The Sixth Unmarked Videotape

The Sixth Unmarked Videotape by; boysluvcraft

Yusuke and Kurama wanted to do something nice for Koenma, after all he did show them such a good time at that Death Beach Resort. That was a trip none of them would e forgetting anytime soon, the warm tropical days of on the beach, and the steamy nights in the sack. So, Yusuke and Kurama wanted to do something nice for him. Hiei, ever the evil master mind, came up with a most appropriate idea….

Hiei stood in front of Yusuke’s bathroom mirror putting the finishing touches on his costume. He had refused to change in front of his lovers; it wasn’t an issue of modestly. He felt that watching his transformation would spoil the magic and surrealism behind it, and then there would be no point in even wearing the damn thing. That and he loved the looks of surprise on their faces.

“Hiei are you almost ready?” Yusuke’s called impatiently from his living room.

“Just a second,” he called back. He took one last look in the mirror, the reflection that stared back at him looked like a bright little flower of a girl, rather than the small dark man that he was. He wore a lovely dress that was cut close on the bodice, flared at the skirt, and stopped just below the knee. The material of a bright green and aqua patterned, which went well with a wide white belt that lent him the illusion of slight feminine curves. He had covered his spiky dark locks with a vivid purple wig, styled in a cute flip. He even went through the trouble of applying make up. Icy blue eye-shadow and green eyeliner made his deep red eyes stand out and sparkle. His rouged cheeks and garish pink lipstick made him look irritable.

He winked and playfully flirted with the girl in the mirror for a moment. Then he got serous and called to the two men waiting in the living room, “I’m ready, go ahead and take your places.”

He heard the front door open and shut and knew it was time to begin. He stepped out of the bathroom and paced over to where Kurama had set up the camcorder, tapping the record button as he passed. He snapped up the feather duster left on an occasional table for him. Duster in hand, Hiei minced about in front of the camera dusting things off and humming an aimless tune, looking very much like an anime version of Snow White. Then a knock came at the door. Hiei frightened a surprised, who-could-that-be, expression and went to the door, as if he didn’t know who was on the other side. It was Yusuke. He was wearing a saucy grin and a brown UPS uniform that didn’t look standard issue. The shirt was tight and partially unbuttoned, showing off his perfectly sculpted pectorals, and his shorts were really short and nearly painted on.

Yusuke stalled for a moment in the door way, shocked --and more than a little aroused by Hiei’s appearance. Yusuke could only stand there, his jaw flapping in the wind, until his brain caught up. When it did, he stepped inside, offering a Hiei small brown box. It was empty, just a prop.

“I’ve got a special delivery for you.” Yusuke delivered his lines with all the dramatic believability of an amateur porn star.

“My, what a lovely package,” Hiei said slightly raising his voice in a feminine falsetto. He took box out of Yusuke’s hands and tossed it out of the way. He pressed his palm against Yusuke‘s chest, sliding them down over his stomach and finally coming to rest, cupping the place where Yusuke bulged obscenely under the tight pants. Hiei cooed again, “Yes, a very nice package, indeed.”

Yusuke groaned as Hiei fondled his trapped arousal, which, by the way Hiei hadn’t taken his eyes off of since he opened the door. Also ever since Hiei had opened that door, Yusuke hadn’t taken his eyes off of Hiei’s pouting pink lips. Yusuke dipped down to taste those lips, first caressing the top lip, then nibbling at the lower. Hiei made an appetitive sound and brought his hands up to work at removing Yusuke’s shirt.

Panting, Hiei broke from Yusuke to speak as he caressed the boy’s chest. “My my, you are strong, but I bet those muscles do get tired after lifting boxes all day long. Why don‘t you let me give you a massage?”

“Uh, hum, mn,” was Yusuke’s intelligent response.

They settled onto the couch as Hiei pushed the material of Yusuke’s shirt off of his shoulders. Then he retrieved a bottle of oil he knew would be hidden under a throw pillow. He poured the liquid into his palm and then proceeded to rub it over Yusuke’s shoulders, down his back, then his arms, his chest, and down his stomach. Yusuke gasped and groaned as Hiei’s skilled fingers worked at his knotted muscles. Each place that Hiei touched seem to come alive with wondrous heat. Yusuke couldn’t be sure if it was the fire demon using his talents on him or if was just because Hiei was touching him. In any case, Yusuke as practically melting in his hands.

Hiei grinned when he reached the boy’s waistband, “I’m sure this muscle needs some attention too.”

“Oh, yes,” Yusuke sighed. He could already feel the heat welling between his legs, even before Hiei started to peel away his pants.

Yusuke‘s arousal sprung into view, bright, thick and dripping precum. It was obvious that that the boy needed no farther teasing. Hiei poured more of the cool oil into his hands and applied it generously to Yusuke’s twitching member. Yusuke moaned, trusting his hips into Hiei’s hand, but Hiei’s hand had already left him. Hiei Had moved on to grease Yusuke’s hips and legs. Hiei would have loved to had kept stroking Yusuke’s cock-- he would loved to have stroked him until he screamed and his essence coated over his hand-- but it would have been a shame if the game ended before all the player’s had arrived.

On that note, Hiei suddenly cried out, “Oh no my husbands home!”

Right on cue the front door opened and in stepped Kurama as the very epitome of the white collar worker, in his brown trousers with soft pink shirt, creamy yellow necktie, brief case in hand, and an; “Honey I’m home!”

Kurama walked, dropped his briefcase, and looked from Yusuke to Hiei with only mild surprise written on his face. He cocked his head as he addressed his ‘wife,’ “Another one, darling?” If it had been a soap opera, this is where they would have clued the dramatic organ music.

Hiei smiled as he traced a finger over Yusuke‘s slick abdomen, and said “He’s pretty. Do you like him?”

Kurama’s eyes lingered over Hiei for a moment. He took it all in the dress, the wig, the make up. No matter how many times he saw it, Hiei in drag always stirred mixed feelings of arousal and amusement in the fox. Those happened to the two things foxes liked most to be; aroused and amused. Kurama’s gaze shifted to sweep over Yusuke. The boy’s hard, naked boy was tanned and beautifully displayed with oil shining on his skin. Yusuke’s lips were pink. Hiei’s lipstick had rubbed off on him; the best part of that was that Yusuke probably had no idea it was on him. Yes, Kurama was a very happy fox indeed.

“Oh, yes, I like him.” Kurama couldn’t disguise the hunger in his voice when he answered. In a few short seconds Kurama had stripped himself of all his clothes. He pounced on the naked boy. Yusuke’s cry of surprise was a genuine one; he had not expected the fox to be this forward. Usually Kurama liked to play games, build the suspense and slowly seduce his partner. Not this time apparently, Kurama immediately molded his body to Yusuke’s, as he captured his pink stained lips. Kurama guided his full member between the oil slicked orbs of Yusuke’s ass and prodded at his entrance. Yusuke’s entrance was still good and pliant from when Kurama had been fiddling around with him while Hiei was applying his damn make-up. Also Hiei had made sure to dribble plenty of oil down there. So, Kurama was in Yusuke in a moment. Yusuke cried out and tensed at the sudden intrusion, but soon relaxed as Kurama started to gently sway his hips.

While all this was happening, Hiei had stood patiently to the side watching, and rubbing at front of his skirt. But, Hiei’s patience doesn’t go far. With a throaty growl, Hiei mounted Yusuke’s chest, he fumbled with the hem of his dress, lifting it up to show Yusuke his dripping manhood. He knew Yusuke loved it when he did that. Just Hiei had anticipated, Yusuke grabbed his hips and pulled them forward so that he could capture the teasing arousal with his mouth.

Hiei forgot all about the pitch of his voice and moaned, “Ohhhh, Yusuke, damn it you‘re so good at sucking me.”

Kurama leaned forward, between Yusuke’s spread legs, to nibble at Hiei’s neck. When Hiei gasped in surprise, it wasn’t because of Kurama’s nibbling. The fox glanced down to see Yusuke’s hand moving under Hiei’s skirt. Kurama could make a few educated guess on what it was going on under there, judging by the way the fire apparition mewed and wiggled. Kurama stopped moving in Yusuke, causing the boy to give up a protesting whine.

“This thing has to go,” Kurama stated as he worked fastenings on Hiei’s dress. He explained, “Don’t get me wrong, it’s a cute outfit-- and you can wear it as often as you like. I’d enjoy that as a matter of fact. But right now it’s obscuring the view, so it’s got to go.”

“Fine, take it off of me. Just start fucking him again, please!” Hiei burst out, “Damn it Yusuke you suck so good, when you‘re being fucked!”

With permission given, Kurama lifted the dress up and off over Hiei’s head. The collar snagged on the purple wig, taking it with the dress as it was discarded. Now without cloths in the way, it was clear to see why Hiei was so up in arms. Yusuke was enthusiastically sucking at his cock while trusting two fingers up the small demon’s ass.

Kurama moaned beholding the site. He kissed Hiei’s shoulder muttering, “And you where going to let that go unrecorded, tsk tsk.” Then he resumed thrusting inside of Yusuke, though not so gentle as before. His movements rocked Yusuke’s entire body and continuously threatened Hiei’s balance. The result of which for Hiei, was an erratic and uncontrollable pace. Where he wobbled to and fro, first almost falling dick first down Yusuke’s throat, only to be jerked back onto the boy’s questing fingers. Yusuke was in heaven, being filled at both ends like a gluttonous slut. And Kurama, he would contest that he had the best view in the house where he was seated deep in Yusuke’s hot body.

All three of them were on edge now, they couldn’t last long. Kurama reached down and his hand worked feverously at Yusuke’s length. The boy’s reaction could almost have been considered a purr. Hiei was he first to go, throwing his head back and crying out obscenities. Seconds letter Yusuke fell off, moaning around Hiei’s still twitching member. Then Kurama spilled his seed with a gasp and a shiver.

Then there was silence, silence marred only by the soft panting of the three demons. Kurama got his head together just enough to seek out the remote control for the camcorder and stop the recording, only then did he allow his conscious to dissolve into a post-coital stupor. Hiei withdrew himself from Yusuke’s mouth, his soft phallus made an audible pop as it slid past he boy’s lips. He rolled to one side, leaning over Yusuke he petted the boy’s cheek and made sure he was alright. Of course Yusuke was more than alright. He smiled at the concerned demon, laid a hand on his cheek and drew him in for a soft kiss. No sooner than he drew back from Hiei, did Yusuke find his lips occupied once again, this time by the red head.

Yusuke, suddenly feeling sleepy, laid his head back. His jaw and his ass were both pleasantly sore. He had two warm bodies on either side of him, four hands lazily tracing his body, some spiky hair tickling his ear as Hiei nuzzled his neck, and a few locks of silky red hair sweeping across him as Kurama nuzzled his chest. All and all Yusuke Urameshi could not be more contented-- well there was on thing to blemish his bliss. That thing flared up as the other two found each other over his chest and shared a lingering affectionate kiss. It reminded Yusuke that Hiei and Kurama were mates, and he wasn’t a part of that. Not that Yusuke felt excluded, or unwanted, or anything. If they didn’t want him around he sure as hell wouldn’t be here with their man juice dripping out of him. No, his issues were not their fault, was it joyously? Or maybe it was just longing to have something like what they had. It was a petty thing and he knew it.

That aside, Yusuke turned to Hiei asking, “So you going to deliver this thing to Koenma?”

“And more importantly are you going to blow him again while he watches it?” Kurama added with a mischievous chuckle.

“And even more importantly,” Yusuke smirked, “can we watch?”

Hiei snorted and muttered something about being surrounded by smart-assed perverts. And before one of said smart-ass could point of the hypocrisy of his statement, Hiei answered, “Yes, I’ll take it to him, but I wasn‘t planning on leaving the human realm until the end of the week. You don‘t mind hanging onto the tape until then do you?”

Yusuke shrugged, “Nah, that’s cool. Hey, I’ll have a chance to preview it; make sure the camera got my good side.”

“Oh you mean this side?” Kurama laughed as he pinched Yusuke on the behind.

Yusuke yelped, grabbing the redhead and tossing him underneath him. Kurama shifted his weight, flipping Yusuke back on his back. Grunting and laughing, their scuffing quickly degraded into a wresting match. It wasn‘t foreplay wresting either, just two young men mulling each other around like little boys. It was all very innocent, save for the two were buck naked and still reeked of their resent sexual encounter. They continued to tousle with each other until the noticed Hiei’s laugher. They looked up to see the apparition was holding the video camera and the little red light was on, indicating that the device was recording.

“What are you doing?” Yusuke squawked.

“Getting bonus material,” Hiei deadpan answered.

Yusuke and Kurama looked at one and other than at once shouted, “Get him!” They sprung at the apparition and chased him around the apartment. Thus the evening went the three laughing, playing, and canoodling, and overall enjoying their arrangement. Which was for the best, because soon everything about their arrangement would be disrupted and it started with that unmarked videotape.

TBC…

A/N: Cue Smile Bomb…. Wow wee! Yusuke, Kurama, and Hiei are getting along nicely. And even Koenma’s getting a little loven. It seems every things sooth sailing for the boys, but like the sea, fan-fiction is a cruel mistress. I don’t want to give too much away but, be sure to read the next episode of The Sixth Unmarked Videotape!