside him, once again opening sleepy eyes. “Right here. Free real estate for the cutest red-head in Japan.” 

Kurama laughed, shaking his head. “Flattery is not the way you go about wooing me, Kazuma,” Kurama warned, though he was moving to sit down. 

“What if it’s honest flattery?” Kuwabara questioned. The corner’s of Kurama’s mouth curled up into a soft smile. “Come on, chores can wait. Forty-five minutes. Tops.” 

“Ah, very well,” Kurama murmured. “Forty-five minutes couldn’t hurt, I suppose.” He laid down on the wooden deck, shuddering as the warmth instantly soaked through his clothes. Kuwabara buried his nose into Kurama’s hair, sighing at the familiar scent of roses infiltrated his senses.

It was good to be home.

[yanimatorart]

been watching a lot of classic shonen jump lately. decided its maybe finally time to post some of my art online again. XD it’s been a while fam

[hotwing-sauce]

EVERYDAY_IM_PREACHING

This fic is rated E for Explicit 

When Kurama spoke, it was with the faintest movement of his lips—it was hypnotising. “I want everyone to know that we are more than roommates, Kazuma. I want the world to know how much I enjoyed biting bruises into your flesh.” Kurama flicked his eyes upward, and Kuwabara felt his knees go weak. “I want everyone to be envious, thinking about how good you must taste to inspire such devotion.”

[hotwing-sauce]

EVERYDAY_IM_PREACHING

This fic is rated T for Teen

Kuwabara will let a ton of things slide; but he's not going to let anyone talk bad about his boyfriend.