Shame, embarrassment and other intrigues.

Welcome to my all new story!

The story is a crossover between Digimon Adventures and Digimon Tamers. The whole story is in Daisukes point of view. I hope you'll enjoy it.

I'm german so please don't mind mistakes, I'm doing my very best.

Warning: This story contains gay love, offensive language and lemon scenes.

I do not own Digimon, I do not own the characters.

Chapter 1

I opened my eyes. I was laying in my bed, only wearing boxershorts like always. But something was different, I had a headache, it wasn't a normal headache, is this how a hangover feels like? But why would I have a hangover, I only drank one beer yesterday. Or did I drink more?

Still half asleep I walked into the kitchen. What would be good against a hangover? Eggs? Only the idea of eating eggs right now mad me feel like I would have to vomit. I decided that rice would probably the best idea.

With a bowl of rice in my hands I walked into the living room. I was so shocked I wasn't able to hold the bowl anymore, it fell down and broke. There is somebody sitting in the corner. It's a boy, but I never saw him before, now he sits here in my apartment, only wearing boxershort, hiding his face in his arms, crying.

"Who- who are you?" I asked the boy, my voice trembled.

He raised his head and looked at me. His eyes are filled with embarresment, fear and tears.

"I'm.. Henry." He quietly said.

What the hell happened last night? I just remember going bowling with a few friends.

"And what are you doing here? I'm sorry I don't remember anything from last night." I said.

"So do I. I was bowling with my family yesterday, that's all I remember. And then I woke up, in a bed, with you.. in my arms." He answered.

What?! Is he serious?! He can't be! Why would I sleep in a bed with a stranger. Did we..? I can't even think of that, that's just sick! I just stand here without being able to talk.

"That's not it," he began to talk again. "I think we had.. well just look in the trash can."

I made a few steps and already saw it, there's a condom in the trash and.. it's used. I can't stop starring at it. We had.. sex. I had sex with a boy, not only that he's also a stranger. Oh my god I'm not gay! And it seems like he isn't either.

I think he could saw the confusion and shame in my face.

"It hurts, I mean.. my butt hurts." He said.

I looked at him. This is the first time I really tried to see how he looks like. He seems to be at least 2 years younger than me. He has good looking blue hair. Why does he has to be even younger than me? That makes everything even more sick. I'm not gay! And I fucked him and now he's telling me that it hurts. I fucked a little boy, I hurt a little boy. I am so sick! Why didn't he just leave and took the condom with him? He could act like nothing ever happened and I never would have found out.

"Why didn't you just leave? Why didn't you just act like nothing ever happened?" I asked, knowing that my question is selfish.

"I wanted to, I really did. But I couldn't find my clothes." He said.

"I'll borrow you my old clothes, they should be around your size." I offered.

"Thanks, I'm just glad your parents aren't here. That would've been awkward."

My parents, I had a big fight with them and one month ago, only a few days after my 16th birthday I decided to live on my own.

"I live alone here." I said.

"Really? You seem to be not that old. Don't you have to go to school?" Man, that boy's curious.

"I still go to school. My aunt pays for this apartment."

I gave him an old jeans and a dirty shirt. He didn't seem to be happy with that shirt but well what did he expect?

"I feel stupid for saying this, because you probably already now. No one will ever find out about this. If you tell it anybody I'll kill you." I said, trying to intimidate him.

"Of course, does it look like I would want anybody to know about this?"

"Just leave, please. I have a huge headache and much stuff to think about." I said with a rude voice.

He did what he was told to. I closed the door behind him and walked into my room. I layed in my bed, I coulnd't help I started to cry. First I'm having sex with a boy, than that boy is way younger than me, then I know I did hurt him and, because that wasn't enough, I hade to be all rude to him and act like a jerk. It's not only his fault, it's mine, too. Fuck, what if my friends saw me leaving with him? And I can't ask them if they did. I sure know how to fuck things up.


I hope you liked the first chapter. Don't worry the next chapters are going to be way longer, this was just a little introduction.

You might as well give a look at my, already finished, story about Digimon Adventures s/10309501/1/Is-this-wrong-Chapter-1

The whole story is dedicated to Veemon fan683

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