The Fifth Unmarked Videotape

The Fifth Unmarked Videotape by; boysluvcraft
Honeymoon Extra…

“Talk about your heavenly bodies…” Yusuke smirked to Kurama, who was sprawled out on the beach blanket beside him, enjoying the sunshine, the salty sea breeze, and of course the view as Hiei and Koenma as they cooled themselves in the tides.

Koenma had invited Yusuke, Hiei, and Kurama to the excusive Death Sea Beach Resort in Reikei. He claimed the trip as a celebration of the latter two’s resent mating, a honeymoon of sorts. Though Yusuke thought he just wanted the excuse to go to the beach and see his three companions parading up and down the white sands in just shorts and no shirts, all wet and kissed by the sun.

“You and Koenma have anything planned for the night?” Kurama asked as a matter of small talk.

“Nothing in particular,” Yusuke shrugged, “But we’re sharing a room so, ya know…. Anyway, you and the misses over there got any special plans?”

Kurama told him. “We were thinking of inviting you to our room, but I’m not sure Hiei won’t change him mind after he finds out you’ve been referring to him as ‘the misses.’”

“Hey hey, there’s no reason to bring that up. I was only joking, ya know.” Yusuke waved his hands in the air.

Kurama was laughing at the boy’s antics when Hiei rushed up to the fox and pounced on him. Hiei molded himself to Kurama as kissed him deep and passionately. Kurama, in turn, brought up his hands to grope at his enthusiastic lover. Meanwhile Yusuke sweat-dropped, he was feeling a little awkward next to the pair.

“Calm down Yusuke, it’s the spirit world,” Koenma noticed the young man’s uncomfortable expression as he approached; “it’s not uncommon here to see a mated demon couple showing their affection.”

“I know.” Yusuke looked back and forth, not sure if he was allowed to watch them or not. He just wasn’t used to the PDA thing; he was raised in human world-- and in Japan at that! Then Yusuke purred “Hey, Koenma if that sort of thing is okay here than why don’t we--”

Koenma knew were this was going and cut him off, “I’m the son of King Enma and you’re a demon lord-- Do you want to end up on the cover of the Reikei Inquirer?”

Yusuke had seen a few issues of this publication. It was one of those rags that stalked celebrities to catch their most embarrassing and private moments and make it into a public spectacle. Last month the feature story was about Lord Mukuro’s annual address concerning budgets for the Border Patrol, and how she had a massive booger hanging out her nose the whole time.

Yusuke blinked, “Yeah, maybe you’re right lets save that stuff for the bedroom-- ya know, now that I think of it, CUT IT OUT YOU TWO!” he snapped at the cuddling couple, “You don’t want to become a tabloid couple do you?”

“Ugh, that would be awful,” Koenma shuttered. “They’d follow your every movement and give you one of those obnoxious couple names like ‘Hirama’ or something.”

Both Hiei and Kurama paused as the scenario played through their respective minds. They paled and then put some distance between themselves. All four of them sat there on the beach, utterly silent. The sexual tension in the air was so thick, that if the paparazzi were near by, they could have photographed it.

“Well I think I’ve had enough sun,” Yusuke chiming in, “Who wants to turn in?”

Koenma faked a yawn, “Oh yes, I’m bushed. Yep yep, off to bed for me!”

Hiei and Kurama nodded their agreement and the group headed for the hotel. Their suite had two bedrooms, each with their own respective bathroom, and was separated by a lushly furnished common room. The center of which was a giant horseshoe shaped sofa. Upon entering their suite the group broke off into pairs, Hiei and Kurama started toward their bath as Yusuke and Koenma headed for theirs, determined to wash sea off of them. But then Hiei stalled in the common room. He smiled up at Kurama, “Why don’t we let’s switch it up, foxy.”

This pulled a sly grin from the fox, and the pair separated, Kurama seized a giddy Koenma and headed off to his bath, while Hiei grabbed a bewildered Yusuke and hauled him off to his shower. Hiei flung Yusuke inside, once they got to the bathroom. Hiei stepped inside, locking the door behind him. There was no reason to lock the door; he did it more for the dramatic effect, than anything else. It worked too, Yusuke stiffened and his face flushed when he heard the metal bolt slide home. Hiei stalked toward the reddening boy.

“What’s a matter, Yusuke?” Hiei asked as he lifted the hem of Yusuke’s shirt, caressing his chiseled abs. “You act as if we’ve never been alone together and naked before.”

“W-well, yeah, I guess,” Yusuke stammered, “But ain’t things, ya know, different now-- cause you‘re like married to Kurama now? I‘m just not sure, like, what the rules are now.”

Hiei tilted his head at Yusuke. Then let out a dry chuckle, “Kurama and I are mated, not married.”

“Well, what‘s the difference?” Yusuke asked.

Hiei looked thoughtful, as he shed his clothes. He tried to think of the simplest way to explain it, “I suppose the main difference in the legality of the thing. In a marriage, the relationship has to be legally or socially recognized, whereas a mating only need be sanctioned by those involved.” Hiei moved to assist the boy in removing his own clothing. “As a matter of fact there’s no reason why a mated couple has to stay just a couple-- if you get my drift.”

Yusuke nodded, slack jawed as Hiei pushed him back into the shower. The warm water sheeted over their bodies. Hiei’s explanation, while informative, was hardly helpful. Perhaps Yusuke asked the wrong question. Rather than asking Hiei to define what mating meant, he should have asked what his mating to Kurama meant to them. The difference was like knowing the definition of the word love and knowing what it is like to be in love. On second thought, that sort of thing was mighty personal.

Yusuke let all those troublesome thoughts fade away as Hiei plucked the soap up out of its tray and proceeded to lather it over Yusuke’s chest, arms, and legs. Yusuke trusted Hiei and Kurama too, so he wasn’t going to spend the night worrying about things that they say are okay. Yusuke groaned as Hiei’s soap slick digits massaged his muscles. He brought his arms up to enfold the smaller demon as he dipped his head to find the other’s lips. Yusuke moved his soapy body against Hiei, lathering the other’s skin like a living washcloth. All the while their tongues pushed and pulled, and twined together in a slippery wet battle.

“Holy shit!” Yusuke jerked his head back.

Hiei’s hand had migrated south to grip Yusuke’s excited member. The soap and water aided Hiei’s efforts as his hand blurred up and down Yusuke’s length causing the boy to throw his head back and moan, “Oh… OH…AHHH!”

Yusuke’s hand found a towel bar, which he clutched onto to maintain his balance. Hiei’s other hand was clutching at his ass and his lips were sucking at his nipples. And somehow the fact that he was soaking wet intensified these sensations tenfold. Yusuke shouted Hiei’s name so loud he was sure Koenma and Kurama heard it clear on the other end of the suite. But Yusuke could care less if anyone heard him, because Hiei was stroking him so good and he was coming! Yusuke’s seamen splattered on Hiei’s hip to be automatically rinsed away by the flowing shower. Hiei pressed his shoulder into Yusuke’s slackening body, to make sure he didn’t fall. It only took a moment for Yusuke to find his legs again.

Yusuke looked down on Hiei with smothering eyes. With a few nudges he encouraged he smaller demon to switch places with him, so that Hiei’s back was to the towel bar. Hiei understood why when Yusuke sunk to his knees before him. Hiei griped the rack as Yusuke dipped his head to trace a long slow lick up the inside of his thigh. He started at the left knee and lapped up until his nose was buried Hiei’s lush, dark pubic hair. Yusuke opened his mouth, taking in one Hiei’s balls and gently sucking it. Then he released it and moved to give the same treatment to its twin. After he finished with the second testicle he moved to the right, tonguing the junction between hip and thigh. Yusuke’s mouth glided up over Hiei’s hip to lay a trail of hot kiss across his stomach. Yusuke then dipped his head so that Hiei could just felt Yusuke’s breath on his desperate cock.

Once again Yusuke looked straight into Hiei’s eyes, he found his fiery desire mirrored in those garnet depths. Hiei gently pumped his hips so that the tip of his penis brushed Yusuke’s lips. Yusuke got the message and parted his lips, taking in the ridged member. Hiei moaned and his cock throbbed in Yusuke’s mouth. He needed it and quick, Yusuke sucked him with gusto.

Hiei griped the bar behind him. He gasped, “Oh damn…YUSUKE! Shit you’ve gotten… sooo… good at this! Ah…Ahh… I‘m gonna… oh AHH!”

Meanwhile Koenma was thoroughly enjoying his shower with Kurama. Unlike Yusuke, Koenma already understood how mated demons operate. In essence, Kurama could do whatever with whoever he wants, so long as Hiei was okay with it. Needless to say, as soon as the two made it into the bathroom, they were all over each other, striping off their clothes and huddling into the shower.

“Here, let me wash your hair,” Koenma muttered, turning the fox’s back to him. Koenma momentarily admired the fox’s firm backside as he reached up on the shelf to grab the bottle that rested there. He poured a reasonable amount into his hand and began to lather it into the fox’s red mane.

The scent of the shampoo wafted in the steamy air. “Lavender,” Kurama observed, “This is Yusuke’s shampoo.”

“Uh-huh. My shampoo is milk and honey,” Koenma explained, “I thought his would suit you better.”

“How thoughtful,” Kurama purred as Koenma’s nimble fingers worked the bubbles through his hair. “But you forgot one thing.”

“Oh?”

“Smell in the sense closest tied to association and I associate this smell with Yusuke.”

“And?”

“And it makes me horny,” the fox leered over his shoulder.

“That‘s funny, it does the same thing to me,” Koenma leered right back at him.

Kurama turned once again so his back was to the spray; he tipped his head back, to allow the soap to be rinsed from his hair. Koenma seized the opportunity; he inclined his head and laid down a line of butterfly kisses on the fox’s exposed neck. Koenma moved along the pulsing jugular vein, up to his ear. Koenma pulled the fleshly lobe between his teeth and nibbled at it. Kurama gasped at the sensation. His hands flew to the prince’s hips, pulling his wet body flush with the fox’s. At the same time Koenma twined his arms around Kurama’s shoulders. This was a good thing, because Koenma would need the support when Kurama began to grind his hips against him.

The bathroom was filled with the soft sounds of their panting and their mewing, then, “AHH HIEI!!!” The shout emanated from the other bathroom. It was obviously Yusuke. Koenma and Kurama paused, looking towards the bathroom door.

“What do you suppose he’s doing to him?” Koenma’s inquiry was barely audible over the shower.

“I don’t know,” Kurama shook his wet locks, “but I hope he’ll do it to me.”

“Yeah me too,” Koenma started giggling. Soon Kurama joined him.

A few minutes latter Yusuke’s disembodied cries could be heard again, “Oh… OH…AHHH!”

After that, Koenma and Kurama burst out laughing. Then, they stopped as abruptly as they’d stared. They melted back together, Koenma’s hands sliding over Kurama’s back, and Kurama’s hands down Koenma’s front to grip at his bobbing arousal.

“Ngh,” Koenma whined as he responded in kind by moving his own hand to Kurama’s crouch.

“Oh, that’s good, that’s perfect,” Kurama encouraged Koenma as he started to steady pump his cock. In short time, Kurama tightened his grip and increased his own pace, in hopes that Koenma would follow suit. He did, much to the fox’s delight. Kurama rested his head on the other’s shoulder, continuing to murmur his encouragements, “So good…ahh… yesss….”

Kurama tilted his head, finding Koenma’s soft lips conveniently close and willing to accept him. Kurama dipped his tongue into Koenma’s hot and wet mouth. In a way it felt oddly similar to the feel Koenma’s hand pumping at his wet cock. It was the hot water from the shower that did it, making the princes hand feel like a mouth. If a hand job felt this good, Kurama wondered how good a blow job would feel.

Before he realized it, the words left his mouth in a deep demanding growl, “Suck me.”

Without so much as a blink or an excuse-me-mister, Koenma sunk to his knees and took Kurama into his mouth. Kurama threw his head back and moaned. Koenma bobbed up and down his length, making loud, wet sucking noises. He took the massive length all the way in his mouth and down his throat, humming his delight and driving Kurama wild.

Koenma was moaning a lot for the one giving the blowjob, and they were genuine moans too, not just the ones to induce vibration for Kurama’s pleasure. Kurama looked down to confirm what he already suspected; Koenma had a hold of his own cock and was stroking it in time with his oral ministrations.

Kurama grinned down at him, “You like sucking dick, huh? You like having my big fat cock in your mouth, don’t you princy.”

Koenma responded with a loud affirmative moan around Kurama’s stiff member. He almost caused Kurama to go cross-eyed. Kurama’s hands desperately searched the featureless walls of the shower for something to hold on to. Just when it looked hopeless his palm fell on the solid metal towel rack. He gripped the bar with one hand and the other hand flew to the back of Koenma’s head, knotting in his hair.

“Yes, take it!” Kurama growled, “Suck it off…. I’m gonna… fuck that nasty little mouth of your’s! Uhh!” Kurama came and Koenma gleefully swallowed the result. And he kept sucking at Kurama’s softening phallus until he found his own completion on the shower floor.

Koenma released Kurama, who slid out of his mouth with an audible pop. Koenma sat back on his rear, a dazed smile on his face. Kurama shook his head as he switched off the water, “Satisfied already?”

“Oh I’m sated,” Koenma told him, “but don’t worry, you haven’t completely spoiled my appetite.”

“Good,” Kurama offered him a hand up, “because I think the main course is waiting for us.”

The two strolled out into the common room, which was not looking so common anymore. Yusuke and Hiei had finished with their bathing some time before the other two, so they took the initiative to set things up. First, they came to the conclusion that there were a total of four men involved and it would be best for them to have as much space as possible to maneuver, thus the common room was the best place for their rendezvous. Together Hiei and Yusuke moved the coffee table to the far side of the room, leaving a large open space in front of the sofa. Then they pilfered any and all pillows and blankets they could find in the suite. They spread out blankets and pillows out on the floor where the table had been, with the large sofa ringed all around it, it looked like nothing less than a giant nest.

Yusuke and Hiei where already nestled down in their nest when Kurama and Koenma arrived. Yusuke was on his back, propped up on his elbows, while Hiei was situated between his spread legs, his face buried in Yusuke’s chest, presumably licking at his nipples, if the dark haired boy’s gasping and moaning reactions were of any indication.

“Hey, you guys started without us,” Koenma placed his hands on his hips in fake indignation.

Hiei stopped what he was doing to grin back at the prince, “I was just getting him warmed up for you.”

“Got me warmed up,” Kurama muttered under his breath as he discarded his towel and sunk down onto the bedding.

Kurama was drawn toward Hiei as if from some magnetic force. Hiei lifted himself from Yusuke to receive his mate. They folded their arms around each other and kissed as if they were each trying to devourer the other. And they held each other as tightly as they could, that is with one Yusuke’s legs trapped between them. The owner of said captive leg could only look on in wonder. They looked two souls that had spent a lifetime looking for one and other. And now together, through their bodies they commutated their joy and their longing, their passion and their contentment.

“Man I want that,” Yusuke sighed softy so no one would hear.

Kurama heard him, though he hadn’t understood the meaning. “Don’t worry, Yusuke, we haven’t forgotten about you.” He leaned in to capture the boy’s lips.

Hiei went to work on Yusuke’s neck. The duel pleasure was a little much for Yusuke, he lost his balance on his elbows and toppled to the floor, taking both demons with him so that they landed each sprawled over half of him. They didn’t miss a beat, Kurama straddled Yusuke’s right thigh and began steadily rocking himself against the boy, while Hiei rubbed his growing arousal on Yusuke’s left hip. Yusuke arched his back loving the feel of those two throbbing hot dicks on him and wanting to give them as much pressure as possible. Hiei and Kurama each voiced their appreciation in kind.

During this whole exchange Koenma had neither been forgotten nor idle. Koenma had slipped off to the bedroom to retrieve an essential idem that Yusuke and Hiei had forgotten, namely a bottle of lube. He came back in time to see Yusuke buried under two kinds of sexy. He dropped the aforementioned items where it would be close at hand when they need it, and joined into the demon dog-pile. He crawled up behind Kurama licking at the perfectly sculpted conch of his ear and whispered, “So what’s the plan, Foxy?”

“Ask Hiei,” Kurama moaned against Yusuke’s throat, “he’s the evil mastermind, remember.”

“Uh-huh,” Koenma moved to kiss a trail up Hiei’s spine, when he reached Hiei’s ear, he breathed, “So, what will it be, Dragon-man?”

“Actually,” Hiei smirked against Yusuke’s chest, “I was going to let Yusuke call it this time.”

“Okay,” Koenma nodded and moved to Yusuke, “So, what will it be Yusuke? Who gets what, where?”

“Um…” was the only response Yusuke’s pleasure idled brain could concoct.

Koenma huffed, “Well if someone doesn’t come up with some thing soon, I swear I’m going to line the three of you up, and fuck each you in succession!”

“I for one, would like to see that,” Yusuke giggled. Hiei and Kurama had backed off a bit, allowing his mind to clear. He said, “But I think I’ve got a better idea.”

“Anything you want, Yusuke,” Hiei cooed into his ear.

“I want,” Yusuke’s voice dropped an octave as he spoke, “I want to sit on his dick,” He indicated Koenma. “While I watch the two of you…”

Hiei chuckled, “I see, the naughty boy likes to watch.”

“We already knew that,” Kurama snickered into his palm. Then he traced a finger down Hiei’s chest and belly, “Shall we get started then?”

Hiei caught Kurama’s questing hand in his, brought up to caress the pale knuckles with his lips. The sentiment actually caused the fox to blush a bit. He slumped against the smaller demon, once again brushing lips. Yusuke released a small moan while he watched the other two demons embrace. He was acutely aware of Koenma, where he sat behind him, pouring a good amount of lubrication on his fingers. A slight tap on his thigh was all the encouragement Yusuke needed to lift his hips up in the air so that Koenma could start to prepare him.

Yusuke saw Hiei’s hand strayed to stroke Kurama on the thigh, and then dipped lower still to cup the red head’s rear. Yusuke interjected, “Kurama… um, I want Kurama to seme.”

Hearing this, Hiei faltered for moment, almost breaking his kiss with Kurama, but he recovered quickly and moved his hand back up to caress Kurama’s chest. Meanwhile, Kurama dropped his hand to pet Hiei’s rear. Hiei spread his legs to give Kurama better access. Kurama took advantage of the opportunity to glance his fingers over Hiei’s tight opening. Hiei shuttered with the pleasure that gave him. Kurama smirked, and pressed the smaller demon down onto the covers.

“Is on his back okay Yusuke,” Kurama asked, “or would you rather me take him on his hands and knees?”

“On his back… yes,” Yusuke panted as Koenma added a third finger to the two already inside of him.

Kurama nodded his acknowledgement, “We’d better get this show on the road, Yusuke’s almost ready.” With that he dipped his head down between Hiei’s spread legs and pressed his tongue against the twitching entrance.

“Oh no-oh, not that!” Hiei cried out.

Kurama’s clever tongue was tracing little circles around his anus, causing Hiei to whine and wiggle, unsure if he should try to escape from the delightful torture or not. Then he felt the tongue pushing past the tight ring of muscle, opening him, probing at his inner his depths.

“Damn you!!” Hiei cried out deliriously, “Damn you and your fucking tongue fucking me…”

This earned a laugh from everyone in the room. In Yusuke’s case his “Ha ha” turned into a “Ha ha-ahh!” Koenma chose that very moment to penetrate him. Half inside the boy, Koenma carefully sat back on his thighs, taking Yusuke with him to sit astride his lap. Gravity did the rest, allowing Yusuke to slide inch by glorious inch down the godling’s shaft.

“Fuck!” Yusuke moaned. It wasn’t just an expletive, but an order as well.

Kurama obediently withdrew his tongue for Hiei’s trembling body and promptly replaced it with his dick. His member easily slid into the saliva slicked opening. Hiei wiggled underneath him, telling the fox he didn’t need to, nor did he want to rest. Kurama immediately began to move in and out of him. Hiei clutched at the fox as if he were trying draw him impossibly deeper inside, while he muttered various curses and endearments. Yusuke could see the raw affection that that laced every word, gesture, and glace that transpired between the two mates. It turned him on.

“Toss his leg over your shoulder Kurama,” Yusuke instructed, “no the other one. Yeah, yeah. Oh god, push his other leg up.” This gave position gave Yusuke an unimpeded view of the small demons backside. “Oh baby let me see that dick fucking him,” he groaned as he watched as every inch of Kurama disappear into Hiei and reappear swollen and glistening. “Do him harder Kurama.”

Kurama grinned as he snapped his hips hard enough to lift the smaller demon up so only his shoulders touched the floor. “Hiei?” He gasped for his mate’s approval.

“Ngh, yesss,” Hiei answered with a hiss, “feels soo good!” This position left him completely open and vulnerable. It is possible for a uke to be in control, to dictate the pace and the force-- but not in this position! He had absolutely no leverage. All he could do was relax and let his fox take him. Which he did, scrupulously heaving his hips. Hiei let his head lull to one side as his fists knotted in the sheets and be cried out, “Ahh Kurama! Ahhh…oh Yusuke!!!”

Meanwhile Yusuke was bouncing up and down on Koenma’s cock, moaning out, “Hiei… uhhh Hiei… Kurama yesss…oh!” His movements were frenzied as the demigod stroked him and chewed on the sensitive spots on his neck. Yusuke could feel his orgasm building inside of him, burning like hot lead between his legs. Hiei let out one last anguished cry and came, his own semen splattered onto his passion reddened face. That was it for Yusuke, he reached back grabbing Koenma none to gently by the back of the head and pulled him into a crushing kiss. Yusuke’s cock erupted violently, sending four long spurts of cum arching across the space to splash onto poor Hiei.

The world turned to fuzz as Yusuke’s brain shut down from the sensory overload. He could vaguely hear Kurama’s completion, and he felt Koenma’s. A pleasant smile played on his lips as he prepared to surrender to his sudden drowsiness. Koenma carefully worked his way out of Yusuke and laid the both of them down to sleep. Hiei and Kurama where doing much the same thing.

Then suddenly there was a soft, barely audible noise that would have gone unnoticed had it happened a few moments ago when everyone was moaning and howling. It came from outside, on the balcony. It was like the sound of sand being ground between a shoe and concrete. The sound snapped everyone out of their post-coital haze and into full alertness. Again there was a shuffling on the balcony.

“There’s someone out there!” Kurama exclaimed.

The spy’s cover had been blown. A shriveled little reptile of a demon with camera around its neck darted out of potted ferns and leaped over the railing to escape. The four inside the suite were on their feet. Yusuke rushed out on the balcony-- still naked. He saw the demon fleeing across the beach.

“Spirit Gun!” He took aim and fired. The shot of energy ripped through the air and made contact to the back of the creature’s skull, causing it to summersault twice before coming to rest unconscious, face down on the sand.

In the next instant Hiei appeared beside to Yusuke on the balcony. Hiei was fully dressed. He grunted some comment about Yusuke putting on a show for the whole damn hotel, as he handed the boy a robe. Then Hiei bounded over the balcony’s rail and darted over to the fallen demon. He did a quick once over of the demon’s person, to check if he had any other recording devises. He didn’t. Hiei did find a press badge in his pocket for the Makai Sun, another popular tabloid rag. A reporter; that explains why the freak was spying on them. The scum bag was trying to get his hands on a scandalous story. Well the only thing this guy was going to get now was a headache. Hiei opened his Jagan and thoroughly erased the past few hours from his memory. The paparazzi would be lucky if he knew were he was when he woke up. Finally, Hiei confiscated the camera and went back to the room, where he reported to the others.

“No kidding, the friggen paparazzi?” Yusuke exclaimed.

“So it seems,” Kurama told him with a shrug, “It happens. We are famous, enough to garner some attention in Makai or Reikei. Fortunately, I don’t think we’re so popular that they’d follow us to the human realm.”

“Well that’s a relief,” Yusuke sighed.

“Look at the bright side,” Koenma interjected, holding up the camera Hiei had confiscated, “these pictures will make great souvenirs.”

“Hey that’s right.” Yusuke grinned, “I’ve been meaning to add to my ‘Hirama’ porn collection.”

“Don’t call us that!” Hiei and Kurama sounded as one.

Yusuke and Koenma laughed, Hiei and Kurama soon forgot their indigence and joined in their mirth. They all slept on the floor in the common room that night, because they wanted to be together. Koenma was the last to fall asleep. He looked down on the three demons, Yusuke was sprawled out on his back, Hiei curled up on his left, Kurama’s head resting on his right shoulder. The three of them were practically meant to be together, whether they were fighting, laughing, or loving, Koenma thought as he watched them sleep. It was a perfect picture.

END
A/N: This is really long for an extra, right? So why didn’t I just make this a sequel? I’ll tell you why. Each story in the UV series needs to have an unmarked videotape in it otherwise its not a UV story. So, yeah… I hope everyone enjoyed this extra.