The Fourth Unmarked Videotape

The Fourth Unmarked Videotape by. Boysluvcraft
Continued….

True to his word, Hiei left for Spirit World at first light, Sunday morning. Kurama and Yusuke were still fast asleep, curled up in each other’s arms. Hiei almost hesitated to leave. He wanted just a few more minutes to savor the warmth and the closeness, but he would have to go, if he planned to make this trio into a quartet. With the video cassette tape neatly tucked away in his coat, Hiei sought out a desirable portal and set off to see Koenma.

He arrived at the Gates of Judgment, where the godling kept his office. Hiei pressed the page button on the intercom, near the front gates. It made a shrill buzzing sound, which was soon followed by a voice, which was no more appealing.

“Who goes there?” An unintelligent sounding ogre’s voice cracked over the intercom.

“This is Hiei. I’m here to see Koenma,” Hiei curtly told the intercom. “Let me in.”

“Do you have an appointment?” The box squawked back.

“Do you have a death wish?” Hiei hissed.

“I’m sorry but I can’t let you in without an appointment,” the ogre refused.

“If you don’t open this door,” Hiei ground out, “I swear I’ll reach my hand through this infernal box, drag you out here by your--” Just then another voice could be heard through the intercom. Hiei recognized it as belonging to the blue haired ferry girl, Botan.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She exclaimed, “Let him in! My god do you have a death wish!”

Within moments the giant gates parted permitting Hiei passage into the Halls of Judgment. The front gates were the Gates of Judgment and the halls were the Halls of Judgment; Hiei wondered what other kind of judgmental structures were there. Was there a Kitchen of Judgment? Do they have a Linen Closet of Judgment? With any luck he may soon find himself in the Royal Bedchambers of Judgment!

Hiei came to Koenma’s office, and without so much as knocking, pushed the door open. His sudden intuition started the young prince causing him to leap out of his chair and fumble the remote to the big screen on the wall. When the toddler, Koenma regained his hold on the devise, he turned off the TV. He had either been watching a romantic chick-flick or he was spying on a couple of young and in love mortals. Hiei really didn’t care, though he did enjoy frazzling the junior god of death.

“What brings you here, Hiei?” Koenma asked, trying to calm himself down.

Just then, the intercom on his desk crackled and Botan’s urgent voice came through, “Hiei’s on his to your office, sir so you’d better hurry up and change into your teen form. I know how much you hate him seeing you as a toddler, because your afraid he won‘t take you seriously as a man.”

Koenma hurriedly pushed the talk button before Botan could continue, “Yes thank you. Now leave me alone!” Then he turned his attention back to Hiei, who his relief was still wearing a sober face.

“I came to deliver this,” Hiei told him, producing the video and laying it on the desk.

“Is this from King Enki or Mukuro?” Koenma picked the thing up with his chubby baby’s hands.

“No it’s from Yusuke, Kurama, and me. It’s personal,” He told him, “And for your eyes only, got it?”

Koenma nodded somewhat intimidated. Hiei turned swiftly on his heel and left the office, but not the building. Hiei knew he should return to the human world-- he wanted to. His lovers would soon be waking up and he certainly would enjoy their customary good morning blowjobs and cuddle time. However, there was a greater desire brewing in the small demon; the desire to see Koenma’s reaction to the videotape.

Hiei soon found the Toilets of Judgment. He entered one of the stalls, locked the door and pulled his feet up, so that no one could see him. A quick check with his Jagan told him that Koenma had gotten back to work, stamping forms. The hours passed. Hiei waited in the washroom, checking on Koenma now and then. Near lunchtime, Koenma set down his seal and checked the clock. In a poof of smoke he switched to his older form. He removed the videotape from, where he had stashed it in his desk, and transferred it to the breast of his tunic.

On his way out the door he told his right hand ogre, Jorge, “Ogre, I’m taking an hour off. I’ll be having lunch in my room and I want no disturbances, got that? If anyone calls take a message. If anyone comes to see me, tell them to make an appointment. If a hungry monster shows up at the front gates, give it Botan.”

With that he headed for his rooms. Once inside, Koenma locked the doors, he wasn’t sure way he did so; he just had a gut feeling that he needed the door to be locked. He popped the tape into his machine, not sure what to expect. The machine whirled to life and a picture formed on the screen that sent such a shock through Koenma, his pacifier dropped out of his mouth. It was Yusuke and Kurama, but Kurama was dressed like a girl from the 1950’s and Yusuke looked to be naked, and Kurama was on top of him, licking his nude body! A second latter Hiei appeared on the screen and he was dress in an ice cream parlor inform.

Koenma shouldn’t have been surprised that the three demons were in a sexual relationship. They were demons, demons are horny, and these three demons were closer than any he’d ever known of before, so why not? He shouldn’t have been surprised that their lovemaking was so kinky. They were demons and demons are… well you know. It was a wonder that he didn’t already know. Koenma made it a policy to check in on each of them at least once week.

These thoughts were only the slightest hum in his subconscious mind. His conscious mind could only stare wide eyed at the screen. Hiei was giving Yusuke a blowjob. Yusuke was moaning and shivering. Hiei slightly was bent over in front of the camera so that his skirt rose up in back. He was wearing no underwear. Koenma couldn’t decide were to look. Koenma’s pants were getting tight. He reached down, fumbling for the zipper on his pants.

Meanwhile Hiei had been watching from his hiding spot in the men’s restroom. In a flash he was out of the stall, out of the restroom, and down the hall. He may have knocked few ogres down on the way, he couldn’t be sure. He traced Koenma’s energy to his rooms. A little spark of telekinesis was all it took to jimmy the lock.

Koenma jumped when he heard the large oak door close behind him. He nervously turned his head. Hiei was standing in front of the closed door. Without taking his smoldering eyes off of Koenma he re-locked the door. He crossed the room, coming to knell between Koenma’s feet. Koenma opened his mouth to say something, but Hiei silenced him, pressing his finger to his lips.

“Shh,” Hiei hushed.

Hiei’s nimble fingers easily lowered the zipper that had so effectively thwarted the prince. Koenma moaned as his erect member sprung out into the cold air, and then again when it was caressed by Hiei’s warm breath. Hiei lowered his mouth and commenced bobbing his head up and down along Koenma’s needful cock. Koenma bucked his hips reflexively wanting to be deeper into the hot passage that was pleasuring him so, but Hiei was going to do this at his own place. He placed a strong hand on Koenma’s hip, successfully pinning the seething prince in place.

Hiei very calmly and leisurely stroked Koenma’s dick with his tongue and lips. Koenma wanted Hiei to go faster, he wanted to cum-- but what Hiei was doing felt so good, he also never wanted it to end. The action on the television screen caught Koenma’s eye. It was the part were Hiei and Kurama worked in collaboration to clean the whipped cream off of Yusuke and then to bring the boy to completion.

Koenma fumbled for his remote and rewound the last part. He watched intently as Hiei and Kurama lapped at Yusuke’s throbbing flesh. Kurama plucked the cherry off of his quivering tip. But then Hiei swooped in and snatched the thing out from between his lips. This oral battle continued -- with Yusuke’s sensitized cock caught in the crossfire. The cherry switched hands three or four more times before it was forgotten to fall on the floor and the two simply attacked each other’s mouths. A lustful whine reminded them of their original mission. In unison they kissed and nipped up the sides of Yusuke’s cock. They closed in to the tip. Yusuke erupted. Their lips sucked on him, greedily lapping cum off of his still shuttering cock and each other’s faces.

“Oh dear god, Hiei!” Koenma husked as Hiei suddenly deep-throated him.

Koenma hit the button to cause the last few seconds of the tape to play in a loop. Yusuke’s passionate cries rang out in chorus with his own. Hiei swallowed around his cock. Koenma came at once; his orgasm lasted so long, he had to scream four times before it was over. When Koenma quieted, Hiei released him. He found the remote and switched off the TV. He listened for a moment, half expecting to hear urgent foot steps coming to rescue the royal brat who, for all the screaming, must be getting killed. But there were none.

Hiei crawled up the young man’s limp body and placed a soft kiss on Koenma’s lips. Koenma tensed and his temperature rose, just a little. That told Hiei, Koenma could taste himself on his lips. Good. Hiei moved up so he could whisper seductively into the demigod’s ear.

“The three of us are meeting at Yusuke’s on Saturday; may we expect your company?” Hiei asked him.

Koenma responded with a shocked, yet affirmative nod.

“Good boy,” Hiei cooed as he stood and left. Yusuke and Kurama would be eating lunch by now and he didn’t want to miss the mid-afternoon spank.

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TBC
A/N: Silverblaise thanks for the review and the suggestion, I’ll keep it in mind, but for now, I’m leaving Keiko in the dark perimeters of the story. The 4th UV is centered on bringing Koenma into the picture. This story has one more chapter coming, so keep watching. I’ll get it out ASAP.