The Unmarked Videotape

The Unmarked Videotape By: boysluvcraft

Yusuke was running late for his weekly date with Keiko. Yusuke rushed out the front door of his house and hopped over the railing, while buttoning the last buttons on his shirt. It was funny, for years this had been his morning routine before school. He liked it at the time, he got to sleep in and get plenty of exercise on the way to school. Yusuke had been out of school for years now, but somehow he always reverted back to this routine.

As he ran down the street, Yusuke became aware of a little tingle in his psychic peripherals. He stopped in his tracks.

“Okay, you got my attention now,” Yusuke yelled at the trees, “You can come out, Hiei.”

True to the summons, Hiei dropped out of a nearby tree and landed in a crouch in front of Yusuke. The spiky haired demon rose ever so slowly. Yusuke rolled his eyes a little thinking about how this supposed reserved demon just loved to make a mellow dramatic entrance. Then again, Hiei’s always been a bit of a walking paradox.

It’s one of those things that make him so cute. Yusuke thought. He could have kicked himself, then. Did he just think of Hiei as cute? I meant cute like a puppy or a teddy bear, Yusuke told himself, not cute as in, cute ’n sexy. Ah! Why’d I think the word ‘sexy’?

“What?!” Yusuke snapped at Hiei, whom has done nothing but stare blankly at Yusuke for the past few moments.

With out a word Hiei reached inside his cloak and produced a video tape. He held it out for Yusuke to take.

“Haven’t I seen this episode before?” Yusuke muttered to himself. Years ago, Hiei had delivered a video tape to him; it was an assignment from his job as Spirit Detective. The situation today was almost identical as it was on that day, except Yusuke isn’t a detective anymore. So, why the tape?

“This isn’t an assignment from Koenma or something, is it?” Yusuke asked as he took the tape, but as soon as he did Hiei’s form flickered and vanished without answer.

There was no label on the thing. It wasn’t ticking, so it’s wasn’t a bomb. Yusuke shrugged and slipped the thing into his jacket, he’d just have to watch it latter. For now he was late for his weekly date with Keiko.

His date with Keiko went about how it always did. Meaning, Keiko had good time, but he was bored to tears. But, she never noticed, and he never complained. And at the end of the night he got a dry, close mouthed kiss and a lonely walk home.

Yusuke was feeling a little more flustered than usual that night, so he pulled out his secret box’o porn, thinking he’d feel better if he rubbed one out before going to bed. That’s when he remembered the tape Hiei had delivered. Putting thoughts of self release aside he put the tape into the machine. In the back of his mind he was swearing that if Koenma popped up on the screen, he’d walk to Reikei and shove the thing up his nose. Yusuke plopped down on his bed and pressed play.

Koenma did not pop up on the screen, but what did appear was baffling. It was footage of a very Spartan room, all Yusuke could see in the room was a small wooden round table, with a little vase of flowers on it, and a chair sitting in a grey little corner. Actually it looked more like a set from a play than a real room.

Then there was clicking sound, it wasn’t the VCR malfunctioning, it was on the tape. It sounded like high heels on a wood floor. In a moment Yusuke found out it was high heels on a wood floor, and what’s more, Hiei was wearing them! But the footwear was the least of the costume. Hiei was wearing French maid’s outfit! It had a low cut top that laced up the front, and a short, short frilly skirt. He wore lace gloves, a lace headdress, a black chocker around his pale neck, and a lacy garter on his left thigh, oh and of course, the high heels. The Hiei on the TV bent over just a little to dust the chair, causing the short frilly skirt to ride up to reveal just a peek of his pretty little round ass. He was wearing no underwear.

Yusuke’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as his thoughts raced faster than they ever had before. What the hell is this? Why is Hiei wearing a sexy maid’s costume? Why did he record a tape of himself wearing a sexy maid’s costume? Why did he give me a tape of him wearing a sexy maid’s costume? And more importantly, why do I think he looks sexy wearing a sexy maid’s costume?!

The answer to the last was obvious; because Hiei was sexy. The way the black silk complemented his pale skin, and the way those high heals pushed up the muscles on his gorgeous legs was just plain sexy. Hiei peered over his shoulder, looking right at the camera with a coy smile, as if he knew Yusuke is watching him, and he loved it.

Yusuke felt his long neglected cock twitch at sight before him. He tried to ignore it, the way he ignored the fact that he could-- and should-- turn the tape off.

On the TV Hiei righted himself, and took a few fake-timid steps forward. He fingered the hem of his skirts. As slowly and dramatically as only Hiei can manage, he lifted his skirt revealing new erotic dreams inch by lovely alabaster inch. Until finally, he revealed his proud dripping manhood where it stood out from a neat little nest of black curls. Staring through lowered lashes, Hiei licked lips as if to ask, “You want?”

He moved one hand down to caress the needy cock. It jumped at his touch. He ran his glove covered palm over the underside of the shaft and shivered at the sensation of rough lace on delicate skin. After a few tortures passes with his palm, he grasped his member and ran his thumb in circles over the head causing a nice pearl of precum to well up. He swiped his thumb through it and smeared it over the throbbing head. The sensations from the texture of the lace were intensified tenfold by the moisture. Hiei’s breath hitched with each swipe.

Yusuke was only vaguely aware that he was panting, too. And his own hand was absently rubbing the bulge in his suddenly too-tight jeans as he unblinkingly watched the Hiei on the TV.

Hiei stopped his movements and reluctantly released his needy member. He dragged out the chair and sat down with his knees together, like a fine young lady. Quite a trick, considering the raging erection that was lurking beneath those skirts. Teasingly, he fiddled with ties on his top, before tugging the ribbon untied. He parted the material, exposing his toned chest. Using those gloved hands, he touched his own neck; he slid them slowly over his collar, down his chest and across his stomach, then back up to rest on his perky pink nipples. Then he alternated between pinching and rubbing his own nipples until they turned red from the rough treatment. All the while he squirmed in his seat. His hands were desperately needed elsewhere.

He took one hand away from his chest and lifted his skirts, arranging it so that it doesn’t impede the view on his lower half-- which was now much fuller and dripping wet. He picked up the discarded, but apparently not forgotten feather duster and flitted the very tips of feathers over the tip of his penis. He moaned at the barely-there touch. He continued those sweeping motions up and down his cock inciting small gasps and shivers. Seemly unconsciously, he spread his legs to allow the feathers access to his sensitive balls.

Hiei’s movements were starting to get and desperate. His hips jerked upward into the feathers seeking farther friction, but the duster could give none. While the duster teased his lower half, he used his teeth to peel away one of his lace gloves. He grasped his length with his ungloved hand and started tugging earnestly. Hiei suddenly tore the teasing feathers away from his cock and paced to wooden handle of the duster against his lips. His pert little tongue darted out to lick the tip suggestively. Then he slid the wood into his mouth and sucked on it.

Yusuke was completely transfixed by the sight. It was surreal. Hiei’s angelic face was flushed with passion. His lips were swollen and wet as he feverishly licked at the thick wood duster handle.

While Hiei gave the feather duster a blow job, he slid down in the chair so his hind end barely rested on the edge. He spread his legs even farther apart of his showing off his sweet little pucker therein. He gathered a generous dollop of precum with his ungloved hand and smeared it over his hole, where he rubbed it in tiny tantalizing circles. The muscles visibly relaxed and his body was open and welcoming to the two fingers that he pushed in at once. Without pause he started thrusting them in and out, twisting them, and scissoring them.

Yusuke’s face was burning hot. He could swear steam was rolling off his eyeballs. He needed to blink, but he was mesmerized by Hiei’s fingers as they appeared and disappeared into his body. Yusuke held his breath as Hiei removed the duster from mouth and positioned it near his entrance. He isn’t going to?

Hiei slowly pushed the thick wooden handle into himself. As he did so, he arched his back and groaned. Yusuke groaned with him, as he pressed his palm firmly on his own trapped erection.

Hiei fucked himself with the wood handle while furiously rubbing his weeping erection. With one last thrust, he arched his back and released with a garbled cry. His madly throbbing cock gushed cum, making a mess of his skirts and most defiantly ruining the duster.

Slack jawed Yusuke scrambled for the remote, every heterosexual fiber in his body screaming “turn it off!” however late. But then there was something else that demanded he watch it again. That something was his fully aroused dick. Yusuke found himself rewinding the mad cassette. He pulled off his tee-shirt; it was getting way too hot in his room. Then he freed his erection and pressed play.

Yusuke pleasured himself as he watched Hiei pleasure himself on the tape. Yusuke was panting and moaning, and just plain man handling himself. This had to be the best jack off he’d ever had. He almost didn’t notice the sound of the window clicking shut behind him. Almost.

A smirking Hiei stood in the middle of his bedroom. He was not wearing a sexy maid’s costume. His glaze was honed in on Yusuke’s hand gripping his full, ready to explode, cock.

“Hiei…” Yusuke didn’t know what to say. He was embarrassed, but he was also so friggen horny!

Yusuke didn’t need to say anything, his needs were quite clear. Hiei crawled up onto the bed, placed a hand on either side of Yusuke’s burning hot face, and kissed him. Hiei kissed him deep and hard. Yusuke opened his mouth to him without even being asked. Hiei’s hot tongue played over teeth and trickled roof of his mouth. It was forceful, it was demanding. Yusuke had never been kissed like this before. God, he loved it!

After the kiss broke, Yusuke panted, “What would you do if I didn’t go for it?”

“Kill you,” Hiei answered tersely, “or erase your memory. I hadn’t decided.”

He stood and then stripped in front of Yusuke as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Following Hiei’s lead, Yusuke wriggled the rest of the way out of his pants. Hiei slid back into the bed to straddle Yusuke’s thighs. Yusuke marveled at silken feeling of Hiei’s skin against his own . Wanting more of the sensation, Yusuke smoothed his hands over Hiei’s chest and back.

Oh, wow, Yusuke thought, I can’t believe I’m doing this-- and with a guy! And with Hiei of all people!

Hiei pressed closer, forcing their bodies to rub together. Almost reflexively Yusuke grabbed Hiei’s ass and massaged the twin globes.

“Can you do that to me?” Yusuke sound a little unsure of his request, like he wasn’t sure he should be making it.

Yusuke’s hoarse whisper caught Hiei off. Hiei followed the others gaze to the TV set, where there was an image of himself pleasuring himself with the wooden handle of a feather duster. What did Yusuke just say? “Can you do that to me?” Yusuke wanted Hiei to….

The fire demon gave the other boy a smile that could get a girl pregnant. “I thought you’d never ask,” he said.

He pushed Yusuke down flat on his back and moved down his body, kissing his stomach and running his tongue over the junction between hip and thigh. Hiei only had to lightly touch the boy’s knees and Yusuke obediently opened his legs. And why wouldn’t he? He asked for this, did he not? Hiei carefully coated fingers in spit. He placed first digit at Yusuke’s virgin entrance, massaging the orifice until he cold easily slip the digit inside. It felt a little strange to Yusuke, but he didn’t feel any discomfort-- until Hiei added a second finger. When Hiei saw Yusuke wince, he went to work stroking Yusuke’s cock, but not too much. He didn’t want Yusuke going off before the main event. When Yusuke relaxed again he added a third digit, just to be sure well prepared for what was to come. Yusuke was squirming and moaning, and basically enjoying the intrusion. Hiei removed the fingers. Yusuke almost protested, until he felt something larger push against his opening. Hiei filled him in one smooth thrust.

“Ahhhhh!” Yusuke cried out as a burning pain shot up his back.

“Shhh,” Hiei whispered to him, “Just relax, it’ll feel better soon.” His hand came back to work at Yusuke’s cock, in attempt to distract from the pain.

That was another surprise right there, Yusuke had no idea Hiei could be so sweet and gentle. Then again when has he ever seen Hiei in a situation like this?

“You ready?” Hiei whispered in his ear.

The pain was fading fast, leaving behind only a pleasurable full feeling. Yusuke nodded and readied himself for whatever was to come. Carefully, Hiei pulled out until just the head was still inside Yusuke, and then he thrust himself back in. Yusuke groaned as Hiei filled him again. It hurt, but not as much as the initial penetration. Hiei repeated the action, this time there was barely any pain, and soon there was no pain at all.

“Feel good?” Hiei grunted the question between thrusts.

“Ah, more…” Yusuke squirmed under Hiei.

“As you wish,” Hiei pushed Yusuke’s knees up to his chest, lifting the boys hips, and drove into him with renewed force.

If Yusuke thought it was good before, this was friggen bliss! Each thrust hit a spot inside that sent sparks of lighting pleasure straight to Yusuke’s brain. Yusuke felt heat pooling up in pit of his stomach and his balls tighten. God, he needed to come! He reached down and started stoking his own dick in time with Hiei’s trusts.

Yusuke’s orgasm spilled out of him in a rush of moans and curses. Hiei soon followed, releasing himself deep inside of Yusuke. After some time, trying to get his breathing together, Hiei withdrew from the Yusuke, rolled over to one side, and watched the other boy with something that resembled patience.

Once more Yusuke’s brain was plagued by unaccustomed activity, however muddled it may have been. In the end it all boiled down to one question.

“Why?” Yusuke asked breathlessly.

“Because I wanted you,” Hiei told him.

Somehow it was enough of a reason, and Yusuke accepted it. Then he wanted to know, “You think your ever gonna want me again?”

“No, I will never want you again,” Hiei told him definitely, and then he added with a leer, “I will have you!”

“Oh…” Yusuke didn’t know what to say to that-- he was happy-- he just didn’t know what to say.

Hiei, quite satisfied with himself stretched out on Yusuke’s bed, yawned, and let his eyes drift shut. Before he drifted of f he muttered, “Always thought you were a hot piece-- I’m not the only one, either.”

“What?” Yusuke caught it. “Hiei? Damn it, Hiei what hell does that mean?!” But, Hiei was already in a coma-like sleep.

A week had passed since Hiei had surprised Yusuke with a night he’d never forget. It was Saturday again, the night he was supposed to have his obligatory weekly date with Keiko, but she called him early in the morning to tell him she couldn’t make it. So, instead he had lunch with his old pal Kurama.

Kurama was about to leave. “Oh yes, I almost forgot,” he said digging around in his bag. He produced a plain unmarked video tape and set it on the table in front of Yusuke. “This is your next assignment.”

END?

A/N: My first PWP story! You know, you think it would be easier to write a story without a plot, opposed to one with a plot, but it isn’t. I left this one open for a sequel, I love sequels. Though I don’t know what I’ll do yet…. Anyway, hope you liked it. Leave some reviews, and if anyone has any suggestions for a sequel let’s hear them, your dreams may come true!