The Black Tape *edited*

The Black Tape
cienne


Wide, ruby eyes stared at the screen. The pale face was illuminated beautifully by the television’s eerie bluish light. But what made Kurama lick his lips was the way the elfin koorime let out a small gasp of surprise as he watched himself on the screen.

“W-where…?” Hiei could not form the question. He was frozen by what he was seeing. This was the black tape the fox had wanted to show him!?

Kurama smiled. “I was researching in Koenma’s library. Didn’t think I’d find anything of this sort, really. Fascinating, isn’t it?”

The Hiei on the screen was also pale and lovely. But the difference he was to the Hiei watching him was that he had dark, blush-dusted, creamy cheeks, wet lips parted in a blissful sigh, and a pink tongue that darted in and out to tease.

“Mmm… delicious, Hiei,” Kurama murmured, turning green eyes to the fire demon across him.

The ruby eyes continued to stare at the screen, mesmerized. The same ruby eyes stared back at him from the television, smiling evilly. An alluring temptress on black silk. The camera focused on one pink nipple. A mouth closed over it, wetting and kissing until it darkened into a beautiful rose.

Hiei gasped again. Then the ruby eyes blazed in sudden anger. The koorime unsheathed his sword and proceeded to dice the VCR where the cursed black tape was playing from.

Silence came as the machine sparked and fizzled in its death.

Kurama sighed. “That’s a bit too harsh, Hiei.”

The burning eyes rounded on Kurama. “Kisama…!” he raged, sword poised to murder. Those moments…! They had been private and treasured. Cheapened and spoiled by Kurama’s meddling. “I’ll kill you…”

Kurama shook his head, amused. “I don’t think so, Hiei.”

Hiei growled and sprang forward, pushing the redhead on the floor and aiming his sword at Kurama’s throat for the kill. The determined look in the fox’s eyes stopped him.

“I have copies, Hiei,” he said with deadly silence. “Kill me and all the three worlds will know.”

The koorime’s eyes narrowed, and he pushed off Kurama with a snarl.

The redhead was smiling again, dusting himself off as he stood up. “Really, Hiei, it’s not so bad. You could make a living doing that…”

“What do you want?” Hiei cut-off, his ki emanating from him in waves.

Kurama didn’t answer as he walked towards the television set. He opened a small cabinet where another VCR was, connected the cables to the television set and hit the PLAY button. The redhead heard Hiei hiss as the tape began playing. This time, Hiei was spread open on a bed of red silk. Candlelight made the pale skin creamy and flawless. The koorime’s cheeks and lips were fiery red and the tiny hole between Hiei’s legs dripped semen on the beddings.

“This is my favorite, you know…” Kurama murmured.

Hiei turned away in disgust. “What do you want?” he repeated.

Kurama hummed and sat on his bed, still watching. The Hiei on screen was actually giggling as a turgid penis came into view, pushing inside him, and strong hands grabbed the back of his knees, spreading him wider.

The redhead nodded in approval and licked his lips as the on screen Hiei’s eyes went hazy with passion, and his small hands began playing with his own reddened nipples.

“Sit down, Hiei.” Kurama patted the space beside him.

The fire demon growled at him but sat down, farther than where Kurama wanted him. The redhead gave a quiet chuckle and scooted closer, his lips on Hiei’s ear. “I can’t believe you let Koenma take videos of you,” he whispered and caught Hiei’s earlobe, nibbling gently.

Hiei pulled away, scowling. “Koenma’s a sick bastard,” he stated, dryly.

Kurama moved closer, his breath warm on Hiei’s neck. “I want what you give him…”

The koorime pulled back, staring at Kurama in shock. He had a feeling that it was leading to this. But to actually hear it from the redhead… the one he actually thought of as a close friend and ally!

The Hiei on screen was grabbing the pillows for dear life as Koenma pounded into him. The godling leaned down, taking a nipple, and then the other into his mouth, making Hiei cry out louder. Then, Hiei pulled Koenma’s head up for a scorching kiss, their tongues darting out to tease each other.

Kurama pulled Hiei closer to his body. Inari, but he was getting really hard just watching. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck your brains out. Too bad Koenma got to you first…”

Hiei stood up with a snarl, his small body shaking in suppressed anger. “What the fuck…?”

“Imagine what Yukina would think once she sees her own brother…” Kurama cut-off, leaning back on bed.

Hiei’s red eyes went wide. Kurama wouldn’t…!

The redhead smiled his I’m-pure-as-driven-snow smile. “Curiosity killed the cat, ne, Hiei? If there was a tape lying around in the temple and there happens to be Kurama-san with a VCR…”

Hiei’s heart was pounding in his ears. If Yukina found out…

“… ‘Will you play it for me, Kurama-san?’ Yukina would say.” Kurama continued. “And, of course, being the kind friend that I am, I would let Yukina use my VCR…”

… He’d die if his sister found out. The horror on her face… it would kill him.

“…’What are they doing, Kurama-san?’” Kurama sing-sang. “'Why, it appears that they are fornicating, my dear Yukina. In other words, fucking. Each. Others. Brains. Out.’"

“Enough!” Hiei hissed, glaring at Kurama. He flushed as the on screen Hiei’s voice started screaming for Koenma to fuck him harder. The redhead’s eyebrow rose as Hiei started undressing.

“What are you doing?” Kurama asked innocently.

Hiei snarled at him. “Isn’t this what you want?”

Kurama smiled. “Of course, love. But let’s not be hasty. Come here.”

The fire demon hesitated, suspicion in his eyes as Kurama opened his arms for him. After a few heartbeats, the koorime climbed up the bed and into Kurama’s arms.

The redhead arranged him so that Hiei was sitting on Kurama’s lap and watching the television. He squirmed as he felt Kurama’s hardness digging on the soft flesh of his ass.

“Isn’t this more comfortable, mmm?” Kurama asked in a whisper, his teeth nibbling the koorime’s earlobe again.

There was silence as they watched the television. This time, Hiei was wearing a lacy garter belt. The koorime’s hands were tied to the headboard with silk ropes. Koenma was between Hiei’s spread legs, brandishing a leather whip. What made the situation weird was that Hiei’s stomach seemed to be distended.

Kurama was slowly undressing the fire demon as he watched. “So it’s true, then…” he whispered, pulling off Hiei’s black pants. “That child, Kohei, that Enma is grooming to be next in line to Koenma, is actually a love child between you and the godling.”

Hiei froze and Kurama removed his shirt with a flourish. “Aha! No underwear,” Kurama cheered. “Were you planning to go see Koenma after meeting with me?”

The fire demon was still in shock that Kurama was able to discover their secret.

The redhead sighed at Hiei’s lack of cooperation and hugged him close. “Your secret’s safe with me… as long as you follow my rules, of course.”

Hiei sagged against him. “Don’t tell Yukina.”

Kurama smiled as Hiei finally surrendered to him. True, the koorime had a tough shell to break, but when he discovered the tapes, he knew that Hiei would yield. You just have to know how to push his buttons. He often wondered how Koenma managed to seduce the koorime. From the amount of tapes he had, plus the fact that they had a five-year-old child, it seemed that their trysts had begun right after the team was formed, maybe even earlier than that. And Kurama wanted to know all the details from Hiei, himself.

“Undress me, koi…” Kurama ordered, sweetly, and Hiei complied, turning to face Kurama, straddling him as he unbuttoned the redhead’s shirt.

“Is he a good lay?” Kurama wanted to know from Hiei himself.

The koorime flushed but nodded. The redhead shrugged off his shirt and, balancing Hiei on his lap, removed his pants.

The fire demon averted his gaze. “No underwear…” he muttered.

Kurama smiled, happily. “Why, of course, Hiei-chan. I was waiting for you.”

Hiei shook his head. “You’re as bad as Koenma.”

The redhead chuckled, turning Hiei around again to watch the television. Koenma had the on-screen Hiei on his hands and knees, pounding him into the mattress. Hiei was biting his lower lip, traces of semen already on his face. Koenma stopped suddenly and asked Hiei something inaudible. Hiei nodded, and Koenma began moving again, gently now. Kurama guessed he was worried about the baby in Hiei’s womb.

Kurama asked the koorime on his lap, and Hiei nodded.

“He wanted the baby, too?”

Hiei nodded, smiling at the memory of an ecstatic Koenma as he received news of Hiei’s pregnancy. There had been an arrangement for matrimony but…

“Enma was against it, huh?” Kurama asked.

Hiei sighed, nodded. His heart ached as he remembered how Enma had him locked up in one of their castle’s rooms for weeks before he was to give birth. But all the loneliness, the despair and the misery were gone as he finally saw Kohei’s tiny face.

Koenma had wished for twins. Seeing Kohei made him change his mind. The child looked exactly like him. Aside from the red eyes and pale skin, Kohei was a baby Koenma. Enma had been joyous. Koenma tried to speak to his father regarding their marriage, again, but Enma had been furious.

“That bastard.” Kurama hissed. “It’d be great once Koenma gets the throne.”

Hiei nodded, sagely, but remained silent.

The scene on the tape changed again. This time, Hiei, stomach still swollen, was lying on a bed of white silk. He was wearing what looked like a light blue maternity dress, bunched up at the waist so that it revealed his nakedness. Koenma was gently sucking on Hiei’s cock, lapping and licking. The godling’s fingers were busy stretching Hiei’s hole. Hiei’s entrance was already wet with lubricant and semen.

Hiei bit his lip at the memories. Koenma had been so gentle with him, so kind and accommodating. Even when Enma had forbidden their meeting, Koenma had defied his father. In exchange, Hiei was not allowed to see Kohei any longer. Koenma wished for another child but Hiei was too stressed to be able to conceive again.

Kurama spread Hiei’s legs and his fingers traced the pink hole. Hiei shivered and tensed.

“Sshh, relax…” Kurama cooed. Hiei took a deep breath and did as he was told. It wouldn’t be too hard. Kurama would keep quiet if he allowed this. Koenma and he would be able to have another child again. Enma would die and Kohei would be theirs again.

Kurama kissed Hiei’s temple. “That’s right, Hiei-koi. It’s not that hard at all…”

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Author’s Notes: Thank you for reviewing. I really appreciate it. The fic is still scattered and all. The plot is still developing in my head. I hope you liked how it’s going so far.

Thanks to Boss-chan (aka DarkLight) for beta-ing. Yeah, Boss. Damn Enma! Argh!!!