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Sex Games

By: FeIlan87

Chapter five

Cutting through Sanity

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(Daisuke's POV.)

Thump!

My face made contact with the soft material of a white shirt, making me trip backwards after colliding with the soft chest, I closing my eyes while thinking of the solid marble floor under me, that I was about to find out if it really was as hard as it looked. But I never got to feel it.

"Be careful Daisuke. You could get hurt." Shuddering weakly I could feel the words blow softly against the shell of my ear. I opened my eyes feeling slightly worried golden eyes lock with mine.

"Hikari-san!"

His eyes softened as he shook his head at me. "Didn't I tell you to call me Krad? And don't even think about using – Sempai, - Sama or anything like that. Just Krad."

"Gomen K-krad." I mumbled feeling a little awkward, never the less I smiled thankfully. I could barely imagine how embarrassing it would have been if Dark had seen me fall. But then again, he probably wouldn't have noticed anyway since he had his so-called 'friends' to keep him busy.

"No apologies, now would you mind telling me why you were running? It isn't really the wisest thing to do you know." Krad murmured as I was only starting to become aware of the strong arm that had encircled my waist. I wondered if this was the time when I was supposed to feel uncomfortable but didn't. Suddenly sensing golden eyes resting on me with complimentary in them, I could almost see that smile, gracing his angelic face, without even looking up.

"I-I w-wasn't r-running…"

"Oh, but you were… maybe you didn't see me, but I saw you, its really impossible not to with those catchy eyes of yours." Krad mused as he continued to watch me with unwavering eyes, but it was different from before, a little more serious tone continued. "What's wrong, Daisuke?"

"N-nothing." I stuttered nervously, feeling like I'd never had such a hard time lying to anyone, but Krad. He could read my emotions and thoughts like an open book.

"Don't give me that. You're trying to hide from someone, and if I'm not mistaken it was that purple haired guy over there, am I right?" Krad asked as he pointed towards Dark with a certain secrecy so that the purple hared teen himself wouldn't notice.

"Is it that obvious?" My shoulders dropped in defeat as he loosened his hold on my waist.

"Yeah, it is."

I tried to stand on my own hence putting weight on my left foot I felt a jolt of pain cause through my leg. I had twisted me ankle in the almost-fall stunt I'd pulled off before. Krad instantly noticed and scooped me into his arms. "N-no." I tried to breathe out as I my voice was strangled into a muffle against Krad's chest before I'd fallen into the warmth and involuntarily stopped resisting without knowing it myself.

"It's okay, I'm just gonna find some place for you to rest with your food, it's probably nothing serious but you need to be more careful next time you start running in a place with too many people, you could have ended up being squashed you know." Krad mumbled as he carried me towards the kitchen behind the café, ignoring the many stares and glances he got from the guests who'd watched the little accident. I, on the other hand, was unaware 'at the time' of the amethysts watching me intensely from the background as I let me head fall on Krad's chest.

Krad found a free chair where he placed me as he told me to take the shoe off my left foot to not bother my ankle. I couldn't take it, I felt like breaking down crying. I was just a bother to everyone. Why had I never noticed how useless I was until now? I was indeed clumsy and people would probably do better without me around.

"I-I'm s-sorry Krad… M-maybe I'm j-just not g-good enough f-for this j-job."

"Nonsense. Do you even know how untrue that is? I don't regret hiring you so stop putting yourself down like that."

"But.."

"No talking back, I'm still your boss…well here at least, just relax and I'll take over your little problem out there." Krad said, not threatening or angrily, but cheerfully. A small smile graced the blonde's lips for a moment before being replaced by a small frown. "Is he your boyfriend or something?"

I could feel the colour rise to my cheeks as I shook my head furiously. "I-Iie! D-dark is… just a f-friend of mine, or at l-least he s-says he i-is… but he d-doesn't know t-that I work here." I wish I would stop stammering so much.

"I understand." Krad said sounding almost relieved as his smile returned full-force before walking towards the swing doors, leading him back to the main part of the cafe.

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(Dark's POV.)

What happened? Why was he carrying Daisuke away like that!? My chibi! Is he molesting him where no one sees it? Daisuke never tells me much, what if he had a boyfriend he's never told you about? That asshole's gonna pay if he hurts Daisuke.

"Dark! Stop that, you look like a damn mass-murderer with that look in your eyes! What's gotten into you!?" Riku screeched at me, her normally sweet voice was gone like it had never been there…just as if some spell had been lifted from me and all I could hear was that nasty squeaky and whiny voice that annoyed me to no end.

It wasn't the same as hearing Daisuke's soft and overly shy voice that was a rare chance, not many got to hear the little angel's beautiful voice that was the pure bliss. I already missed the daily portion of blushes and smiles I would usually get from Daisuke, but I hadn't seen him today, before now. I didn't know why it bothered me so to see Daisuke smile for others, I wanted his smiles and certainly wouldn't share them with anyone else!

Relax Dark, they're just friends. It's only good that Daisuke's found another friend, It's a good sign, ne? It was nothing different from what every good friend would have done, right?

Another voice in my head opposite to the other, kept rambling on about how Daisuke had leaned into the blonde's touch and how he'd allowed the blonde to practically molest him in the middle of the café!

What's wrong with me? I act like some jealous boyfriend. It's not for me to decide who he wants to be friends with! But who would grope their friend's ass like that!

I pretty much already knew the answer to that… me! Not that I meant anything by it but I couldn't say that the thought of touching that fine ass of his hadn't slipped my mind at least twice at day and even more frequently when actually was around him and not just thinking of him. That was Normal, right?

Daisuke's blonde friend had left the kitchen, 'without' Daisuke. What had he done with Daisuke? Was he okay? I had this strange feeling that something was very wrong.

"Look Dark, he's the one I told you about, the owner of this café. He's just hot!" I glared at the same blonde who'd groped my Daisuke! Riku had just given me a reason to dislike this guy, even if it was a pointless reason. A better reason would be his behaviour towards Daisuke, but I was never one to admit the apparent cause.

"I'm sorry for letting such charming young girls as you wait." The blonde said as he flashed the girls a smile before turning to me and Takeshi. "Boys tend to have more patience I guess." He added as his eyes fell on me.

"What happened with the other waiter?"

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(Krad's POV.)

"Which one?" It was quite amusing to watch really. I highly doubted he wanted to admit it, but I could sense the tenseness around him, it smelled like jealousy to me, and I was never wrong.

"The redhead." The violet-haired teen mumbled so that his friends couldn't hear.

Knowing exactly where this conversation led to, I decided to end it. I watched as this 'Dark' as Daisuke had called him took a large mouthful of the mineral water I'd brought. Smirking evilly I continued.

"Ahh, you mean my little Dai. He's cute isn't he?" I was careful to put a slight pressure on the word 'my'. "Well, I'm afraid he's not feeling so well."

Grinning to myself I observed as the hardly swallowed water came up again and spluttered from the teen.

"Do you need a handkerchief?" I offered the currently flushed Dark as I was trying my best not to laugh out loud, but a smile still flickered across my face.

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In the kitchen, the petite redhead sat alone on the chair I'd put him on, by a small table where his mind was occupied with a bunch of fresh strawberries, just plucked off their stalks. Ready to be washed in the small basin.

"Why are you working?"

Big rubies shone innocently at me from under those excessively long eyelashes. "I wanted to do something useful, so the cook let me clean these…a-and I love strawberries...so…"

Cute. I mused to myself at the sight of the little one. All energetic and smiling again. "It's okay but only if you let me help you with those."

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(Daisuke's POV.)

I had talked with Krad for what seemed like an eon, in the small room behind the kitchen. All about random stuff, it felt odd how easily I opened myself to him. I'd not opened myself that much to Dark, mostly because his mere presence made me blush.

Krad had offered to drive me to school the next day. That be, even when I'd told him about the students' silent-treatment of me and that it would affect him too if he was seen with someone like me, but Krad didn't seem to care much of what other's thought of him. He said that I would make the perfect amulet against the crazy fangirls that existed in our school. I still hadn't figured out if he'd been serious about it or just joking.

Krad had promised to bring me home after Dark and the others had left.

I couldn't face Dark there. Dark and I had this agreement about ignoring the other during school and in public if he was with friends, I wouldn't want to be the reason for dragging Dark as low in the ranks of the school life as me. He was popular and I doubt he could accept anything other than that. It was best if things just remained the way they were.

Krad though had made clear that he wouldn't ignore me in school no matter what I said. He went as far as threatening me by to become all cuddly and snugly around me if I didn't stop being so silly. Krad was the most carefree person I'd met until now…except Dark's mother.

On our way towards my home, I'd seen lots of people stare already, by the time we'd get to school tomorrow, word would already be around that people had seen us. But what could happen that hadn't previously been happening?

All too soon we had reached my house. Krad pulled off his helmet as his blonde locks fell over his broad shoulders like a waterfall of pure gold.

"So, Daisuke, I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning then." The blonde said as he shot me an actual smile before drawing me into a small hug, I felt a little odd being hugged at first, but my mind was still in uproar as I felt my arms find their way around a soft neck where impossibly long blonde locks warmed my cold hands. Krad seemed at little startled at this as he gave me a small squeeze, he was about to pull away. "I'll pick you up at 8am and I know it's late but we'll make it. Take care, beautiful Dai and remember to use the contacts even if you're not at work. No one should hide such exquisite eyes as yours."

Blushing furiously I directed my eyes on the ground, waving my silent goodbye as I limped towards the front door. Krad had been right, my ankle already felt better, maybe that was partly thanks to him for riding me home on his bike.

My eyes widened as I eventually arrived at the door.

Seeing the light from the kitchen, I instantly knew that my father was home and had probably been for a while, which meant…

"Who's the boy, Dai-chan?" A grumpy voice asked as I was forced to enter the kitchen. "You know I don't want them around here, people tend to get nosy and that guy is no different."

I knew I would have to be careful when he was like this. Starting off like he didn't care, ending up screaming at me and beating me to pulp. I could feel something gather in my throat. I wasn't frightened much…yet.

A scrambling was heard as he pulled out the chair and rose with the already half-empty whiskey bottle in his right hand, eyes dull and lifeless and the stubbles that covered his chin glimpsing and dripping with saliva coming from the corner of his mouth. Disgusted as I was I found myself unable to move under his dull yet strangely wild stare as he took another swig of the bottle.

"He's j-just my b-boss, I work for him so that I can earn money for the school trip. I'm sure I left a note somewhere telling…"

"I'm not talking about your school trip boy! You're not leaving this house anyway so why do you work?! You're not going!" The man yelled, as he emptied the bottle in one draught the next moment he smashed the bottle against the wall only a meter next to me as glass splintered and covered the floor. "What are you waiting for? The floor aint gonna clean itself! Clean up!"

As if I'd lost control of my body I instantly moved to pick up a broom and a dustpan. Silently beginning to sweep the floor, I could hear my father take seat at the table again, just staring at me as bent to sweep up the pieces of glass in the dustpan.

"How long have you been fucking this guy?" A sudden question was spoken leaving the words lingering in the air. No matter what I said now, I knew he wouldn't believe me so I could do nothing but tell him the truth even if he wouldn't listen. My hesitation only made everything worse "Don't think I haven't noticed, Dai-chan. You've been with this guy after school for the last two weeks playing whore! You little shit!"

A sudden arm came flying out of the blue and I was thrown against the wall and before I could comprehend what happened to me, I was forced against the hard white painted surface again after having sunken to the floor in my weak state.

Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth, where the canine had dug into my lip from the inside when I'd rammed the wall with my head first. My mouth was in mere seconds filled with blood. It tasted bizarrely a bit metallic.

He held me captive against the small as his knee connected with my stomach where a jolt of pain shot through me leaving me helpless and vulnerable in his arms as I was starting to cough more blood.

"D-dad I-I d-d-didn't… d-do it…" Blood streamed freely from my mouth now as it tainted my white school uniform. "….I-I don't even k-know… h-him…"

Stammering I tried to explain that I wasn't doing anything with Krad and that I'd only seen him today. Blinking away tears from my now tearstained eyes I could feel his grip loosen, leaving me sinking to the floor with an audible dump where smaller pieces of glass still lied around, causing some to graze into the skin of my back. The pain from the glass drowned in the pulsating sensation that was now aching through my whole body.

"LIAR!"

I dared not move, fearing that if I did he'd only be even more pissed with me, but what I didn't know was that I'd already done that by talking back in my weak attempt to get him to stop. This was by now out of question.

"I BET YOU ENJOYED SCREWIN' AROUND WITH EVERYBODY!!! YOU FUCKING SLUT!!!" One moment I was lying motionless on the floor and the next I was being yanked out of the kitchen by my feet with the rest of my body dragged across the old wooden floor, filled with splinters that were scraping at my bare skin where my shirt had crawled up to my shoulders, from the friction of the floor.

The well-known smell of alcohol still hanged around the air making my eyes water, I wish he would stop drinking so much, though I highly doubted it would help much. I'd closed my eyes, knowing exactly where he'd taken me. His hands let go of my feet as I lied still with my head down, I opened my eyes staring frantically at the floor. I knew it would only fuel his anger if he saw me cry openly.

"Get up on the bed and act like the little whore you are… the only thing you can ever be…a fucking whore!" He yelled while he kicked me in the side, causing me to roll over on my back. I struggled to sit up in my dizzy shape where I could already feel the small loss of blood going to my head. Making me reconsider the wrongness of this… Maybe I really deserved this, to be punished, to being beaten up and raped.

He was right, I was a worthless nobody. The only thing I was good for was being used. Coz I am weak and small and therefore easy to get your way with. A small part of me wanted to believe something else. That someone actually thought something positive of me even though I didn't deserve the least positive attention.

I deserved to be ignored and used, I tried to tell myself that. Even as I did that… something in me still fought back, convincing me that I was innocent. That's where the hypocritical point is… That could not be true, I was dirty and tainted, and I was after all… a mere sex slave…and I could never be anything but that. My innocence and virginity was long gone…so why, what was there to fight for, why did I still wish to live?

I stood up ignoring the aching in my whole body. My legs were by now trembling violently under my small weight of 85 lbs (1). "N-no dad…please.." I muttered weakly, I didn't even know why I did it, but I didn't want this, I didn't want to be used or treated like this, especially not by my own and only blood-relative. I knew what consequences that could come from this.

To my surprise I didn't hear what I'd expected at all, a strange coughing sound pierced the air the air, but it wasn't me, my bleeding had somewhat stopped for the moment. It was a rough and hoarse sound reminding me of how unusually it ever sounded…laughter. "Oh little Dai-chan, still playing games are we? What makes you think that you have a choice in this matter? You don't! Get that in your little head, boy! YOU'RE MINE!"

I flinched as I was forced down on the bed, lying face down in the cushions with the massive weight of my father leaning over my bleeding backside where the thin white shirt that was my school uniform was the only thing keeping him from my sore skin. He gave me no chance to move at all as he started ripping on my bloodstained shirt.

"..d-dad..l-le..g-go..d-don't do…t-thi…s…s-stop…ple…ase.." I managed to choke out between my small intakes of air, it was getting harder to breathe due to the lack of space between my mouth, nose and the pillow underneath, blocking my airways. I was too paralyzed by my own panic to fight it as the cloth was ruthlessly ripped off of my quivering body, where I could feel his hands trailing my exposed back, only to move onto his new target, my pants. I moved me head to the side to free myself of the stifle.

"All bloody and covered with wounds and still you remain so beautiful." The voice mused in from behind me in its entire perverseness. Hands pulled off my pants in one strip, taking along my underwear as I closed my inner eye to the world outside leaving myself staring blankly into the air, unfocusedly as I locked up my emotions deep inside my bleeding heart. I couldn't hurt more than I already did and that alone was a soothing thought.

I allowed myself to cry into the sheets as the only relieve for my harassed body, it was the only way to get it out, just cry. Where he couldn't see my tears. I wouldn't give him that chance to beat me further. Still, I could smell him in them, the sheets reeked of his scent, I never wanted to feel that smell ever again. An uncomfortable warm feeling gathered in my throat, making me feel sick to my stomach and I wanted nothing else than to just throw up right there. I could feel the heartbeat in my ears as he grabbed my hips and dragged me to my knees as I had it prop myself on my elbows.

"You're awfully obedient today, my little whore." I could feel the damp alcoholic breath blow against my nape as he towered over me, I would have been scared to death normally, but like this, all I could see was his shadows moving over mine in the dim light of the moon making it all less frightening.

I still remembered my younger years, where I'd feared him more than anything. He was the monster in all my nightmares, he was the evil force in my imaginary world. He was my father and only blood relation. He was supposed to love and protect me from any harm, but he could hardly protect me from himself.

I was disgusted with myself, but no matter how much I tried to cry it all out of my system, and no matter how much I tried to clean myself and avoid his touch, nothing could take away this shame I felt, this mental pain that would absorb my thoughts and dreams every night even during the day there wasn't a waking hour where I didn't think of how ashamed I was, of being touched. I felt it in every little part of me, the dirt… I was impure.

But I forgot so often that no matter how impure and tainted I was, I could still have feelings, dreams and wishes. No one should take that from me. No one should control 'that' but me.

My vision blackened as a fierce pain pierced my soul, dropping me into what seemed like endless darkness when the twinge became too intense as it swallowing the vigour and resistance I had left.

Then there was nothing.

No pain.

No blood.

No sin…no thoughts…

Only the mind play taking over when everything reached the limit and the pain was no more…

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(Normal POV.) - with Dark.

Gentle hands flipped him over to lie on his back. The soreness in his elbows and knees slowly subsided as his muscles were starting to relax at the new position.

Long black eyelashes fluttered open to reveal the cerise crystals beneath. Gazing into the shadows above him, the boy felt the other's presence, luring, teasing, and dangerously sweet, as he bathed in the dark lover's rich aura, binding him to the darkness together. Said alluring Dark leaned so temptingly over him, light tanned skin taking on the colour of bronze due to the moonlight, shinning through the window from the darkened sky outside.

"Mine." Sensual, melodious whispers dropped from the other boy's lips. Excruciatingly slow, he lowered his body down on Daisuke's. Inch by inch, bronze skin blanketed silken white and silver-ish moonlit, until there was no way one could tell where one half started and the other ended.

The mind-blowing contact made the cerise-eyed beauty moan loudly, arching his hips into the touch. Clutching the other in a sudden rapture, Dark grinded his hips into those of the body beneath him, making sure the shorter beauty experienced and memorized every second of their union.

"Ahh…nnnhh…Dark!"

Dark bolted awake in a flash. Sitting up in his bed, his eyes instantly darted around the room, trying to fathom where he was. Finally realising he was still his own room; he forced his heart rate to slow down.

Pulling the cover aside he sighed as he would have to take a long cold shower to settle down the tension in his nether regions. This had been going on for a couple of days now, and every time it would result in the need of ice cold water.

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(Normal POV.) – with Daisuke.

Pressing his back to the wall tiles, he slid down on his knees in limited shower. The water drops continued to tap against his skin, a little more forcefully than before. His legs could barely hold the weight of him so he'd settled with sitting in the shower instead.

Tarnished, that's was he was. He wanted so badly to have what he'd lost so long ago that he didn't even remember. He wanted his innocence back, the one that had been taken, no… stolen from him by force. He wanted the impossible, something he could never have back. It wasn't like a wound. A simple wound could scar…but it would still heal. Innocence wouldn't.

He sat on the uneven granite bottom, just staring at the water that seeped down through the drain along with his blood, only vaguely noticing that the whirl was moving left. He clenched the silvery blade in his hand as a moan of agony escaped his bruised lips, by the pleasurable feeling of the blade's new clean cuts.

More blood circulated down the drain, mixing with the water.

A small smile graced his lips as a short flash of relieve dominated his senses if only for a second he felt right then that it was all worth it. Just a moment away from this world was worth everything to him and cutting himself was the only way to achieve that brief moment of happiness.

The muscles in his hand loosened, as the blade fell out of his hand, flowing around in the remaining water as crimson pupils focused on the entrancing light reflecting from the blade.

Hesitation took over for a moment, letting all thoughts be gone from his mind as he picked up the blade and placed the sharpest point to his already scarred wrist. The old scars were starting to become paler, after all it'd been two years since his last attempt to cut himself.

So much had happened since then. He didn't remember why he'd started cutting himself in the first place back then, but he had a slight idea about it, it was back then when he met Riku for the first time.

As he gazed upon his movement with wide, relaxed eyes, he suddenly pressed down on the skin, hearing his own pained cries filling the tiny bathroom as the blade cut through the thin porcelain skin that covered his wrist.

Euphoria pulsated through the small body, leaving the boy panting for more as the blood trickled from the fresh cut, holding his arm up in the shower, the blood starting streaming down his pale arm till it reached granite bottom if not being washed away by the water before that could happen. There was such a contrast between the deep red essence and the white porcelain skin. It was almost entrancing to see, almost.

Daisuke sat there as the blood ran down from his trembling wrist, colouring the clean water.

To be continued…

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(1.) - For those who 'thinks in the kilo system' his weight is 38,56 kg, oh and just to let you know, he's 155 cm/5,0 ft in this story.

Don't worry, Dai-chan will be okay, or else this is going to be a very short story...Oh yeah i know there's a lot of spellings...didn't really edit it...yet...so if you see something major mistake feel free to tell me and i'll fix it.

Please review...the sooner i'll update...:p