The Fourth Unmarked Videotape

The Fourth Unmarked Videotape by. Boysluvcraft
Continued….

Yusuke took his weekly date with Keiko early in the day. It was a 10:30 brunch date. It was business as usual, no highlights and no complaints. It was his idea to have an early date. He wanted to be free for the plans that had been set for later that day. What exactly those plans were…. well Hiei and Kurama were the masterminds, but he sure as hell didn’t want to miss them.

Yusuke stopped in at the store to pick up a few groceries. He was going to make the four of them dinner; blackened chicken in white sauce, with some fresh steamed vegetables and warm Italian bread. For desert he got a carton of vanilla ice cream, a bottle of caramel for himself, and a jar of cherry topping for Hiei and Kurama. After that he headed over to the station to pick up the fox. Kurama had just stepped off the train when Yusuke arrived. The red head was carrying a bulging duffle bag over his shoulder.

“Gee, you think you got enough stuff?” Yusuke slandered over to him.

“You think you got enough food?” Kurama pointed to the large grocery sacks.

“Hey, you guy’s have done so much for me, I thought the least I could do was cook dinner.” Yusuke defended, “Besides I need a lot of ingredients if there’s going to be four of us.”

“If being the operative word,” Kurama said dolefully.

“You don’t think he’s gonna show?” Yusuke queried. “Hiei said he agreed to it.”

“I don’t doubt that he did,” Kurama told him, “But that was right after he watched the tape and after… what ever it was Hiei did to him-- and I know he did something. You should have seen that smug look on his face. Anyhow, Koenma’s had a week to think about it, a week to change his mind.”

“Oh,” Yusuke looked at the ground.

“Did you have your heart set on it?” Kurama probed.

“It’s not like that,” Yusuke muttered, “If he doesn’t show, I still got you guys. But, ya know, I’d like it if he did.”

“Confidentially Yusuke,” Kurama laid a hand on the boy’s shoulder, “There a part of me that hopes Koenma will come to us.”

Yusuke nodded, “By the way, do you know when Three Eyes is due for arrival?”

Kurama shrugged, “He didn‘t say.”

“So he’s probably waiting at my place with a major hard on,” Yusuke quipped.

Kurama chuckled, “Probably.”

Hiei was waiting for them. Yusuke and Kurama walked in to find him sprawled out on the couch. He gave them his best come-here-and-let-me-fuck-you look; which was pretty effective. Kurama dropped his bag and immediately gravitated toward Hiei. They murmured their greetings between kisses. Yusuke watched them as he set the groceries down in the kitchenette. It was cute how they acted like they hadn’t seen each other for an eternity. Though, Yusuke would never tell them that aloud. What? Two of the most dangerous demons in the three worlds are acting like love-sick puppies? Surly, you are mistaken sir! Yusuke smiled to himself as he started doing some advanced preparations for dinner. Meanwhile the two canoodled on the couch. A knock came at the door.

“I told you he’d be here,” Hiei gloated from the couch.

Yusuke hustled over to the door, wiping his hands on a dish rag. He opened it to find a very nervous Koenma standing outside. He looked every bit the prince he was, wearing a blue suit with a cream shirt. The “Jr.” mark on his forehead was covered by a purple bandana. He was, apparently, trying to blend in while in human world, and to that affect, his pacifier was no were in sight.

“Hey there sexy,” Yusuke drawled.

“Um, hi Yusuke,” Koenma blushed and glanced around as if he were looking for an escape route.

“Coming in?” Yusuke gave him one last chance to back out.

Koenma shook himself and followed Yusuke into the apartment. He looked around. Hiei and Kurama where sitting on the couch together. Everything seemed normal. There were no whips or chains in sight, and no one was dressed up like and S&M Queen. If someone were to walk in at that moment, all they would see was four guys in a room, not a scandalous tryst in the making. When he made eye contact with Hiei, the small demon gave him an all knowing smirk that sent shivers down Koenma’s spine.

Yusuke came up behind Koenma, slipping his arms around the prince’s slender waist. He could see how nervous Koenma was about all of this. Yusuke pressed his chest against his back as a comforting gesture. Yusuke’s presence was a comfort. It was risky for a prince like himself to be involved with such an encounter, but the subtle heat at his back reminded him of whom he was with. Kurama, Hiei, and Yusuke; there was once a time when he had gambled his life on those three, literally.

“So what now?” Koenma glanced over his shoulder at the demon behind him.

“Now we go into the bedroom,” Yusuke said a-matter-of-factly. “You ready?”

Koenma nodded and Yusuke smiled real big. Yusuke took him by the hands, and lead him into the bedroom. Hiei and Kurama followed. Kurama snatched up his big bag on the way. Once in the bedroom, Kurama tossed Yusuke a gesture and a wink. Yusuke knew what the meant.

“Say Koenma how’s about we catch a bath first,” Yusuke tugged on the demigods hand, “I’m sure you could use a bit of relaxation after your trip.”

Koenma could tell there was something up, but in all likelihood he’d enjoy it. So he allowed Yusuke to lead him into the bathroom. Yusuke’s apartment may have been modestly sized, but the bath was big enough for two people to fit in it. It was one of the main reasons why Yusuke picked this particular apartment. Yusuke liked to stretch out in the bath; he never actually thought he’d have two people in the thing at once.

Yusuke flipped on the hot water and then quickly removed his shirt so that he wouldn’t miss a moment of Koenma undressing. Koenma took off his jacket, laying over the counter and then preceded to unbutton his shirt. He parted the material to revel his smooth chest. Yusuke moved forward, his eyes fixed on the prince’s flesh like it were the most curious thing he’d ever seen. He attentively grazed his fingers over the soft skin. They both shuttered at the sensation. Yusuke ran his hands up over Koenma’s shoulders and chased the material down his supple arms, till the shirt fell to the floor.

Koenma’s hands were doing an exploration of their own, over Yusuke’s muscled back and shoulders. Yusuke followed the smooth muscles from Koenma’s shoulder, up his neck to thread in his silky golden-brown locks. He tugged the prince’s head down and captured his lips. Their first kiss was tentative as the two tested and felt each other out. Koenma swiped the tip of his tongue over Yusuke’s lower lip, but did not press for entrance. They separated for only a split second before reuniting; this time with a little more certainly and a lot more passion. Yusuke voiced his pleasure with a deep chesty growl. Yusuke knotted his fingers in Koenma‘s hair, meanwhile their other three hands made short work of unfastening and pushing down their trousers. Koenma gasped as his hot flesh came into contact with Yusuke‘s. Yusuke groaned and tightened his grip on the prince, pressing them even closer.

All of the sudden, Yusuke stepped back, breathing heavily and trying to reign in his hormones. He had planned to make this experience as pleasurable for Koenma as possible-- and that plan didn’t involve a quick bang on the bathroom floor! And at this rate that is where times where heading. It was time or a diversion.

“Come on,” Yusuke stepped into the tub and sank down, “Let me wash your back.”

He spread his knees apart, offering Koenma the space between. With no farther hesitation, Koenma settled down with his back to Yusuke. Yusuke brought his hands down on Koenma’s shoulders, where he kneaded and massaged the tense muscles.

“A lot of stress at work, huh?” Yusuke flirted.

“You do remember where I work, don’t you?” Koenma frowned.

“Yeah, I guess the stress thing is a given then,” Yusuke laughed, “Sorry.”

“Well it could be worse,” Koenma shrugged starting to relax. “The ferry pilots, like Botan, have it a lot worse. They’re always on the go, sometimes it can get flustering or even dangerous when spirits don’t cooperate, no one is ever happy to see them….”

“And her boss is a toddler,” Yusuke put in.

“Yes, her boss is a-- HEY!” Koenma twisted half around to glare at the boy.

“Ha ha, calm down sexy, I just messing around with ya.” Yusuke laughed. “If I thought of you as a little kid would I do this?” He ran the flat of his tongue up one side of his neck and over his ear.

Koenma huffed, but couldn’t stay mad-- not while Yusuke was doing that. He returned to his original position and relaxed. Once again Yusuke snaked his arms around the prince’s mid-section and pulled him flush against his chest. Koenma sighed and allowed the demon to cradle him. Yusuke lightly moved his hands along Koenma’s chest and stomach, farther relaxing the prince. Yusuke dipped his head to nibble gently at other’s graceful neck Koenma turned his head to the side so that Yusuke could have better access.

“Water’s getting cold,” Yusuke husked, “We should get out before we catch cold.” The water’s practically boiling and they were a demon and a demigod. They were not going to catch colds!

“You don’t fool me Yusuke Urameshi,” Koenma pointed, “You’re just trying to get me into that bedroom.”

“You don’t want to be in my bedroom?” Yusuke mock-pouted.

Koenma stepped out of the bathtub; the dipping water shimmered over his pale body. He glanced over one elegant shoulder, and said in a voice so sexy Youko would be jealous of it, “I didn’t say that, now did I?”

Hot Dog! Yusuke cheered in his mind as he followed the other boy out of the bath.

There was a reason why Kurama wanted Yusuke and Koenma to take a bath and it wasn’t because they smelled bad. Koenma and Yusuke now saw the reason. The bedroom they stepped into looked nothing like the one they’d left. For most part it was because of the warm amber lighting. The affect was done easily by hanging a couple of scarves over the lamps and lighting a few candles. After that they’d exchanged his regular cotton sheets for the special silk ones. And they somehow had rigged up some kind of free standing canopy. All the materials were shades of red or orange with a few scraps of yellow and few thin white furs for contrast.

For along minute the freshly bathed men just gawked at and struggled to soak in the décor marvel before them. Although that marvel paled in compare to the one that was reclining on the bed. Hiei wearing nothing but a pair of silky red harem pants that hung loosely on is hips, yet showed every curve and line of his lower body. The small demon sensuously rose from the bed and strolled over to where the two where standing. He never took his eyes off of Koenma’s wet nearly nude form.

“He’s pretty,” Hiei absently stated as he passed the prince in question. He handed Yusuke an elaborately embroidered robe, it was also red.

Koenma blushed at the ‘pretty’ comment. Then he became aware of something else in the room-- or rather the lack of someone in the room. He asked, “Where’d Kurama go?”
“Oh he’ll be along,” Hiei coyly said, “After you’ve gotten ready, that is.”

“What do I have do?” Koenma asked.

To which Hiei darted out his hand and snatched Koenma’s towel out from around his waist. Then he took hold of the prince’s hand; a mischievous grin told Yusuke to do the same. And together they pulled Koenma down onto the bed. Hiei retrieved the bottle of oil off the nightstand, poured a generous amount into his hand, and then passed it to Yusuke who did the same. Then both of them undertook the task of methodically rubbing the oil over every inch of Koenma’s skin. Koenma groaned and relaxed as his body grew warmer and the scent of cherry’s filled the air.

Hiei began to whistle a low and sultry tune. This was a signal for the one waiting outside. Slowly the bedroom door creaked open, the bright light from the hall flooded into the room a tall, thin silhouette stepped into the light, but it was taller and thinner, than they had expected. It was not the redhead they had anticipated. Two vulpine ears flicked in the light as the lean body listed against the doorframe.

“Yo-Youko?” Koenma stuttered. If he had his pacifier in his mouth at the time, he would have dropped it. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought you could use some entertainment,” Youko’s deep tenor rang out. He was clearly enjoying the prince’s shock.

Hiei leaned over and whispered to the other two on the bed, “He doesn’t let Youko out very often. You’re in for a treat.”

“The treat is all mine,” Youko’s keen eyes had picked up on Hiei’s words, “Didn’t you know? I’ve always harbored the secret desire to seduce royalty.”

Youko wasn’t wearing his typical white tunic, like his two cohorts he wore red silk. But his attire was merely a thin wrap around his lower half, leaving his lean muscled torso and one creamy thigh exposed. He crossed the room and tapped the play button on the CD player that was ever-so cleverly hidden under a red scarf. A soft beat filled the air. Youko started swaying his hips to that beat. As the rhythm swelled, Youko’s body moved into a serpentine dance. Youko was powerful, lissome, sexy, hypnotic…but the words alone were inadequate to describe Youko’s dance. He spun on his heel, as he came around he shifted his weight so that he came to rest on his hands and knee’s at the foot of the bed. With his silvery tail swaying behind him, Youko crawled up the bed toward the eagerly awaiting three.

“Youko…” Hiei breathed. His desire for the fox burned so intensely, it threatened to set the whole bed on fire. He restrained himself, though; Koenma was the guest of honor today.

Youko approached Koenma’s left foot, bent down and dragged his soft tongue over the sole of the prince’s foot. Koenma jumped at the tickling sensation. Youko chuckled at the response and proceeded on to lick his ankle and up his calf.

“Hmm, cherry. That’s my favorite flavor,” Youko idly noted-- as though he wasn’t the one to bring the flavored oil in the first place.

Youko savored the exotic blend of cherries and Koenma as he passed the knee and continued up the now trembling thigh. Hiei sampled the flavor for himself as be began tormenting Koenma’s chest with is teeth and his tongue. Yusuke, who was not so fond of cherries, had gravitated once again to the prince’s soft lips. Abruptly Koenma pulled back from the kiss with a gasp. A quick glance south told Yusuke the reason; Youko had finally found the prince’s cock, and was currently sucking it deep into his throat.

“Ohh!” Koenma moaned loudly.

His hips thrust forward of their own accord. Youko made no effort to stop him. He relaxed his throat and took the prince’s enthusiastic blows. Koenma desperately needed to something-- anything to take the edge off the fantastic pleasure the fox was giving him. He grasped Yusuke by the back of his head and pulled him back to resume their kiss, but now it was harder and more demanding. Koenma’s actions broke the last of Yusuke’s restraint.

“Hiei…” Yusuke gasped his plead between feral kisses.

It was all Yusuke had to say. Over the months of fooling around, Hiei had learned how to determine Yusuke’s desires by his tone alone. He abandoned the nipple, which he had been laving attention on, to move around to the other side of the bed. Oil in hand, he came within reach of Yusuke’s silk clad rear and lifted the material. Yusuke raised his ass to give Hiei better access. Hiei poured a generous amount of the fluid onto his fingers. He inserted two fingers into Yusuke’s entrance at once. Gentleness be damned, he knew Yusuke needed it now. Hiei pulled his fingers away, when satisfied that the boy was well prepped. Just then a mischievous mood fell on him. He grasped Yusuke’s wiggling ass and buried his face between the two firm globes.

“Ah, damn you Hiei!” Yusuke cried out in anguish as the fire demon flicked his pert little tongue over his twitching hole.

Hiei delved the fleshy organ into Yusuke, making the boy whine. Yusuke liked it, but he wanted more. Hiei continued to dart the clever appendage into the boy until he was ready to come unglued. Koenma, he noted, was in a similar state form Youko’s skillful oral ministrations.

Hiei tapped Youko on the shoulder and chided him, “Let Yusuke have his prince.”

Youko backed away from the dripping member he had paid so much devotion to. Yusuke did not require farther prompting. He swung one leg over the prince’s mid-section, lined himself up, and swiftly impaled himself onto Koenma’s stiff rod. Koenma’s eyes rolled back in his head due to the shock of so suddenly being enveloped in the other boy’s tight heat. The two spectators thought for a moment that the prince had fainted, but the rhythmic twitching of his hips told otherwise. Yusuke passed over the option to wait and adjust to having a cock inside of him. With a growl, he began to rock his body. In no time the two where huffing and growling in a frenzy of aggressive lovemaking.

Youko was enjoying the show when a slight weight settled on his lap.

“Kurama…” Hiei’s hot breath carried the wanting groan into his sensitive ear.

The fox could also gauge his lover’s desires from their tone. They threw off coverings and then embraced each other. Hiei allowed Youko to gently lower him onto the soft sheets. As he reclined, he spread his legs for Youko, who naturally accepted the space. Youko took him, and their bodies melded and moved together as if they were two parts to the same machine. In time Hiei came with a soft cry. Youko followed soon after, and then melted back into his red headed state.

“Kurama…” Hiei panted softly.

The fox pulled back just far enough to look the other in the eyes. There was painted with satisfaction, contentment and something else the fox couldn’t quite identify. Inches away, twin howls rung out, signaling the other couple’s completion and breaking the reverie that had befallen entwined demons. Kurama and Hiei looked in that direction. They saw Yusuke slumping over Koenma’s limp form. After a few moments Yusuke had gathered his strength enough roll off the prince. Kurama and Hiei started to chuckle.

“What?” Yusuke asked through his post-coital haze, which caused the other two to break out into full laughter.

“Oh my,” Koenma said.

Yusuke looked down at Koenma, who was counting the numerous love bites on his chest and neck.

“Oops, Guess I got a little carried away,” Yusuke stretched the back of his head.

“You’re not the only one,” Kurama pointed.

Yusuke looked down at his own body; he was sporting half dozen hickeys himself. Yusuke groaned and flopped down on the bed.

“Man, I’m gonna be sore for days,” He paused and turned toward Koenma, “You were awesome by the way.”

Koenma blushed and asked somewhat coyly, “Does that mean I’m invited to come back sometime?”

“On one condition,” Yusuke told him, “You gotta eat my cooking.”

Koenma blinked and slowly a smile spread over his features, “Deal.”

They shook hands on it; a ridiculously formal gesture, considering what had just conspired between them. Meanwhile the two other demons watched this exchange. Hiei snorted, but without malice. He absently leaned against his fox, whom in turn folded his arms around Hiei and kissed him on top of the head. The four of them spent the rest of the afternoon talking, playing, or just laying in bed together, until Yusuke decided he needed to get dinner started.

On his way out the bedroom door, he peered back his friend and thought about how strange things had become to be between them. It was a good strange. Though there were still many questions swarming about his brain, there were no doubts. Their friendships were founded on faith and affection; two things a man like Yusuke Urameshi could never doubt.
Then another thought occurred to him; Yusuke had gotten ice cream for dessert, but he didn’t know what kind of toppings Koenma liked. I could always make him a Banana Split Sundae, his wicked mind provided. I hope Kurama brought the banana!

END
A/N: A big’o thank you to all of those who’ve stayed with me. And thank you for all the nifty reviews. A lot of you said you like my style of writing, funny story:

One day my Art History instructor called me to her office to talk to me about my weekly review papers. She said-- and I quote, “Your work is insightful, entertaining, and an outright joy to read. THAT’S BAD! An art historian’s work must sober, dry, and just painful to read.” I never quite got the knack for it… yeah, I didn’t really have a point. Quick play me off Sam! Dumdumdum Do Dum.