The Sixth Unmarked Videotape

The Sixth Unmarked Videotape by; boysluvcraft
part2…

It had been two days since the night Yusuke, Kurama, and Hiei had made their little film in Yusuke’s apartment. Of course the man who now stood in said apartment had no idea what had transpired there. Kazuma Kuwabara, formal rival, now long time friend of Yusuke, stood in the hall in Yusuke‘s apartment. He and Yusuke made plans to have met that day at the latter’s apartment. From there they would be boarding a train so they could go visit Genkai and Yukina, and maybe do a little sparring while they where there. Unfortunately, but not surprisingly, Yusuke was late.

Kuwabara had let himself into the apartment with the spare key Yusuke had given him. There were about six people who had spare keys to Yusuke’s apartment; apparently Yusuke was as good at keeping track of his keys as he was at keeping track of the time. In any case, it was freezing outside and Kuwabara knew Yusuke wouldn’t mind him coming inside. Inside Kuwabara stepped out of his shoes and tried to shake the cold out of his limbs. Just as the circulation was returning to his limbs, his cell phone rang, the caller ID indicated the call was from Yusuke.

“Hey, Kuwabara,” Yusuke’s chipper voice came through the phone, “where are you at right now?”

“I’m where I’m supposed to be, your place,” Kuwabara gave his agitated answer. “Where the heck are you?”

“Yeah about that,” Kuwabara could almost see the boy casually scratching the back of his head, “I kinda missed the train, but the next one will be here in five minutes, so I’ll be there in, what um, forty five minutes.”

“What, you’re going to make me what for you for forty five minutes?” Kuwabara groused.

“On come, the train to Grandma’s don’t leave for another two hours, we’ll be fine,” Yusuke pished. “There’s some soda and sandwich stuff in my fridge, just relax and help your self.”

“Urameshi, you…”

“Opps trains here gotta go. See you in a few.” Yusuke hung up.

Kuwabara breathed a sigh of resignation, he’d have no choice but to sit and wait. He took a soda from the fridge and sat down in front of Yusuke’s TV. A quick flip through the channels told him there was nothing good on, so he decided to see what kind of movies Yusuke had. His DVD collection was pretty limited; a few marshal arts movies that Kuwabara had already seen, a handful of B-comedies, a boxed set of the Evil Dead Trilogy, which Kuwabara found ironic, and a copy of Mama Mia!, which Kuwabara found disturbing. That’s when he noticed the videotape sitting on top of the out dated VCR. He picked it up examining it. It had no label. Kuwabara assumed it to be something Yusuke had recorded off of TV.

“Well whatever,” Kuwabara shrugged and popped it in.

The player started its winding noise as it played the tape and the image formed on the screen. Kuwabara could already see the low quality of the tape, like a home movie taken on a camcorder. But that wasn’t what caught his attention. It was the girl on the screen. She wore a green dress and her hair was either dyed purple or she was wearing a wig. In any case, she was cute-- and oddly familiar-- with a petite frame and a pretty face. She had a cute little mouth that she’d painted pink and her eyes were so adorably large, it was hard to discern their color from the recording, but they looked almost red. Yukina was first in Kuwabara‘s heart, nothing was going to change that, but damn if this girl couldn’t be a close second!

Then Kuwabara blinked and muttered to himself, “Damn what the hell is this?”

The girl was prancing about the room-- it was this room, the very room Kuwabara was sitting in, Yusuke’s living room! Then a knock came at the door on the video. The girl answered it. It was Yusuke! He was acting like some delivery boy. Then the girl pulled him into the apartment. She started feeling him up, petting his partially exposed chest and grasping at his erection that bulged obscenely in his too short, too tight pants.

“What the hell is this?!” Kuwabara shrieked this time. His mind raced to make logic of what he was seeing. Wasn’t Yusuke supposed to be with Keiko? Yes, he was. They’d just went out on a date last Saturday. What he hell was he doing with his purple haired tart? Cheating that’s what! I mean it’s hard to blame him she’s real cute and all, but…

Now the girl was rubbing oil all over Yusuke’s body and Kuwabara was seeing way more of Yusuke than he ever wanted to. He couldn’t find the remote. He was panicking and flying to turn it off at the machine. Then, the girl cried out “Oh no my husbands home!” The words stopped Kuwabara in his tracks. He hadn’t been paying much attention when she had spoke before, but now he picked up on something strange in her voice, it sounded fake-- and oddly familiar. But that’s not what stopped him; it was what she said, “My husbands home.” Meaning someone else was about to enter the scene.

Kuwabara’s eyes dropped back to screen to face another shock, he gasped, “KURAMA?!”

His red haired friend was on the screen in the middle of the taboo. Kuwabara couldn’t believe it. Not only did Kurama know about this affair, but he was participating! Kurama was advancing on the two, taking off his clothes. Kuwabara thought he knew what was going to happen next, he thought the two of them were going to team up on the girl, take turns with her or maybe take her both at once. He was wrong. The girl backed away and Kurama threw himself on Yusuke’s oiled, naked body. Kurama’s full arousal prodded between Yusuke’s butt cheeks and then disappeared as he forced it up into the boy’s body. Yusuke threw his head back and cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, “Oh, Kurama YES!”

Kuwabara’s finger, half extended to stop the tape, fell limp to his side, like wise his legs lost all strength and he crumpled to the floor. “Wha-what the hell…”

Before he could finish his aimless inquiry, the girl that Kuwabara thought was cute, straddled Yusuke’s chest and lifted her skirt.

“AHH, THOSE AREN’T GIRL PARTS!” Kuwabara shrieked as he saw the ‘girl’s’ swollen dripping erection. And he cringed as Yusuke greedily took those parts into his mouth. He needed to shut this thing off; he didn’t need to see this. He didn’t want to see this. But he couldn’t will his limbs into action. Until the Kurama on the screen stopped to strip the ‘girl’. The dress and the wig came off to reveal what Kuwabara should have been able to figure out by now, but was unwilling to accept. The cute girl was in reality Hiei!

That last shock as enough to kick his system back into gear. He dove for the VCR, but before he could switch it off the image on the screen burned into his retina. Kurama ruthlessly pounding himself into Yusuke’s ass as Hiei was fucking his mouth, while Yusuke, in turn, fucked Hiei with his fingers. Click. The screen went black. At that same moment the front door swung open and Yusuke’s cheerful voice rang in the air, “Hey Kuwabara I’m here, let’s get this show on the road!”

In the next second, Yusuke found him laid out spread eagle on the floor with a sore jaw were Kuwabara had punched him. Yusuke sat up rubbing his sore jaw, “Gez Kuwabara, I didn’t think I left you waiting that long.”

“This ain’t about you being late,” Kuwabara bellowed. He dropped a videotape in Yusuke’s lap.

Yusuke recognized it at once and paled, “You watched it?”

“I didn’t know what it was,” Kuwabara said defensively, “but, yeah I saw what was on it. Urameshi, how could you?!”

“I-I don’t know,” Yusuke cradled his head in his hands, “It just kinda happened… but damn it Kuwabara what were you doing going through my stuff!”

“You left it out!”

“I did?”

“It was on top of the VCR.”

“Oh,” Yusuke’s head fell back into his palms, “Hiei’s gonna kill me.”

Kuwabara snorted, “Yeah, we’ll take about it on the way.”

“On the way?”

“We still got to go to Genkai’s, she’s expecting us. And real men keep their appointments.” Kuwabara led the way to the station were they would board what would probably be the longest two hour train ride ever known.

They sat in their seats, tensely watching the scenery go whizzing by outside the window. They hadn’t said a word to each other since they left Yusuke’s apartment. Kuwabara spoke. “So, you’re, like, gay or something?”

“No-I-I no.” Yusuke stammered.

“Really? Cause what was on that tape looked pretty gay to me.” Kuwabara crossed his arms. Then he continued in a softer tone, “It’s alright, ya know.”

Yusuke’s eyes shot up from where they had been fixated on the floor to look Kuwabara straight in the face. “What?”

“I guess I’m saying that I’m cool with it. Just wish I didn’t have to find out like THAT. I mean, dang it Urameshi, I don’t even like Hiei and now I know what shorty’s orgasm face looks like!” Kuwabara shuttered-- a thing which tickled Yusuke’s sense of humor. “Hey, quit laughing! That image is gonna haunt me for the rest of my days!”

“Yeah, but he was cute in that dress right?” Yusuke grinned.

“Well sure, but-- HEY! THAT’S NOT FUNNY!”

“Sorry you’re just too easy.” Yusuke got his mirth under control and continued more seriously, “So, you’re not totally freaked out that I sleep with guys?”

“Not totally, a little maybe, I mean you’re the last guy in the world I would have thought would…be that way.”

“Don’t say it like that. It’s not like I’m attracted to men in general, it’s just them; Hiei and Kurama. I don’t know what it is, it’s like… when I’m with them I feel like everything’s okay,” Yusuke shrugged, “I feel… safe.”

“Urameshi…” Kuwabara stared at him wide eyed, “Are you guys like in love, or something?”

“No,” Yusuke snapped back a little too quickly, “I mean, maybe Hiei and Kurama are-- in love with each other I mean. They’re mated. That’s like demon marriage, but without the vows and the paperwork. I’m just, ya know, there for fun, I guess.”

Kuwabara snorted unconvinced, “So, you’re just fooling around with those two, huh?”

“Yeah,” then Yusuke added bashfully, “and Koenma too, sometimes.”

“WHAT?!!!” Kuwabara’s jaw dropped.

“Yeah, thought I might get that out in the open too since we’re sharing and all,” Yusuke said covering his embarrassment with a sardonic tone.

“So, are you going to tell me he makes you feel all warm and safe too?” Kuwabara couldn’t believe it. “Oh god, you don’t do it with him when he’s a toddler do you?”

“God no! You think I’m some sort of pedophile? Trust me, no! You know, a couple times he’s sifted forms in his sleep and I wake up next to a sleeping baby. I tell you what, that really throws the old morning wood out the window.” Yusuke sneered, “As for your first question, if you must know, that’s also a no. He’s not he same as Hiei and Kurama; it feels different. It’s more of a kinky lust thing that I’m sure you don’t want to hear about.”

“I think I already know too much,” Kuwabara held his spinning head.

“Then why the hell do you keep asking me these stupid ass questions?” Yusuke snapped at him.

Kuwabara snapped back, “Because I’m your friend, and I need to know what’s going on, so I can be there for you when this whole insane mess blows up in your face!”

“Kuwabara…” Yusuke was shocked. This whole time he thought Kuwabara was just trying to be judgmental. But the look on the ginger haired man’s face was one of complete sobriety and determined concern. The subject obviously made him feel unconformable, but he was bearing it because he was worried for his friends’ well-being. Then Yusuke remembered himself, “Nothing’s going to blow up in my face, Kuwabara.”

After that there was a long silence, which Kuwabara inevitably broke. “What about Keiko?” Kuwabara spoke the girls name as if they were on their way to her wake.

“What about her?” Yusuke huffed and adverted his eyes.

“Don’t you love her?”

“I guess.”

“You can’t ‘guess’ you’re in love, Urameshi.”

Yusuke shook his head, “This has nothing to do with her.”

“Really? You think she’ll feel the same way? Her boyfriend is sleeping with three other guys and it has nothing to do with her.” Kuwabara said dryly.

Yusuke stood up abruptly. Kuwabara thought he was going to hit him. But instead, Yusuke turned to walk down the aisle, muttering, “Ass is falling asleep, need to take a walk.”

Yusuke and Kuwabara didn’t speak to each other more than was necessary for the rest of the trip. When Yusuke returned home that evening he was wound tighter than a Swiss watch. He stomped up the stairs to his front door, nearly broke the key in the lock, then he slammed door behind him. Marching into the main room on his way to the kitchen, Yusuke paused to sneer at guest who had made himself at home on the couch.

“Welcome home,” Hiei greeted him dryly. His eyes followed Yusuke as the young man went to the refrigerator, removed a can of beer and downed the thing so fast he could not have possibly tasted it. Yusuke pulled out a second can of beer, opened it and began to drink it, however slower than the first. He went back to the living room and flopped down on the couch beside Hiei. The fire apparition pulled a seductive smile, tracing a nimble finger tip over Yusuke’s jaw line. He had felt and heard the boy’s tension from a block away. Hiei drawled into his ear, “Hard day?”

Yusuke swatted the hand away with a growl, “Damn it Hiei. Is that all you think about? Fuck fuck fuck! Did it ever dawn on you that I might not be the fucking mood?!” Yusuke shook his head. He wasn’t mad at Hiei. He was mad at himself or just pissed off in general. He shouldn’t be taking it out on Hiei. But still he continued spitting his words at the small demon like they were venom, “What the hell are you doing here anyway?”
“I came for the tape,” Hiei stood away from Yusuke.

“In there,” Yusuke pointed to the drawer were he had stashed the video after Kuwabara had thrown it at him. He was far to wrapped up in his own mood to notice that Hiei’s posture had grown rigid. And his tone cold, distant, and impersonal, it was the way Hiei used to speak to him before they became friend, before they grew close. Hiei retrieved the tape.

“What’s wrong Yusuke?” A bit of the frost melted in Hiei’s voice, “Did the hag die or something?”

“Oh screw you!” Yusuke snapped at him, “You got the damn tape, now go fuck with someone else! I want to be left alone.”

“As you wish,” Hiei whispered the words so cold they could have turned the Caribbean into an ice field.

When Hiei was gone the silent emptiness of his apartment crashed down on Yusuke. It pushed down on him with unbearable, yet intangible force. He lifted his beer to his lips, hoping the alcohol would drown the pain welling inside him. All he was rewarded with was a wave of nausea, as the bitter liquid hit his stomach. He dropped the can; the remainder of its contents spilled on the carpet, and would likely leave a stain. While Yusuke rushed to the bathroom to empty his stomach.

At that same time, Hiei was passing through the pseudo-space between the two dimensions of the human world and the spirit realm. He was plenty ticked off too. Of all the nerve Yusuke had to talk to him like that. If he didn’t want to fool around, he should have just said so. He didn’t have go biting his head off over it. It wasn’t really about fooling around. Yusuke came home upset. Hiei knew Yusuke well enough to understand that the boy hides his real feelings behind anger and sarcasm. Hiei wouldn’t admit it, but he was more than a little hurt that Yusuke couldn’t talk to him about it. Hurt, yes and distracted, distracted to the point that he failed to note the threat loomed, until it was too late.

For his credit a lesser demon would not have seen it coming at all in this strange world between the worlds, were energies twist and shift. He did see it. It was trap and he wondered right into it. As soon as he did, it lashed out and engulfed him like a spider’s web of cold, blinding white energy. He was stunned, frozen, as it touched him. And he knew for certain this not meant for lesser demons. Even if he had been paying attention, he may have not been saved.

TBC…
A/N: Teaser time; cue Smile Bomb…. Hiei has been kidnapped and dragged down into the ancient forgotten depths of the demon world. What horrors await Hiei in the pits? Next time on the 6th UV!