Heed these warnings. I will not be responsible for a kind heart suffering.

Warnings:

Incest, Molestation, Angst

This story does pose a purpose and has a meaning. Keep in mind that this plot is rationalized throughout the story.

Daisuke lifted his teary eyes to the man before him, wondering when this figure turned corrupt. He had never been one to be superstitious, not like his mother, but he recalled it was sometime around when Dark first appeared. In fact… It was exactly when Dark appeared.

The name even suggested it: Dark.

The essence of his very being now. Darkness. Insecurity. Oppression.

Just watching, waiting for the man's next move. Crying, attempting to make him see what he's doing. Attempting to show how much pain and grief the man caused, though nothing worked.

And so Daisuke settled with the ritual that plagued his mind day and night. Waiting for the man to leave him be… so he could drown himself in lost memories of a time when he never had a father… And thus never be hurt…

"He's coming home!" Emiko cheered from the mailbox. Daiki looked up from the center table commenting on how loud his daughter could be. But the news was great! Spectacular! After so many years of travel, Kosuke was coming back. Daisuke would have a father.

It was Saint White's day. Daisuke bustled around his school; accomplishing whatever task was handed to him without a single word of complaint. When the time came to bestow the white ribbon to a girl, Dark choose Riku… and Daisuke carried the action out.

Scared and horrified by himself, Daisuke retreated inside his mind

If only I could do that now, he thought solemnly.

He should have seen the signs. Like when he met Kosuke for the first time, after the man had forced a ring on his finger, ultimately driving him from the coveted solitude.

That night, after his mother and grandfather had retired for the night, Kosuke peered into his son's room.

Daisuke could see the man's frame standing at his doorway… staring at him. The light from the hallway prevented seeing his expression, and in turn made it impossible for Kosuke to tell if Daisuke was asleep or awake.

Nearly ten minutes passed without movement until Kosuke sighed and closed the door. Daisuke stared in confusion, however, letting it go, he allowed sleep to grasp him and slowly his consciousness faded.

… …

A loud creak woke him that night. His door had opened a peek. That same manly frame stood in the same position… staring at him. Daisuke, startled, propped himself on his elbow, squinting to see if it was his father. Though who else could it have been?

Once Daisuke sat up, and looked back at the doorway to confront his visitor, the man was gone.

This happened every night following. Kosuke would return two to five times a night, and stay there for however long he wanted. It frightened Daisuke. And when he asked Dark for his opinion, the thief told him his father missed him.

Though with each passing night, each silent visit, Dark began to worry more and more, doubting his own theory. He wouldn't tell his tamer of his worries though, Daisuke had enough of his own, never mind speculations.

Three weeks passed like this. And finally, Daisuke mustered up enough courage to speak to the man about it. He did not know his father very well… and was embarrassed to question his nightly visits… So chose to broach it when they were alone…

Tonight. He decided. Tonight I will ask him why.

That was a big mistake.

When the sun set, and Daisuke lay in his bed, going over the mental script he had prepared, Kosuke entered his room with a box in hand, wrapped up nicely.

Handing it to his son, he said, "Here, Daisuke, something I picked up for you. I'm trying to make up for all the missed holidays." He chuckled quietly and watched as his son unwrapped the gift. Inside a single black ring resided.

"It looks like the one you gave to Dark awhile ago…" Daisuke commented, slipping it on his index finger. Thankfully, he missed the hungry gaze of his father following his hands' movements; transfixed by the small hands groping at the box.

"It holds protective magic in it, that's all." Kosuke responded, crushing one hand in his child's spiky, crimson hair.

"Thanks, dad!"

… …

He was there again.

Through pitch-black, Daisuke could tell his father was watching him.

Though it seemed different this time, something was off.

He did not notice until he turned his light on, preparing to repeat his script to his father, that there was a big difference.

He quickly realized whathad felt off.

Kosuke was not standing straight like normal, he was hunched over against the doorframe, pants open, and fiercely stroking himself. The man did not stop or even falter when his son's light turned on, only continued fondling his hardness. He looked Daisuke straight in the eyes… and climaxed.

The man groaned quietly, softly whispering his son's name. Daisuke stared incredulously. The image of his father masturbating at his doorway etched into his mind; the sweet words cooed while reveling in pleasure played over and over, burning it into his soul forever to be remembered.

Kosuke buttoned his pants and left, much to Daisuke's appreciation. He felt nauseas. That was one thing a son never wanted to see.

Daisuke did not get any sleep and Kosuke did not visit again that night.

… …

The next morning, the family sat at the center table, eating breakfast and chatting quietly. Daisuke could not look his father in the eye- couldn't look at any part of him. What brought him to do that? The boy continued to ponder. There was no reasonable explanation.

"So today papa and I are going shopping in town. I want you two to do some spring cleaning!" Emiko smiled at her son and husband, not realizing the horror she so obviously set up.

"Mom, it's December. Spring isn't for a few months." Daisuke pointed out, causing Emiko to sigh in frustration.

"Alright… Then I want you to clean your room, Daisuke. Your father can help."

… …

"You can just put that in the corner…" Daisuke muttered to Kosuke. Despite refusing his dad's help, Emiko threw a fuss and forced the two to "bond".

Kosuke kept quiet, as usual, and only spoke when he did not know where something went. Daisuke's room was normally clean, however, with the sudden trauma; he could barely focus on one foot in front of the other.

And when Kosuke leaned against the frame of his door, like all the previous nights, Daisuke stood petrified.

"Dai?" the boy snapped back to reality and looked at his father terrified, "Are you okay? You were zoning out a little." Kosuke laughed.

Maybe his mind created all of those nights. This man before him- his father- would never do something like that. No one sane would.

Concluding that everything that had happened for the past few weeks were all a figment of his distorted mind, he confessed, "I'm really tired. I didn't get any sleep last night."

Kosuke turned pale.

Daisuke froze.

Or maybe it was real.

"Daisuke… I- I mean…-" The father began, stuttering at the face of his disturbed child.

"I forgot something downstairs." Daisuke ignored any words his father attempted to construe and bolted for the exit. However, Kosuke shut the door firmly, thwarting his son's escape.

"You are not going anywhere." He spoke slowly, coherently, "Get on your knees."

"No." Daisuke quietly refused, biting his lip in horror.

'Dark?' Daisuke begged yet no answer came.

"He can't help you now."

The boy's eyes widened in shock. Immediately, he fought to get the ring off, but it bit and scraped raw flesh.

"Daisuke…" The man began approaching his son, though the boy backed away, "I need you…"

Daisuke's legs buckled and he fell onto his bed, Kosuke cornered him. "I love you…"

"NO! Get away from me!" The Niwa screamed. However, Kosuke towered over the boy, caressing his face. "Dark! Help me!"

He once again struggled with the ring attached to his finger while the clicking of pants broke his concentration. And suddenly he was pulled off the bed and on his knees with a fully hard arousal in his mouth.

Tears fell from his eyes as his father held the back of his head gently. "If you do it right… I'll take the ring off for you…"

Conceding slightly, Daisuke gagged as the man thrust into his mouth, moaning loudly. He couldn't breathe and the violent way Kosuke handled him only made this a worst problem. "Ah, Daisuke… You're so cramped… and hot…"

Kosuke forced his son's head forward, matching the speed and vigor of his thrusts. Daisuke could feel his throat becoming raw and bloody and cried aloud when a burst of salty fluid spurt on the wounds.

The man let his head fall back in pleasure and released his hold on the red hair. Daisuke fell to the floor, choking and spewing out the white mess.

His father kneeled next to him, placed one finger on the ring, and it fell off. Kosuke put the ring in his pocket and left his son gasping on the floor.

There are only five chapters to this story. They have all been written, so I will be putting them up once a week. I have given fair warnings and will not tolerate flames!

So, review if you want. ;p