The Fifth Unmarked Videotape

The Fifth Unmarked Videotape by; boysluvcraft

Kurama was dressed in his nice clothes-- okay all of his cloths where nice, but these where his really nice clothes, the clothes he wore to impress. He tied his hair back in a neat pony tails at the base of his neck, and was making a few last minute adjustments on his bangs when a knock sounded at the window. Kurama didn’t even have to check the aura to know who it was. With a roll of his eyes, he moved to unlock the window.

“Are you really that afraid of talking to my mother?” Kurama said as he stepped aside to allow the tiny apparition to climb in.

To which Hiei snorted, “I’m not afraid of anything. And for your information I did speak with your mother. The woman turned me away, she said that you where going to be too busy to see me tonight.” Hiei held up a hand, before Kurama could speak, “Don’t worry I’ll hold no malice over her mistake. She is only a human after all.”

“I appreciate that, Hiei, but she wasn’t mistaken,” Kurama told him, “I have a date tonight.”

“A date?” Hiei skewed his face at the word, “You mean that primitive mating ritual of humans‘-- or will this be like Urameshi’s ‘dates’ where he follows his woman around carrying things for her?”

“It’s a blind date,” Kurama told him.

“You’re going out with Yomi?”

“No, smartass. Her name is Ayako, and she’s the daughter of father’s business partner. Father set the whole thing up; I‘ve never even met her before,” Kurama explained.

“Oh I see,” Hiei said smugly, “this is one of those obligation things.”

“In essence,” Kurama affirmed with a sigh. “But who knows, she might be nice.”

Any further conversation was halted by Kurama’s mother, who called from the foot of the stairs, “Shuichi daring, if you don’t leave soon, you’ll be late!”

“I’m on my way now,” he called back. He turned back to Hiei, but Hiei was already gone. With a shrug, Kurama gathered his coat and went on his way.

Hiei watched from a tree across the street as Kurama left his house. Kurama was dressed really nice in olive slacks with matching jacket, and a gold and cream striped shirt, and a pomegranate tie. He looked so gorgeous and sophisticated. Hiei wanted to know, why did he have to dress so nice? Those clothes would give that girl the wrong idea; she’d think he was trying to impress her; therefore she would think she had a shot at him. When, in fact, Hiei knew Kurama had no interest in human females. Hiei leaned his back against the tree trunk, so he could doze until later that night when Kurama would return home. Hiei was sure Kurama would be overjoyed to see he stuck around, especially after spending the evening with some dull girl.

Kurama did not return that night. Eventually the sky faded to grey and a thin silvery sliver light shone on the horizon as the sun began to rise, still Kurama had not returned. It was then Hiei left his vigil, cursing himself a fool for having waited for Kurama all night.

“Hiei?” The soft alto voice reached his ears the moment his feet hit the side walk.

“Um,” it was the most intelligent thing Hiei could say at the moment.

“Have you been waiting for me all night?” Kurama asked him.

“Of course not,” Hiei lied, “Why? Are you just now getting home?”

“No I always wear my nice clothes to bed,” Kurama gave him a lazy smirk, “Why don’t you come in for a cup of coffee?”

Hiei might have refused out of spite, but he wanted to talk to his fox, after all he had waited for him all night. He wanted to ask Kurama where he had been all night, but he knew that it was none of his business, so he settled on asking, “How’d your blind date go?”

Kurama put the coffee pot on. “I’d have to say it went well. Her father set up a reservation for us at the restaurant in the Luckpenny Hotel. It’s a pretty expensive place, but it turns out her uncle owns the hotel, so he gave us a huge discount. The food was pretty good, and there was a live band with dancing and all that.”

“Dancing?” Hiei snorted.

“I LIKE to dance, and so does Ayako. We spent a good long time last night dancing.” Kurama told him with a chuckle, “Between that and the wine the two of us were too tired to even take a cab home. We wound up having to check into the hotel.”

Kurama had spent the night in a hotel with a girl. The idea crept into Hiei’s mind and gnarled at his brain. Hiei shook his head in a vain attempt to dispel the irritation welling within him.

“Are you okay?” Kurama was genuinely concerned.

“I’m fine,” Hiei snapped at the fox, “And I’m leaving.”

And he did so before, Kurama could even think to stop him. A few hours had passed and a few humans had begun to roam the streets. Hiei had only gotten as far as the park six blocks from Kurama’s house, where he found his feet stuck to the ground. No, he didn’t step in chewing gum, he just couldn’t move because he didn’t know where to go. He didn’t want to go back to the Makai, because that would be running away. He wasn’t running away. It was tactical retreat, he told himself. He just couldn’t stand the things Kurama was saying. He couldn’t stand to even be near the fox-- yet he couldn’t get his mind off of Kurama.

“Hiei is that you?” A sweet feminine voice called out to him, breaking his thoughts.

He turned to face the owner of that voice, “Keiko?”

“Ha, I knew it was you,” she gave him a warm smile.

The first time Hiei had met this girl; he had attacked and kidnapped her, and nearly turned her into low level demon slave. I wonder if she’d be this familiar with me if she remembered, he thought, then he said, “What are you doing out here so early?”

“I’m on my way to an early bird sale at the mall,” she told him. She tapped her index finger against her chin as an idea came to her. She said, “Hey, if you come help me try things on, I’ll get you something nice to eat.”

Shopping? Eating? Hiei tilted his head at her, “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Keiko couldn’t help but giggle. “Sure,” she told him.

He conceded, with a shrug.

“Great!” Keiko chirped as she took Hiei by the hand and led him away.

Later Hiei found himself stepping out of a dressing room. “Why do I have to change my clothes?” He scowled at the female.

When they had gotten to the mall, the first thing Keiko did was head for the men’s section to pick out an outfit for Hiei to wear. She dressed him in a pair of distressed black jeans, a wide studded belt to accentuate his slim waist, a red imitation vintage tee-shirt with Nintendo’s Mario printed on it, and a few black rubbery bracelets on his left wrist.

She reasoned, “Because that black potato sack you usually wear stands out too much in this crowd. Besides what if someone I know sees me with you? I tell you this, bucko, if I’m gonna be seen on a date, I’m gonna be seen on a date with a stud.”

“I’m a stud?” Hiei tilted his head skeptically.

“In those clothes,” she pointed with glee, “you pass for down right sexy!”

Her comment made him blush a little, though he was grateful for it. The incident with Kurama that morning, had bruised his ego, and left his self image a bit tattered. He felt a tad pathetic then, he actually needed some human girl to tell him he was attractive. Twenty-four hours ago he was convinced that he was every man and/or woman’s sexual fantasy come to life in a convent travel sized package, but all it took was for his fox to fool around with some girl, and that delusion was shredded. If Hiei was all that, why would Kurama need to go fooling around with some human girl?

How could Kurama’s actions have such a huge effect on him? And why the hell should Hiei care what the fox does? It’s not like they were mated or anything! That’s right they were both free, impenitent demons. So, Hiei cleared those thoughts from his mind and determined himself to having a good time with Keiko, in spite of the fox-- or to spite the fox.

They had gone out to lunch, following the mad mall crawl, which yielded Keiko several bargains and Hiei many bags to carry. The restaurant they went to had lovely outdoor seating on a rose bush lined patio. Unfortunately it was winter, thus too cold out for the human girl to be sitting outside. Inside the cozy restaurant, an old man read the paper at the counter, while a middle-aged waitress chattered about nothing. The clanking of ceramics could be heard in the background where a teenaged boy washed the dishes left over from the recently passed breakfast rush. Keiko and Hiei sat in a corner booth, picked at the half eaten food on their plates.

“You know, it’s nice that the two of us got to spend some time together,” Keiko mused. “I mean, you’re one of Yusuke’s closet friends yet, I hardly know you.”

Hiei nearly spit his coffee at the mention of the detective. It suddenly dawned on Hiei he was on a date with the girlfriend of a guy he was currently screwing. Yes, he had forgotten.

Keiko went on, “You know, he’s always so excited whenever you guys come around, and after he’s spent time with you, he seems so, I don’t know… refreshed? I wonder why that is. Does it have something to do with being around his own kind?”

Hiei just shrugged with a grunt as if he didn’t know. In fact, he knew exactly why Yusuke was so enamored by their encounters. They had sex just about every time they saw each other. It wasn’t just any sex either, it was hard, kinky, male on male, sweating, screaming, reach of the heavens, feel like you’re dieing, and loving it sex. It was funny really; in spite of having a very active sex life with both Hiei and Kurama-- sometimes featuring Koenma-- Yusuke still dated Keiko, who was none the wiser.

Why Yusuke continued to see Keiko, Hiei couldn’t fathom. Maybe he did love her, even though she couldn’t give him what the demons gave him. Or perhaps he stayed with her out of obligation. She was girl and he was a boy. In human world such a situation expects to end in marriage and happily ever after. Kurama was a boy, and a handsome one at that. Some day he too would be expected to find a girl and marry her. Perhaps this Ayako girl he just met would be the one.

That revelation sent a stabbing pain through the Koorime’s chest. And for the first time him his life, Hiei thought he may cry. But why? The situation between Kurama and this Ayako girl wasn’t much different from what was going on between Yusuke and Keiko, but Hiei has never felt threatened by Keiko. Threatened?

“I’m not threatened by her,” Hiei growled, shaking the offending thought from his head.

“Excuse me?” Keiko blinked at him.

Hiei cursed himself to a million hells for having said that out loud. Hiei glanced about, looking for a possible escape. But, the girl across from him was staring at him with concern written on her face. If he left now she’d continue to be worried, and in all likelihood, she go talk to Yusuke about it, who in turn would go blab to Kurama. Hiei did not want that to happen.

So, he leaned over the table, looked Keiko in the eye, and said, “This stays between us, got it?”

The girl nodded and Hiei continued, “Last night Kurama when out with this girl and… I think he’s serious about her.” Hiei omitted the ‘spent the night in a hotel’ part, to spare her delicate female sensibilities.

Keiko looked at him like he’d just told her that he was really a hamster in disguise. “Well isn’t that a good thing, if Kurama’s found someone to make him happy.”

“He already had someone to make him happy,” he snapped at girl. He saw her flinch. He hung his head apologetically and continued without looking up from his lap. It took all of his effort to force out the words that had lodged in his throat, “If he’s got her, he doesn’t need me around anymore.”

“You…you think Kurama’s going to throw you away, just because he’s got a new girlfriend?” Keiko was astonished. “Oh, my goodness, are you‘re jealous?”

“I am not--” Hiei stopped himself, because he realized it was true, he was jealous.

“Hiei,” Keiko cooed with her soothing tone and reached across the table, resting her hand on his arm, “I know this is cliché, but I know that this girl can never replace you in Kurama’s heart. Girls come and go, best friends are forever.”

The worn out human phrase slowly soaked into the demon’s mind, especially the latter bit. Friends are forever. Forever. As in he would be with Kurama forever. The thought made his heart pound and his stomach flip-- in a good way.

“You’re right,” he told the human girl as he stood abruptly. “Thank you for the lovely date, Keiko. But now, I’ve got to go see my fox.” He turned to leave, and then stopped on an after thought, “I almost forgot, I believe this is the proper way to end a date.”

With that he turned to face the human girl and planted a chaste kiss on her lips. Then he was gone. Keiko was stunned for a bit, but then it sunk in and she started to giggle. Sometimes Hiei was just down right adorable.

Hiei dashed across town, with the words Keiko had told him running though his head. “Girls come and go, best friends are forever.” Well, if things went right that girl is gonna go, and Kurama would be his forever. All he had to do was let Kurama know how he really felt. But how to do that…. Hiei had never been one to talk about his feelings. In fact doing so was the most menacing prospect he could imagine. If all fails, he could just blurt it out like an idiot.

When Hiei arrived, Kurama’s house was empty, much to the apparition’s disappointment. Hiei used his telekinetic abilities to let himself in so he could wait for the fox up stairs in his room. There Hiei paced the room; he fiddled with the things on Kurama’s shelf, thumbed through a magazine left on his desk. Anything to keep himself busy, so he wouldn’t over-think things or loose his nerve. Hiei wasn’t typically this nervous about anything, but then again today wasn’t one of those typical days.

Out the corner of his eye, Hiei spotted Kurama’s shirt, which had not quite made it into the hamper. Hiei picked up the shirt and its smell wafted into his nostrils. Hiei breathed the scent in deeply, at first it smelled like flowers with a touch of vanilla, but under that was the musky odor that was purely the fox himself. Hiei loved that smell. It relaxed him and excited him at the same time. He couldn’t count all the times that smell had lured him into ecstasy. Hiei inhaled again, stirring the memories, which in turn stirred something else.

“Curse that girl for making me wear skinny jeans!” The tight pants were becoming unbearable. Hiei had to unbutton them and lower the fly to let his strangled member free. Hiei stroked the hard length once; just that was enough to cause his hips to buck and his lips to utter a needy moan. Man he wanted jack off right then to the foxes scent. But, he couldn’t-- or could he?

An idea formed itself in the diminutive demon’s mind, it was devilish and he liked it. First, he used his Jagan to check that Kurama was not nearby. He wasn’t, he was several blocks away, scrutinizing produce at the grocery store. Hiei had plenty of time. Next he went to drawer where Kurama kept his electronics and took out the camcorder and a blank videotape.

Kurama came back from the grocery store. His family wasn’t going to be in that night, so he only needed a few things for make dinner for himself-- though he did have enough for two, just in case a certain spiky haired demon decides to show up. Kurama frowned as his mind alighted on Hiei. The small demon had acted so strangely that morning-- and then that afternoon he’d gotten a call from Yu Kaito saying he’d seen Hiei out on a date with Keiko of all people. And what’s more he said that Hiei was wearing a red Mario tee-shirt and skinny jeans. Poor Kaito thought he’s fallen into a parallel universe or something. Kurama laughed and suggested to Kaito that he get his glass’s prescription updated.

As Kurama was folding up and putting away his reusable shopping bags, he spotted a bundle on the kitchen table. It was the shirt he’d taken off earlier, and it was wrapped around something. He carefully unfolded the shirt as to not drop the thing inside. It was a videotape-- and not just any videotape, but an unmarked videotape. This was Hiei playing a game, no doubt. But what kind of game? That morning he could have sworn the petite demon was mad at him. Only one thing to do, Kurama popped the tape into the player and watched.

To the fox’s surprise the image that popped up on the screen was his own bedroom, or more precisely his bed. Then Hiei’s form skirted around the camera into view. He was buck naked and fully aroused. Hiei flopped back on Kurama’s bed, and without further delay, began to pump his swollen length with his fist. Hiei panted softly with each pass, his lips were swollen, bright pink, and wet were his pert little tongue darted out to lick them. If Kurama could have, he would have jumped into the picture and stolen those lips with his own. It was then that Hiei produced idem that Kurama had not noticed until then; it was Kurama’s shirt. Hiei brought the material up to his face; let it brush against his reddened cheek. He held it to his face and inhaled deeply.

“Ohhh, Kurama,” Hiei moaned with a practically strong tug to his throbbing member.

The sentiment gave Kurama a jolt that went straight to his cock. Without thinking, he answered the image on the screen with a hungry growl, “Hiei.”

Hiei was now desperately sniffing at the shirt as if he were trying to fill his whole being with the scent trapped within its fibers. His hips began to ungulate in time with his hand’s movements. At the same time, he griped himself so hard the flesh turned purple and each pull practically forced precum to well up from his slit and dribble down his length, lubricating his piston-like trusts.

All the while the spiky haired demon panted and shouted, “Kurama… uhh Kurama! Oh please, oh yes! Kurama! KURAMA!!!”

Hiei came hard, and even after he was spent, he continued to mutter, “Ku-Kurama… I…I love you. I love you, Kurama.”

Kurama paused were he sat, rubbing the growing erection in his pants. He reached out and poked the rewind button, just in case he misheard. He replayed the last few seconds of the tape and listened to Hiei’s words very carefully.

“…I love you. I love you, Kurama.” the image repeated.

Kurama sat back on his thighs, in shock. Hiei has said many things to Kurama, during and after sex, but never ‘I love you.’ He’s said, ‘you’re wonderful’; ‘you’re so good’; even ‘I love your cock inside of me’, but never ‘I love you.’ Hiei would never say those words, unless he meant them in all sincerity.

With this fresh revelation in mind, Kurama tore up the stairs and into his room. Hiei wasn’t there. Of course not, that would have been too easy. His eyes fixed on his mussed bedding. He stalked over to it sniffing the air. Then he sunk down to snuffle at the bedding. The sheets were saturated with the perfume of Hiei’s sex. The fox’s arousal responded to the odor-- and so did his feral instincts. Kurama sniffed the bedding one last time, then he moved away following the scent. He circled his room and then moved out the door, downstairs, and eventually to the front door.

Hiei’s scent hung in the air boldly and intentionally; he wanted Kurama to track him. Outside his house, Kurama shifted into his fully fox form so that he could do a better and quicker job of it.

He muttered in his mind, you’re not getting away that easily; my grandfather on my mother’s side was a bloodhound. Not really, but it sounded good.

Meanwhile, Hiei was busy pacing a hole in dirt floor in the woods outside of town. With a growl of frustration he sat down in the middle of the clearing. For the past hour, he had resisted the urge to use his Jagan to check in on Kurama. He didn’t know that the fox was on his way. He didn’t know how Kurama received his proclamation of love. He didn’t even know if he’d watched the damn tape yet!

Just then a rustling in the bush snapped him out of his reverie. A large silver fox stepped into view, its features shifted and melted until the lean powerful form of Youko Kurama crouched before the frozen Koorime. On all fours with his shoulders low and his golden eyes narrowed, Kurama stalked the other as if he were a plump little bunny-rabbit. He sprung, toppling Hiei flat on the ground. His teeth clamped down on the smaller demon’s windpipe, cutting off his air supply. Hiei stiffing at the sudden attack, but he made no attempt to escape as the fox pawed at his body.

In a few moments Kurama released his grip on Hiei’s throat. As he nuzzled the lovely exposed neck, Kurama panted, “That video was so sexy…. Man I want you so bad….”

“Did you watch all of it?” Hiei gasped as Kurama stripped Hiei of his red Mario shirt and plundered the flesh on his chest.

“Uh-huh,” Kurama murmured around a pert pink nipple. “Say it again.”

Hiei blushed, “I-I love you.”

“Again.” Kurama moved lower.

“I love you.”

“Damn that’s got to be the sexist thing I’ve ever heard!” Kurama growled and then as he unfastened Hiei’s belts, “By the way, I love you too.”

“You- you do?” Hiei stuttered because Kurama now had is hand in Hiei’s pants, gripping his hard flesh.

“Hmm, I always have.” Kurama hummed. “I never brought it up before, because I didn’t think you wanted it. I guess I was kind of afraid you’d reject me.”

Hiei cooled a little at that, “You thought I would--. Is that why you started fooling around with that girl?”

Kurama popped his head up from where he had been licking at Hiei’s stomach, his furry ears twitched in confusion. “Girl? What girl?”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Hiei snorted, “That Ayako girl you went out with last night, you told me the two of you spent the night in that hotel.”

Kurama stared at him a few moments, and then realization dawned on him. “We spent the night in the hotel, yes-- but in separate rooms! Hiei I’m not interested in her-- or any girl for that matter!”

“Really?” Hiei breathed.

“Why would I go around fooling with some girl, when I have every man and/or woman’s sexual fantasies come to life in a convent travel sized package, right here?” Kurama purred.

All Hiei could say was, “I love you.” Then he embraced his fox and kissed him long and deep.

When they parted Kurama murmured, “I love you, too. You ready?”

“Yes.”

“Turn over.”

Hiei slipped put of his pants, and settled on his hands and knees with his hips high in the air. The sight made Kurama moan as he peeled off his white robes. He knelt behind Hiei, tenderly probing his dripping cock into the smaller man’s crack. Hiei’s flesh was so hot and his body so powerful. Having it beneath him made Kurama’s shin tingle as if small sparks of electricity kissed his entire body and built inside of him. Kurama took a deep breath. Then in a massive wave, he released his demonic energy. It washed over Hiei causing the apparition to moan and lift his hips higher, begging the fox to take him. As Kurama’s power reached its peek, he drove his cock into Hiei’s tight entrance.

Hiei threw his head back and screamed as he flared his own energy. Then, he dropped his head again as Kurama started a fast paced series of deep thrusts. Hiei had to dig his claws into the earth to keep him self from being propelled forward by the sheer strength of Kurama’s blows. The penetration was quite rough for Hiei without preparation or lubricant, but Kurama’s energy was blanking him, caressing him, and filling him. It laved away the pain, leaving only raw pleasure-- and heat. Each time Kurama rammed himself home into Hiei, the small demon raised his fiery energy. If Kurama faltered now and his energy waned, Hiei’s would burn him to a crisp. But that was the chance that Kurama took when he came to Hiei.

“Ahh, Kurama!” Hiei cried out between clenched teeth.

“Hiei,” Kurama gasped in his passion, “MY Hiei!”

“Yesss… Yours,” Hiei moaned. “I love you!”

That did it. Clutching the smaller apparition’s hips, Kurama drove his near-bursting member as deep as he could into Hiei and stilled himself. Hiei’s convulsing canal milked Kurama’s cock for all it was worth. Hiei could feel Kurama swell and burst inside of him, which set off his own climax. As Hiei hit his peek, so did his energy. It swirled and mixed with Kurama’s and flowed through the both of them, forging a permanent bond between them-- or maybe just straighten the one that was already there. The residual force of there churning energies was enough to level everything in a thirty foot radius and cause Yusuke Urameshi, who was fifteen miles away, to drop his water glass.

“Something wrong babe?” Koenma stepped up behind the shaken boy, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“Didn’t you feel that?” Yusuke looked at him wide eyed.

“Oh that?” Koenma grinned, “Yeah. It’s about time those two mated, I was starting to wonder if they’d never do it.”

“Nah, they were bound to eventually, though I kinda wished I could have watched. I hear demon matings are hot.” Yusuke chuckled, before giving Koenma a sound swat on the behind and darting off. He paused at the bedroom door looked back at Koenma with mischief in his eyes, “Coming back to bed?”

Koenma grinned and trotted after the dark haired boy.

Meanwhile, back in the woods, Kurama laid flat on his back, back in his human form. Hiei was curled up at his side.

“So I take it you don’t want me hanging out with women anymore?” Kurama said.

Hiei shrugged, “Hang out with whoever you like.”

“You won’t be jealous?” Kurama raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“I don’t need to be. Besides I’m going to get you a nice ring to wear on that finger,” Hiei indicated the third finger on Kurama’s left hand, “So they all know that you’ve been claimed.”

“Hiei, you romantic…” Kurama laughed.

“I’ve told you before, I’m not--” Hiei frowned. “Well, maybe I can be, but just for you.”

Kurama smiled and rewarded Hiei’s romanticism with a kiss. Kurama looked thoughtful when they parted, he asked “But, can we still mesh around with Yusuke?”

Without a trace of hesitation Hiei exclaimed, “Hell yeah! We‘re not gonna let that sweet ass go so easily, not after all the effort we put out to get a hold of him.”

“I‘m sure he‘d appreciate that,” Kurama smiled with mischief. “Although I not sure he’d appreciate you dating his girlfriend.” Kurama held up Hiei’s red Mario shirt and waved it in the air.

“How did you--“Hiei gaped, and then he crossed his arms with a frown. “Hn,”

Kurama laughed and cuddled his pouting lover, until Hiei’s frown melted into a smile. The fox would always tease Hiei as he would always smell like flowers, vanilla, and musk. And as surly as Hiei would always tap at Kurama’s window, Hiei would always take the teasing in stride and smile for his fox and tell him, “I love you.”

END
A/N: Well I think it is official now; this series has a plot. I just couldn’t abstain (sigh). I hope everyone enjoyed it, there’s more on the way. On another note, if there are any Lanipator fans out there, his youtube parody show, YuYu Hakusho Abridged, is making it’s grand return soon! Squeak! I’m so excited!