Title - Sex Games
Part -
12/?
Author -
Feilan87
Warning -
This fic might not be for sensitive souls, so if you can't deal with violence and rape then please just click the 'back' buttom. Thank you!
Genre - Romance
Pairing - Dark/Daisuke, mainly and then there's small amount of Krad/Daisuke/Satoshi.
Rating - M
Disclaimer - The usual, don't own, don't sue.

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Summary: Dark is the high school prince, while Daisuke is the silent and mysterious boy. But Dark learns that some mysterious are better being left unsolved. Contains: Love, sex, rape, betrayal, violence and much more.

Sex Games

by: Prince Feilan (Feilan87)

Part Three

.:Ai no Game:.

A/N… Forgive me for my disappearance. Plot thickens. And sorry, all the action related stuff is next chapter, or else this would be way too long for me. 5000+ words. I don't know, I suddenly woke up one morning and felt like writing this again. Gotta see where it leads, dont I? Here is an update.


"Who do you like better? The blonde?"

"No, I mean he's sweet and all I especially like his eyes they are so dreamy…but Dark-sama is definitely more my type, so cool."

"I heard that blonde is Krad Hikari, his family owns a whole chain of hotels and restaurants and cafés, and Krad is the sole heir, he's definitely a nice catch!"

"Well Dark-sama isn't poor either! However I've heard some rumours…about his father."

"Now that you mention it, his father is always away right? Never coming for open house in school, its always his mother."

"Oi! They are coming this way girls! OMG! Krad-sama is looking at me! Kyah!"

And true enough Dark and Krad was really walking their way, however…

"Blondie, you got a horde of ugly bitches ogling your lower half, just saying." Dark laughed to himself, having thought ahead and brought a shirt along to the beach, since being good-looking didn't equal liking people eyeing your body too much.

Clenching his teeth Krad sneered. "I'm only doing this for Daisuke, seeing as his good-for-nothing-best-friend chased him away, and now he's nowhere to find! Why do I have to be the one to unravel your mess!? Where's the justice in that, huh?"

"Che, someone is being a nag today."

Trying his best to put up a bit 'friendlier' front, Krad decided to get to business.

"Can I have a moment of your precious time, girls?"

"KYA! Krad-sama spoke to me!" The Girl closest to them suddenly whispered out loud in her moment of over-excitement.

"Give it up, Krad. They wont listen, they can 'see' you but they definitely can't 'hear', this is a friggin' waste of time!"

Krad and Dark was starting to get a pretty damn annoying headache from all the 'Kya, kyah!' This was going to be harder than expected.

"Dark…"

Turning around to face the newcomer, Dark recognized, the red-haired, shoulder-length girl as Riku, the girl he had at some point in his past supposedly, liked… a tiny bit.

"What do you want?"

"You're quite rude aren't you?" Sighing deeply, having already noticed with what kind of eyes, that new kid, Satoshi…had been looking at her innocent Daisuke with, Riku finally decided that Dark would be the lesser threat. "Stop glaring at me like that, I just came to tell you that he's with that four-eyed kid."

Dark's eyes narrowed to mere slits. "What. Did. You. Just. Say?"


- III-


"Calm down you idiot! I'm worried about Daisuke as well, but you can't just tear down the door! People are gonna think you're a psycho! And I don't wanna be thrown in the same bucket as you!" Krad scowled.

"…!"

"Where the hell did that voice come from? Isn't that our bathroom?" Krad wondered, pressing his ear to the door.

"What are you-? Eavesdroppping?"

"Shh, you listen too."

"…Nooo, I can't get it in…please help me.."

Dark's eyes widened and he too, leaned in to hear better. "What the hell are they doing in there!?"

Krad heard a low chuckle from the bluenette.

"Hmm, not so big is it, kind of small, and it's so wet.."

"No, no! Don't touch there! Don't touch it! Its dirty! It burns…"

"What the fuck is this? D-!" Krad covered his mouth with one hand, and after sending the mauve-haired teen a glare, returned to listening.

"Here, gimme your hand.."

"Dai-chan, you're making this difficult. Alright then I'll clean it, see? Wow, it's actually pretty squishy."

"Please hurry, it's…painful."

"You're too impatient, alright I'll put it in, relax and don't move unnecessarily, ok?"

"..O-ok…

"See? Its almost in, just a little bit more-"

"…!"

"You whine too much, maybe it just needs to be there a moment, just wait and see, in a sec. you wont feel a thing, except-"

CRASH!

"Hmm, not so big is it?"

"No, no! Don't touch there! Don't touch it! Its dirty!"

"Dai-chan, you're making this difficult. Alright then I'll clean it, see? Wow, It's actually pretty squishy."

Satoshi pulled away and turned on the cold water, rinsing and cleaning his fingers.

"Please hurry, it's…painful."

"You're too impatient, alright I'll put it in, relax and don't move unnecessarily, ok?"

"..O-ok…

"See? Its almost in, just a little bit more-"

"…!" Daisuke flinched. It hurt more than he had expected and if it wasn't fixed pretty soon he might have a few problems during the next couple of days.

"You whine too much, maybe it just needs to be there a moment, just wait and see, in a sec. you wont feel a thing, except-"

CRASH!

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" Dark screamed as he smashed the door open against the hard brick wall, causing the door to break off its hinges and fall.

"LET GO OF DAISUKE YOU RAPIST!"

Unexpectedly, the scene that met them was quite different from what they'd expected.

Daisuke just stood there. Mouth agape. Only able to vaguely make out their blurry forms, watery eyes had clouded his vision from the continuous intrusions when Satoshi had tried to put in his contacts.

"What the hell is going on?" Daisuke demanded as he tried to wipe his tear-brimmed eyes with a clean washcloth, and his vision seemed to sharpen as the contacts fell into their place.

"But…I… We heard you making noises…. and then…" Dark was at a loss of words, how could he have been so reckless. Now surely Daisuke thought he was an idiot, no not just that, being considered an idiot would be a mild punishment.

"…And then this idiot acted on instinct and decided to smash the door in like a brute." Krad finished rolling his eyes at the speechless Dark.

"…" Satoshi stared in silence and then stared some more.

Never in all his life had he been accused of rape for being in the same bathroom as another guy, were these weirdoes indirectly calling him gay? How rude.

He found himself wondering why the red-haired boy associated with such foolish and to put it mildly, blatantly dumb individuals. He smirked, these mittens would be easy to get rid of, actually they might even do the job themselves, as he could conclude from Daisuke's hands, now fisted and shaking ever so silently, like a volcano ready to erupt, however to everyone's surprise Daisuke loosened his grip only a second after sighing heavily. "I'm gonna go back to our room, oh and Hiwatari-kun, see you later."

What the hell did Daisuke mean by 'see you later?' but thought it best to not follow his friend just yet, if Daisuke's steely eyes had been anything to go by.

Dark growled, glaring at the bluenette who seemed to scrutinize him with his chilly stare, face still nothing but an emotionless mask. "If you have anything to say then spit it out and stop looking!"

"Right" Satoshi nodded to himself as he turned to the now doorless door opening, "I just thought I'd let you know that you should walk by the reception to report the broken door, the room number is 444 and you're paying for this door. That is all."

Idiots. Truly idiots.

Only had he walked a mere twenty feet until he heard the blonde break out laughing from within the room. The last thing that came to Satoshi's mind as he walked away was the relief of finally being able to leave the room.

He could forgive idiots, but that blonde was a nutcase. Though the blonde didn't say much, it's - yes 'It' - eyes were wild and unpredictable.

And he'd had bad experiences with nutcases in the past.

They always seemed to get in his way.


- x -


Daisuke disappeared through the doorless entrance, hiding the growing blush of embarrassment that he'd held back. He couldn't ignore the small part of him that ached hopefully whenever Dark did something stupid, for his sake. But it was also a bit too much lately.

He didn't know really if he wanted to befriend people or if a secluded life with just Dark and Krad was the better choice. When all you've ever known is a life as an introvert, it's hard to suddenly deal with new things, such as friends.

During this first day other kids had attempted – made a genuine effort at – befriending him.

It was all very flattering and Daisuke - although still shy and nervous - didn't really appreciate it when someone else spoke for him. He was perfectly capable of answering questions about himself, but Dark was maybe going a bit over the top and had started being overprotective and even started showing traits of a control freak, when he had so openly been rude to his new acquaintance Satoshi. He really liked Dark, he did but he was finally free, he wanted to make decisions on his own; he didn't need someone to monitor his every move.

Dark seemed to have a strop whenever he talked to others, and it annoyed him slightly the way he would try to control whom he could speak and not speak to.

"Daisuke!"

Krad had caught up with him, just as he had put his hand on the doorhandle.

"Hey. Um did you bring the key?" Yeah, he really was tired of other people, at least right now. He couldn't even greet properly and he knew that his half-assed greeting hadn't come out right.

Krad looked concerned but chose to ignore it and for that Daisuke was thankful. "Yup."

Inside the room he threw himself on the twin-sized bed, burying his face in a pillow and inhaling the scent of a newly changed bed. The darkness felt calming somehow as his breathing became weaker as he relaxed.

For the longest he'd wanted real friends, people to talk with, and a real loving family, but the contrary was also true, he was afraid of love. He desired it, to be in love. But it wasn't so much that, because when it came down to it, he was equally afraid of being tied down, locked up and monopolized, you name it.

And now he had the chance to gain all that, he had a choice, but he didn't know what he wanted. Perhaps it was a phase of uncertainty he needed to go through, one that others had gone through a long time ago, but Daisuke's childhood had been taken from him and he was in many ways, inexperienced in the social department.

How silly he was…

…Hadn't his father tied him down for years already? Why was he still putting bonds on himself? He was free now wasn't he?

With his father gone he should be able to lead a somewhat normal life, and yet it all still seemed too unbelievable.

He felt a shiver spread to his fingertips and goose bumps appeared. A small sob escaped his throat as unwanted memories flashed past his inner eye.

The sickening touch of those plumb fingers running over the pale white complexion of his chest as he had laid quietly, obediently and lifeless as a doll on that bed, desperately urging his mind fly away to distant otherworldly places that no human could imagine or truly enter if they had never felt the severe psychological pressure of desperation that he had in those moments.

He was not Daisuke in those moments.

He was just a spirit, outside of a body.

He did not understand.

And he often found himself dreaming of the pale white image of a body, tied to that bed. That was not his body. Whatever happened was completely unrelated to him, but it scared him.

Nails dug into his arms as he wringed helplessly, in silence trying to fight off these returning nightmares. A nauseating feeling rippled through his being, shaking him to the core. He wasn't his own, and the body that should be his was dirty.

"Dark…"

Then the doubt probed his mind again and his eyes flickered open.

He shouldn't be close to Dark.

If Dark kept getting closer like this, he might get dirtied too.

"Daisuke you little fool. Don't huddle up in here like this." Not yet had his mind registered the words before bare arms towed him out from his little cave under the covers and into a sitting position.

"I just need some time on my own. I am sorry." He muttered not looking up at the blonde, now seated next to him. "But thanks."

"For?" Krad asked quizzically.

"For staying with me. I'm happy that we're friends." Daisuke finally said.

"Of course I would stay with you." Krad grumbled and made to get up. "I'll take a shower, you should get in after, and get some of that sand off of you. We're going out tonight aren't we?"

"Ya."


-x-


"How about a relay?"

"I don't know…seems kind of boring to me."

"It was you who promised to come up out some events for the party! Share some ideas yourself." The other girl nagged.

"How can I do all this alone!?"

"Excuse me, Mori-san, Ishiwaki-san." A third person said, and for the first time announced his presence. "I have some ideas for you."

Satoshi wanted to take this into his own hands since, the current student council members of each school, seemed to dwindle their time away with being. Girls.

"Satoshi-sama." Ishiwaki said in surprise.


- III -


Mr. Kurihara was grateful for a few things this evening. One, no teenagers roaming about in the hallways after ten o'clock, and secondly, the luxurious room he had to share with, Mrs. Tsuchiya, his female colleague who was sought after by most single men, and sadly, the married ones too.

But he was a teacher, he had to be professional and not let his emotions screw up this chance of a lifetime. Or what? Perhaps being forward was the solution. This was his lastchance to befriend the bosomy, Akari Tsuchiya.

The smug teacher turned on his heel, retuning to the suite hastily, his students long forgotten.


-III-


"Dark."

"No."

"Daark."

"No I said." Dark slurred, downing his third article in less thirty minutes. The teen laid sprawled across his classmate's bed. Who was it again? "What is your name miss?"

The girl rolled her eyes and sighed. "Mio. M-I-O. Do-you-under-stand-what-I-am-saying?" Ye, Dark laid sprawled across Mio's bed, or was it Mio's roomie's bed? Nevermind, none of that mattered,what did matter was that she was ruining his mood when he was just looking for a silent escape hatch.

"What is your problem?" Dark grumbled, feeling lightheaded already, due to a small dosis of whatever liquors he could find on the other boys' rooms, a small depression, a skipped lunch – and dinner, and lack of someone. What was a depressed Dark to do when he was too ashamed to return to his room and face the redhead….

"Well, Im going to the beach now. You can sulk alone!" Mio declared whilst grabbing her jacket and heading for the door.

…who was probably already at the beach with Krad and foureyes. Thump. Krad. Thump. And foureyes. Thump. God he hated this.

In a split-second the drunken boy rolled off the bed and jumped to his feet in an uncharacteristic way, albeit swaying the reaction was still impressive for someone who had been drinking.

"Wait up."


-III-


Daisuke turned the shower on, letting the water warm up. He quickly removed his clothes, leaving them in a small pile in the middle of the floor, and glanced at the mirror. His scars had become almost invisible, only some white lines remaining, but they almost blended in with his naturally pale complexion.

Yes, Daisuke Niwa detested his own reflection. There was nothing to admire about him. Scrawny, pale, red-haired, and not quite as tall as fit for a man, did he have any desirable traits at all? He could never be tall and lean like either Krad or Dark he feared. But he could still grow taller of course, however Daisuke knew deep inside that he had probably inherited that despicable man's smaller build, although his so called father's body was more sturdy and muscular, leaving out the beer belly.

Sighing he hopped into the water, and bit back the shock. He adjusted the water, which was way too hot for any living. His body felt a bit smudgy and dirty from the travel, the sand, and all the salt from the ocean that had a stiffening effect on his usually finer red hair.

"I wonder what Dark sees in me." Daisuke dug his head under the water. "It is probably a phase to him. That player is just used to getting his way, I shouldn't let him control me."

The water dripped from the soaked red mane. "Dark kissed me…again." He felt a painful clench, as thoughts provoked involuntary reactions from his suddenly tense body. His toes crumbled as he fought to push away the traitorous fake feelings. "He doesn't love me. Don't be a fool. It is a game Daisuke, don't forget that. Do not be touched just because he is a bit nicer to you. Once you are willing and easy, he will forget about you and look for a new conquest, it is nothing but an experiment."

After convincing himself that it was so, by repeating it to his inner mind enough times, he felt the calm spread. "Treat others as they treat you."He reminded himself.

As he rinsed his hair, he began to lather scented soap carefully over his body to scrub off the dirt. He finished washing himself off, and relaxed under the steady pulse of the water.

"Oh no…" Daisuke mumbled. He had forgotten to bring his change of clothes into the bathroom with him.

Wrapping his towel around his waist, Daisuke began to wrench what water he could from his hair before shaking his head like a wet dog. He dried it, brushed it, and tried to straighten the top part of his unruly hairdo, but probably not with much luck. Gathering his dirty clothes, he headed out of the bathroom, a wave of steam following him into the bedroom.

Daisuke rolled his shoulders as he walked through the bathroom door, noting the absence of any of his coveted friends in the main room. They had probably left without him, and in all honesty he was not even sure if he should go or not. Throwing himself on the bed, bare and only wrapped in a petite towel, his eyes fell on four shiny flasks at the bed table. Propping himself up in a sitting position he reached out for a flask, and started wrenching the cap off. A sweet smell came from it and teased his nostrils. Strawberry flavour - most likely - Daisuke concluded before lifting drink as if to toast before drinking the sweetness.

"Whoever it was shouldn't have left it here." He smiled to himself.

The drink was without a doubt not good for him, but somehow he liked the calm feeling it gave him, just sipping was pure elation. But, it didn't take long before the first bottle was empty, and should anyone wonder why he could tackle the next bottle straight after, that would be because he had skipped dinner.

Moments came and went and he had lost perception of time. How long had he been here?

He grinned to himself, rolling around half naked on the bed drinking some strange drink that made him feel really good. Actually his mood was rapidly improving and his body felt funny. When he clenched his hand it was in slow-motion, and when he made to get up he nearly fell to the floor, face first, but that was alright because he had fun. All his anxiety, nerves and tension had magically gone from his system.

He sauntered across the room, slowly mastering the slow-motion walk, and weakened balance. God he hated drunken people, but, that was till he had been drinking as well of course. He felt so relaxed and just…so good.

Giggling he dug into the contents of his suitcase and pulled out a gray, worn-looking shirt with loose neck and a smiley print on the front, and put it on to cover his bare chest. In his search for boxers he ended up pulling a pair of jeans out instead which he admired, and before he knew it he wore those too. As he jumped into a pair of flip-floppers to complete the, not so typical look, he reached for another bottle and was headed out the door and whilst swaying down the empty hallway, underwear was long forgotten, all that was on his mind was that he had to go somewhere.

Ah yes, he had to go to the beach. Satoshi was waiting. Why was it again that he didn't want to go before? That thought seemed so distant and silly now. All he could think of was how chill he felt about the idea of a party. "Lets go!"

Daisuke smiled lazily, tonight should be different, he would play with Dark.


Fires were lit; at three different places along the coast

"Enjoying the party?" Mio asked a slightly displeased Dark. The mauve haired boy didn't look like he had fun at all if the scowl, the thrumming fingers on his paper cup, and the empty look in his eyes was anything to go by.

"Oh yes, so much!" He said overly sarcastic, eyes watching the distant crowd in constant search for something. He sighed, even being drunk couldn't help him relax and enjoy himself. In the past he would have by now joined in on the beer relay with the other boys, or volleyball with Riku sitting on his shoulders, laughing and cheering him on from up top, whilst he enjoyed the envious stares from other boys. He had loved that feeling of being admired, not being arrogant or anything but he was attractive and he knew it, of at least that, he was confident. And confidence had saved his ass more times than he cared to remember, it had been enough and it had worked on the crowd. Unfortunately with Daisuke he had reached deeper waters where simply his looks hadn't been enough to appeal to him, in fact he wasn't sure if Daisuke even cared how he looked, he might be the only one that did not care at all.

Dark blinked and looked at the empty spot next to him.

If Mio had responded to his sarcasm he would have long tuned it out, but she had put down her drink and left the gloomy corner where he was currently hiding from the mass. Dark sighed, he was loosing his grip with his surroundings, whenever his mind wandered off to Daisuke. It was like he couldn't think straight anymore. And on a more serious note, he couldn't quite pinpoint the nature of his interest in his redheaded buddy.

His friend was sincere, innocent and stubborn, although a cry-baby and maybe that was what had drawn Dark in initially. The boy kept giving him mixed feelings, one day up was down and the next left was in fact right, and today bent was the new straight. Why he wanted a boy so much had bothered him for some time, he could accept being a rainbow, or whatever other colour may be used to describe one's sexuality, but what about the future, hadn't he also wanted to have kids of his own and being a father? He still wanted this, but then what did he want from Daisuke? Friends with benefits? Just friends? Or was this all a phase he was going through, and Daisuke might even want kids himself as well?

The possibility of Daisuke being married left him with a whole new sensation all-together, that could only be described as a heavy weight that left him in despair. If Daisuke were connected to another so intimately that they would have a child, could he bear to watch it and still be close friends?

A weight slipped from his fingers, and the contents of the cup spilled into the sand leaving a soaked spot.


Amongst the high-heeled trollops and the drunken boys, currently engaged in a game of volleyball in the dark of the night, she spotted Risa sitting on Keiji's shoulders, looking a bit washed out, and her sister knew that her makeup mixed with perspiration was by now beginning to lose its flair. She should have never tried to pair her sister up with Dark, it had been more trouble than it was worth, but what you don't do for family, is limited. So, it was also her job to remind Risa of visiting the bathroom soon if she didn't want to hear her whining tomorrow about how humiliated she felt, when pictures would start to surface, and a blitz in her sweaty face at this moment meant death. Thank god for the dim bonfire light, that covered up the flaws.

Riku reached the bar, leaning over the glossy wooden surface and waving at the bartender who smiled at her, his azure eyes twinkling with hidden energy. He seemed awfully familiar. "One moment missy!"

The ebony haired bartender had been sitting with Dark and Daisuke on the airplane. He was serving a pink drink liquid that foamed at the top, Riku concluded it wasn't a fizzy or even a mix thereof.

"Rikuu! Rikhu! 'e won!" Came her sister's bubbly voice from behind, and sure enough the brunette was running towards Riku in her short white summer dress, smiling sluggishly, brown eyes dim and clouded and her cheeks glowing red.

"Do you want some water, Risa?" She asked her mellow sister who swayed slightly unable to keep her balance.

"Water?! Nooooo. Whyy are you soo meean Riku, I h-haf hardly 'ad anythin'" Risa cackled like a fuming hen.

"You should have eaten more, you will be very sick later." Riku commented, and turned when she saw the bartender approach her out of the corner of her eye, he bent under the table to pull out some more bottles from a cabinet, and she sighed.

In hushed tone she told her sister. "Risa go to the bathroom, it is just behind the cottage. You are looking like a panda."

Risa looked around woozily, before her brows furrowed a bit as she put the sentence together, word for word inside her cloudy brain.

"Ohhhhhhhh." She squeaked more boisterously than she meant to a minute later and scurried off in the direction of the cottage, hiding her face with her arms so obviously that it made Riku shake her head and sigh. Sometimes she wondered how the two of them could be twins. Riku had been drinking too, and was also a bit tipsy, but she could still think after drinking, unlike most of these kids.

"What would you like, miss?" The azure-eyed bartender said somewhere next to her, surprising her.

"Anything really." She abruptly stopped scanning the place and sat herself properly in one of the chairs.

"I get to pick, eh?" The boy behind the desk made an uneven but sweet smile, looking thoughtful. "Then you shall have a Red Snapper."

Red Snapper?

The boy mixed light rum, Galliano, a bit of grenadine and what appeared to be cream. And served it in a cocktail glass. "There you go, try try!" He said energetically. Where did he get all that darned get-up-and-go from?

She sipped a pit of the pinkish drink, and found it's creamy taste soothing amongst the buzzing of all the people sitting around her.

"Raiden? Are you in the bar, I was sure you wanted to be more 'out there'" A soft voice came from just behind her, she froze as the newcomers scent invaded her nostrils. That guy smelled so good, and she could almost feel the heat radiating off of his body, when he was standing so close.

"Haha! You made it! Krad said you didn't want to come!" The guy named Raiden chuckled, giving a full-blown smile from ear to ear now, showing off a set of pearly whites. "Daisuke we missed you. Look at that drink! The Red Snapper, do you want one? I just learned to make it this morning!"

"Is that the only drink you can make then?" Daisuke teased, unknowingly leaning in over the frozen girl in front of him, who held her glass in a stiff grip.

Riku shivered, all interest in the pretty bartender gone as she memorized the sweet scent of Daisuke. It had been so long, so very long, since she had been this close to him physically. How could her body still react like this? She didn't know whether she was happy, or sad, or…or…what she felt but it was overwhelming and she fought hard not to reach out and hug her first love.

"Of course not! Mmh, you are looking different today, Dai-chan. Have you been driiiinking?" Raiden inquired smirking as he waved another guy over. "Toru! Isn't Daisuke sexy?"

She heard Daisuke chuckle at Raiden as he pulled his friend close and pointed excitedly at Daisuke, and then she noticed.

Daisuke wasn't blushing. Daisuke was not nervous. Daisuke was accepting a compliment with a laugh. This Daisuke was not a shadow, this was a Daisuke she thought had been long gone.

This was Daisuke before he left his foster family to go live with his dad.


-III-


Dun dun dun dun...

If there are still readers, then ty for holding on through the years, and see you on next chapter.

Thank you guys for all your kind reviews, you have all been very patient with me. Perhaps one day you will be surprised and see this chapter update and return to the story, it may in later today, in a month or even in years, but the story will remain right here.

- Feilan

Next chapter - Chapter 13 - Let the games begin