Unintentionally

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Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Digimon.

Warning: This story is rated M for sexual content, violence, rape, alcohol, abuse, language, threesomes, group sex, yaoi, lemons, fantasy violence, and other intense situations. Please read with discretion.

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Chapter One

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"Hikari," Daisuke said, staring into her eyes. There was a sense of urgency in his tone, and it seemed to be accentuated by the frantic beat of the club music that filled the house. "Kiss me."

She stared at him with a wide-eyed expression. Did he just say what I think he said? She thought, growing alarmed. She knew that Daisuke used to like her, back when they were kids. But that crush had died years ago. They were fifteen now, in high school, and pretty content with being just friends. So why was he asking her to kiss him?

"Hurry," he said, dropping his voice and leaning closer, like he was making a move on her. But even as she shrank back, her protests died on her tongue. There was that urgency in his face again. And something else… was it fear?

Maybe it was the music, so loud it thrummed through her body. Maybe it was the mildly spiked punch that she'd been drinking. Or maybe it was just how he looked. Whatever it was that compelled her, Hikari acted immediately. She closed the rest of the distance between their faces and pressed her lips against his.

Then her brain began to scream. What are you doing? It's Daisuke! You don't even like him! What will people say about this? You're compromising yourself! But… but…

But his lips were hot, and soft. And his mouth…

It tastes good…

He was kissing her back, gently working on her lips with irresistible nudges and sucking, until her mouth opened on its own and let his tongue in. The kiss seemed to grow deeper, and her brain began to feel dim and empty. The sensations were so powerful, she hardly cared that breathing had become difficult. When he pulled away, it left her heart thundering in her chest in dissatisfaction. How was he so good at this? And why did he stop?

She looked into his face as if seeing him for the first time. His skin had always had a warm, caramel tan too it, thanks to the amount of time he spent outdoors. And in the dim lighting of the night party, it made him seem dark, warm, and mysterious. He'd recently cut his hair so that it didn't stick out in all directions anymore, and it made the natural red tint to his dark hair seem more appealing. Now that she looked at him more closely, she could see that he had several other features that she liked. His eyes were bright, and set at a nice angle, and his nose was straight and even. She liked the way his jaw connected to his neck, and the small bulge of his adams apple as his neck tapered down to prominent collarbones.

Hikari shuddered once with an odd sensation of attraction. Good God, his collarbones! She thought, wondering why she'd never noticed them before.

But he broke her from her trance before she could lose her head any more than she already had. "Thanks," he murmured, sighing in relief. He kept his face near hers, leaning toward her so that her back was pressed against the couch where they were sitting, as though he intended to look preoccupied with her. "I'm sorry to ask something so random like that, especially since we're just friends, but…" his voice trailed off, and he glanced sideways with a wary expression on his face.

She glanced that way too, catching sight of a small group of people who were slipping out of the main area of the house toward the stairs. They were probably going to the basement, which as everyone at the party knew, meant they intended to have sex. A group? She thought, mildly disgusted. But then another thought hit her. Wait, why is Daisuke worried about them? Just who are those people?

As if sensing her question, Daisuke sighed, hanging his head until their foreheads touched. A blush began to form on his face, and he seemed to not want to show it to anybody else. "It's just," he said quietly, his warm breath wafting into the small of her neck as he spoke, "those guys have been targeting me for a while now."

"Which guys?" Hikari asked, swallowing. She hoped he couldn't hear the sudden increase in her heart rate. We're just friends, seriously. It's just the punch. Daisuke is not that hot. She blinked, studying his face again carefully. Or is he?

He didn't answer at first, so Hikari gently pushed him away from her. The closeness was a little unnerving, especially since they were just friends. Her eyes wandered around the room, watching as people danced, drank spiked punch, ate junk food and thoroughly enjoyed the party. It had been sort of a surprise to be invited to the party at all, especially considering she was a first year in high school, and first years generally didn't get invited to the popular Friday Late-Night Parties. But then she wondered why she had even come. It wasn't like she craved the party life. These kinds of things were for high schoolers who wanted to drink alcohol, do drugs, and sex it up just because.

And yet here she was.

Why did I even come here? She thought, frowning at herself. Oh yeah… Miyako made me go. She said that if I was ever invited to one of these, I had to go. Then I would basically be accepted by the popular society, and have social status for the rest of high school. And out of their whole group of friends, only Takeru, Daisuke, and herself had been invited. Miyako refused to let her pass up on something like this.

It had been just what she imagined it to be, too. Loud, crowded, and full of teenagers wildly doing whatever they thought sounded fun. Takeru had vanished early on, either because he disliked the noise, or because he and his current girlfriend decided they wanted to make out somewhere more private. But Daisuke had stayed glued to the couch for the entire evening. When she had gotten tired of mingling, sipping her punch, eating snacks and dancing, she had retreated to his location and took a seat next to him.

She had not expected him to say "kiss me" like that.

"It's complicated," Daisuke said, his voice interrupting her thoughts abruptly. She'd forgotten that she had asked him a question at all.

"Well if you don't tell me about it, I won't help you out next time," she replied, leaning a little closer. Someone was talking loudly right next to her about the latest scoop on that hot TV star everyone was into, and she didn't really want to hear it. Giving Daisuke a knowing smile, she elbowed his side playfully. "Come on, we're friends, aren't we? Who are they and why are they targeting you? Maybe I can help."

Again, Daisuke's face darkened with a blush, and he stared at his hands in awkward silence. Finally, he turned his face directly toward her. "I'll tell you," he said, his voice barely audible above the techno music, "but you have to promise to not make fun of me, alright?"

Make fun of him? She thought. Why would I do that? "Okay," she replied. Now I just really want to know. Hoping she wouldn't get too distracted by how narrow the distance was between their two bodies, she stared into his eyes and waited.

"It started three weeks ago," Daisuke explained, leaning forward and speaking into her ear so that he didn't have to see her eyes looking at him. "I had this weird dream, someone came to me and told me that it was 'time', that my life was about to change. I thought nothing of it, but the next day at school, weird things started to happen."

She could feel his cheeks burning in embarrassment as though his skin was actually touching her. Staring at his ear, she found herself noticing that it had a really nice shape. Wait… stay focused Hikari. Why the hell would you think something like that about his ear? It's Daisuke! "Weird things? What kinds of things?" she asked, swallowing. I think it's getting hotter in here. Or maybe I should stop drinking the punch.

"Like…" Daisuke paused, making a small groan in his throat before he continued. "People that didn't even know I existed suddenly began to notice me, mundane items I'd never though about before started to make me feel sick if I got too close to them, and everyone who looks at me gets..." he looked at her, the way she was distracted by the shape of his mouth, and sighed. "...gets like how you're being, right now."

It was her turn to blush now, and she scowled at him in annoyance. What exactly was he getting at? Was this his underhanded way of bragging that people were beginning to notice him at school? She looked at his face carefully, but saw only fear and embarrassment. He seemed truly unsettled.

"I'd be sitting in class and feel like someone was staring at me, then when I turned around, everyone sitting behind me was watching me. And if I passed by someone in the hallway and bumped against them, they would follow me for a bit before seeming to snap out of it, and go away. Creepy things like that. Then when I get home, my parents keep telling me how proud of me they are and how nicely I'm turning out, and just laugh and say 'you'll see' when I try to make them tell me what the hell they mean by it." Daisuke shuddered, leaning against Hikari as though he took comfort merely in her being there. "I think… I think something's going on, Hikari. I don't know what it is, but I'm scared."

"Don't worry so much," she tried to encourage him. "They probably just think their wonderful only son is going to get a girlfriend soon or something." Though the longer she stayed this close to him, the more appealing he seemed to her. His skin smelled nice, and the feeling of his kiss still lingered on her mouth. Maybe… there was something more going on. She always cared about him as a friend, but she never used to feel attracted to him. Not like this, anyway.

But he didn't answer. He had stopped talking, staring anxiously at his hands in his lap like he couldn't hear her.

She focused her attention on him once more. "So is that it?" she asked. "Or is there something else bothering you?"

"No," Daisuke mumbled uncomfortably. "I mean, that's not all."

"I hope you're not going to tell me you're seeing ghosts or something, because that really would be unfortunate," she said, attempting to cheer him up.

The smile she knew so well was beginning to come back to his face, and some of his energy seemed to return to him. It was weird when Daisuke got serious, so it was a relief that he was smiling again.

"No ghosts," he chuckled. "Just weird comments. Like when the school doctor gave us our physicals. He kept saying weird things to me like 'Your skin has excellent elasticity,' or 'you've done a great job developing your muscles,' and weird comments about my body where everyone could hear him, until I felt like I was going to die from embarrassment." His face dropped, and once again, his eyes wandered to the far side of the room where the group of students had vanished. "And then the stalkers started following me around."

It wasn't hard to see where he was going. Hikari glared at the wall, thankful that the teenagers Daisuke was referring to had left downstairs. They're probably some of the delinquent kids who just want to have sex with each other all the time. We all know who they are. If they're targeting and stalking him now, it's probably because they heard all that and think he'd be fun to sleep with. No one has ever stepped forward to say it, but everyone thinks they probably rape people, too.

Her thoughts came to a screeching halt in sudden realization.

Daisuke had stalkers. Stalkers that were known by the entire school for their overly active sex drives. Was he saying he thought he was in danger?

She swallowed, feeling anxious. "H-hey, don't worry about them. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Tell the school faculty about it and they'll make sure those guys leave you alone," she comforted him, patting his shoulder in an encouraging way.

"I already have," Daisuke admitted. "But they treated it like it was no big deal. Now, I have to make sure to not eat or drink anything at this party because I have this creepy feeling like people are waiting in the corners to slip me something. I'm paranoid, I know. It's not like I'm some helpless girl or something. I'm a guy. But still… they give me those creepy looks, you know? Like they're patiently waiting until I slip up. And then…"

"Let's talk about something else," Hikari interrupted him. She was having a hard time breathing being this close to him, and it unsettled her. "Why did you ask me to kiss you?" Shit! She thought, mentally slapping her head with her hand. That's not even changing the subject very well!

He glanced at her, as if surprised. "I thought that was obvious," he said.

"Obvious?" Hikari scowled. Not sure why she felt insulted, she punched his arm with her fist as hard as she could. "How the hell is it obvious? Don't be insulting."

"Wait, ow! Why are you hitting me? Jeez…" he rubbed his arm, making a face at her. "I only meant it's obvious because people who are looking for sex aren't going to go after someone who is already making out. They'll go for the easier targets. So when I saw them coming, I asked you to kiss me." He paused, his face softening into a smile as he looked at her. "Thanks for that," he said genuinely. "They only left because of you."

Heart beating unsteadily inside her as she gazed at his smile, Hikari's mouth widened in response. "Yeah," she breathed. "No problem."

Daisuke got to his feet, staring around the house with a calculating expression, and nodded when he had observed that there were far fewer guests on the main floor. Either half of them had left, or they'd gone downstairs to make out. "It's safe to head out now," he concluded. "I'm going to head home. Want to walk out with me, or do you want to stay longer?"

Hikari stood up at once. "I'll go," she said. They walked out without a word, and headed down the street with ears ringing. It seemed almost strange now, to be out in the quiet of the night, without the loud music pounding into their skulls. Though they didn't speak for the rest of the trip, she couldn't help feeling glad that he walked her all the way to her house, before saying good night and heading home.

Like a gentleman, making sure she was safe.

She showered and brushed her teeth, dressed into her most comfortable pajamas, and climbed into bed with her mind in a cloud.

I never noticed before. But Daisuke really has become attractive, hasn't he?

She fell asleep dreaming about their kiss.

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Daisuke stared unhappily at the floor, his ears ringing with the loudness of the music. Why am I here again? How did I get roped into this? His eyes wandered around the room, unimpressed with the skimpy clothing, the minors drinking alcohol, and the promiscuous dancing that was taking place on the floor. It had been four weeks since the last party he'd somehow been convinced to go to, and though he'd hoped to never have to set foot into one of these places again, he was unintentionally brought here against his will.

Then again, it wasn't entirely against his will. He'd been the one to accept the invitation and show up, after all. But not because he wanted to.

It was because of Hikari.

After what had happened the last time, he, Hikari, and Takeru had been easily accepted by the social elite of their high school. It meant instant popularity, and the unexpected demand to show up at every party that was being thrown. Naturally, they weren't interested in parties, so they'd been consistently not going. Everything would have been fine except for the fact that this time, not just Hikari, but all of her friends in her class had been invited. And in a wild thrill of excitement, they'd pressured her until she finally agreed to go with them.

But that wasn't the thing that made him decide to put aside his disgust and show up. It was something much, much worse.

He couldn't tell her about it, either. How could he? But the fact remained. Ever since the party four weeks ago when he kissed her, she'd become a target too.

Why did I ask her to kiss me? He groaned internally. I'm so selfish! I should have known they would target her too if they thought I was into her. It sickened him to even think about what they wanted to do. Every day at school they were trying to catch him when he was alone, corner him away from his friends, even talking to him and inviting him in front of everyone to join their private parties or whatever they called them. It was just sick! I'm not like that, he thought desperately. I don't want sex for the sake of sex, especially with people who look at me like I'm some kind of meal. They scare me, and I can't shake it.

Nevertheless, the partiers had invited Hikari because of him, and he was here to make sure that nothing happened to her.

Someone sat down next to him on the couch, and he stiffened instinctively until he saw who it was. He let out a sigh of relief. "Takeru," he said, smiling faintly. "How's it going?"

The tall blonde offered him a friendly smile in return, but his eyes looked dead tired. "This place sucks," he grinned, and the cheerful expression did not reach his eyes. "I don't know why they like this kind of scene."

"Well, why did you come, then?"

Takeru glanced at him pointedly, as though the answer was obvious. "Because you're here," he stated. He turned and watched the girls dancing on the floor.

For some reason, Daisuke felt comforted by those words. He's a pretty good friend, he thought, smiling genuinely. He was one of the few people that I've told about all this, and he's always made sure that I'm not alone at school ever since. "Thanks," he said, making sure his voice could be heard over the music.

Takeru nodded. "Don't mention it," he said.

After a while, the mood seemed to change in the room. A lot more people were slipping downstairs, giggling and panting with desire. The dancing on the floor had turned a little more wild, too. Growing concerned, Daisuke searched the room until he caught sight of Hikari, and made sure to keep his eyes on her. It would probably be best to leave as soon as the "predators" had found someone to sleep with for the night.

If he hadn't been looking, he might have missed what happened in that small moment.

Hikari had been talking with her friends, the four of them dancing on the floor cheerfully. Miyako was here tonight too, and she was loudly and happily dancing and chatting away about how cool this was, and how she was going to have to bring Ken next time. That was when Hikari swayed and lost her balance, holding a hand to her head in surprise. She said something Daisuke couldn't hear, and slipped away to the far wall to clear her head. She lifted the drink in her hand and took another sip, before dropping it in a daze. When she bent over to pick it up, her body was no longer in sight.

He didn't see her get up again.

Daisuke stood at once. He couldn't see her from where he was sitting, and it didn't help that he wasn't very tall. Had she been drugged? It looked like she'd been drugged! "Takeru, can you see Hikari?" he demanded.

Takeru stood up, searching the room with a scowl. "No," he said, and his expression darkened. "She was just over there, leaning against the wall, wasn't she?"

Daisuke nodded, feeling a lump of fear obstructing his throat. Shit! He thought, furious. Someone slipped her something in her drink, didn't they? They probably took her somewhere… "We need to find her," he said. "Now!"

Together, they hurried through the throng of dancers toward the place where she'd been standing. Her empty cup was lying on the floor. Searching rapidly through the room, it became clearer and clearer that she was nowhere on the main floor.

Daisuke turned toward Takeru with his stomach tight. "We have to look downstairs," he said, and his voice trailed off in alarm. Takeru was gone too.

Great, where did he go? Or maybe he had the same idea as me, and is already downstairs? Daisuke shook his head, swiftly walking toward the far end of the hall where the stairs to the basement were located. He abandoned his fear at once, thinking only of Hikari. I won't let anyone take advantage of her!

As soon as he entered the lower floors, he wished that he could run as far away from there as possible. There were no lights, and all the windows had been covered up with dark curtains, keeping out the light from the streetlights outside. It took several minutes for his eyes to adjust to the dark, and then he wished they hadn't.

There were bodies, everywhere, groping and intertwined with each other. Some of them were in the corners, just two people humping each other and moaning, while others congregated in groups and fucked each other in as many ways as they possibly could. The room was filled with the echoing sounds of bodies slapping together, holes sucking up and tightening over pulsing dicks, and the exited moans and squeals of orgasms.

And everywhere, it smelled like sweat and sex.

He hated himself immensely for it, but in that moment, he felt a strange desire and rush of energy surge within him. He had never felt anything like it before in his life.

It took nerves of steel to stay focused and maneuver his way around the squirming bodies as he searched for Hikari. He knew what she looked like so well, he was sure he'd be able to find her, even though the lighting was so dark, everyone's faces were obscured and unclear.

Daisuke halted near the back of the room, catching sight of two guys helping some girl pull off her clothes. She was sitting on a futon on the ground, swaying unsteadily, like she wasn't all there. "It's hot," he heard her whisper.

Her voice definitely belonged to Hikari.

"Hey!" Daisuke hissed, dashing forward and shoving both guys away with aggressive force. He found Hikari's shirt on the floor, and forcibly made her put it back on. "What do you think you're doing?"

Hikari looked up at him, panting unevenly. "Daisuke?" she asked, her voice shuddering with desire. "Daisuke it's really hot in here. I need to take my shirt off…"

"Don't take it off," he said, wrapping his arms around her and pinning her arms to her sides. "These guys drugged you, Hikari. Let's go home."

She leaned her head against his neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell really nice…"

He was glad that it was so dark, because it meant that no one could see him blushing. Standing and pulling Hikari to her feet with him, he headed back toward the door. Somewhere at the back of his mind, he knew that he should be concerned. Why hadn't they fought back? Why did they just let him take her? It was too easy.

But those thoughts never reach the forefront of his mind.

His footsteps faltered before he reached the exit, and he slowed to a stop in confusion. Where am I going? What am I doing right now? He turned his head, finding Hikari in his arms. She looks really beautiful, in the dark. The strange surge of energy rose higher inside him. His body felt… hungry.

Someone took his arm, gently pulling him and Hikari back toward the corner of the room. "There you go," they said smugly. "That's right… let's come back to the futon. It'll be much more comfortable there."

What will be more comfortable? Daisuke thought. He knew that those words bothered him, but he couldn't remember why. His brain was lost in a strange fog, and he was aware that it was incredibly hot in the room. Why was his heart racing like this?

"Looks like the patch works, Kaz," someone said. He looked was one of the third years from the basketball club, the tall one that always had bleached hair that was too long, and tended to get in his eyes. "It's not as strong as if we'd slipped it in his drink, but he never eats or drinks anything at the party."

"Smart little fucker," Kaz snickered. Daisuke recognized him too, although very vaguely. He was also a third year, but he couldn't remember what club he was a part of. "Honestly I'm surprised he resists his urges at all. He's the same as us." As if sensing that Daisuke was listening to him, Kaz turned and grinned at him. "Maybe you haven't woken up fully, is that it?"

Daisuke found himself kneeling on a soft futon on the floor, blinking in confusion. Hikari was in arms, panting and moaning. "I'm hot," she complained, pulling away from him. With awkward movements, she began to pull her shirt off. "Need to get this off of me…"

"Don't worry babe," Kaz cooed. "I'll make you feel much, much better."

"Come on, it's your turn now," the basketball jock added, drawing Daisuke toward him. His hands grasped the edge of Daisuke's shirt, pulling it up over his head with slow and deliberate motions. His fingers trailed upward against Daisuke's skin, causing him to shudder. "Let's have some fun, too. Don't worry, you'll like it."

"I think he just doesn't know what he is," Kaz agreed with a laugh. "Let's show him, Yuu."

The fog in his brain seemed to get worse. Daisuke was panting heavily, and Yuu's hands pressed him down into the futon forcefully. A frown crossed his face, and he tried to say something, but immediately he found someone's mouth crushing his. It was a desperate kiss, sloppy and wet, and horribly invasive. But for some reason, it made his heart beat faster and faster in his chest. His attacker's hands groped his chest, feeling every line of his muscles with velvet fingertips, until they found his nipples. Then the gentle touches became rough, abusive.

Daisuke struggled, his back arching as he choked out a startled cry. "Wh-what… are… what is… Ernnn…." He closed his eyes and his mind went blank. So many feelings were crashing around in his body, shooting up his nerves like electricity. Every kiss against his skin, trailing down from his mouth toward his nipples, and then toward his stomach, made his body shudder with desire. The hands that pinched and groped him caused lightening fast sensations of pleasure. Everything was hot against his skin. So hot… "Too hot," he panted, desperate to get rid of his clothes.

With his mouth against Daisuke's skin, the third year grinned triumphantly. "You're right, Kaz. I think he's waking up."

"About damn time," Kaz mumbled. "Do your thing, I'm busy." His voice grew muffled, replaced with the loud, wet, moaning sound of French kissing.

Yuu continued to smirk, biting, sucking and licking Daisuke's skin everywhere. His shoulder, the nape of his neck, the edge of his collarbone, and down, down, down toward the lining of his pants. He pulled up, breathing into Daisuke's face. "Help me take off your pants," he whispered. It was hard to see in the dim lighting, but his hair almost looked like horns were sticking out of his head.

All Daisuke could think about, however, was how much taking off his pants would help him bear the burning heat in his body. With trembling hands, he reached down and unbuckled his jeans, struggling to pull them down. But before he could finish, Yuu yanked them off the rest of the way. His boxers followed, and ended up tossed to the far side of the room.

Everything became a blur. Hot skin against skin, groaning and moaning, something wet surrounding his erect organ. At one point he was aware of being flipped over onto his stomach, and of something large and hot being pressed against his hole. When he tried to struggle against it, someone's arm wrapped tightly around his waist, and the burning shaft was forced into him.

Pain, then pleasure, slammed into him over and over until he could barely tell which way was up. Over and over his position changed, and his body was forced to a peak, exhausted, and then agitated back to a high again, multiple times. Each time it happened, he wasn't sure if he even had any more climaxes in him, but the cycle never seemed to stop. The hands that held him down, groped him, probed him and pinched him were different every time. All the while his body felt like it was being filled with energy, driving his senses wild and spurring his hunger for the next climax, and the next, more and more. He stopped trying to figure it out, and just let it ravish him completely.

At one point, he found himself lying on his back in an awkward position, a stranger's hands holding his hips up high as they slammed their dick into his hole over and over. With watery, hazy eyes, he turned to find that someone he knew was moaning erotically next to him.

It looked like Hikari.

She caught sight of him watching her. They had her twisted onto her side, one person ramming into her vagina, and another awkwardly trying to pump into her ass at the same time. But she seemed to recognize him too. "D-Dai…s-suke…" she moaned, her breath hitched with every plunge into her. Her hand reached for him.

Without thinking, he reached out and clasped his fingers through hers, and they held tightly to each other.

But then he was lost again in the world of pleasure and pain, until the hours slipped past him into the night.

He gave up wondering when it would stop.

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Well, here's a new story with a dark theme to it. It's probably going to get a bit weird, so you might need to have a kinky side to get through it. There's more going on than just an awkward gang bang, as you'll soon find out. "Soon" being a relative term, lol. With my luck, it might be years before I update this.

Hope I did an ok job, but if not, I am always grateful to hear your advice. Kudos to anyone who can guess what Daisuke doesn't understand about himself yet. Hint: it's fantasy related.

Thanks for reading! I look forward to seeing you again next chapter.

~Rukatofan