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, and other intense situations. Please read with discretion.
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Chapter Two
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Consciousness came like a severe car crash. It was shocking, painful, and left him wondering where the hell he was.
Daisuke opened his eyes, not because he wanted to, but because he desperately hoped everything he was feeling was all just a dream. But of course, he wasn't so lucky. He was lying on his back, one arm stretched above his head, and the other draped over his eyes. His hips were higher than the rest of his body, like that part of him was lying on top of something or someone else. All around him, he could hear the quiet sounds of people sleeping deeply.
My head! He thought, groaning and trying to sit up. The instant he tried to move, a thousand jolts of pain shot through his spine to his hips, so terrible, his eyes instantly moistened with tears. Forget my head, what the hell is wrong with my hips! His mind screamed. Feeling sick and terrified, he pulled his arm off of his face and carefully lifted his head.
He was naked. His hips were resting on top of some stranger's crotch, and their semi-limp dick was still shoved inside his ass. There were at least six other people sprawled next to and on top of each other around him, about four guys and two girls. And his right hand stretched above his head was laced with someone else's hand. As if that weren't bad enough, his skin was splattered with dried semen, and quite possibly blood, and a closer look around the room showed at least two dozen other naked students, all lying in a tangled mass.
No, no, no… he thought, waves of dread and nausea washing over him repeatedly. Please no. Please, please no! He dropped his head to the futon underneath him in despair. How did this fucking happen to me? Somebody wake me up, please? Somebody please tell me this is just a dream!
His eyes blinked, adjusting to the darkness of the room. Remembering that he was holding somebody's hand, he squinted his eyes and tried to make out who it was. What if it was someone he didn't even know? His eyes focused, and he caught sight of her face. "Hikari?" he whispered, feeling the color leave his face. His horror only increased when he realized that it was true. Beautiful Hikari, sweet, innocent, and gentle Hikari, was lying on her back under two strange guys, completely naked. There was dried semen on her body, and bruises beginning to show around her arms, waist, neck and thighs.
His horror quickly morphed into fury. I'm going to fucking kill everyone in this room! He thought. Once more he tried to get up, but the sudden pain it caused him made him give up. He collapsed onto his back, groaning and panting in agony. What the hell did they do to me? Somebody get this guy's dick out of my ass!
That was when he heard someone else groaning, and his breath caught in his throat. He contemplated pretending to be asleep, but he was so uncomfortable he couldn't stand it anymore. "Hey," he called, finding that his voice was dry and hoarse, and talking was painful. It was only now that he realized his throat was aching and bruised on the inside, like someone had tried to shove a cucumber in his mouth as far as it could go. "I need help."
Whoever it was moved around, like they were trying to untangle themselves from a mass of bodies. Then they cursed, hissing painfully. They came into his line of sight, crawling toward him on their hands and knees. "Daisuke?" the person asked in disbelief. They hung their head in defeat. "Fuck!" he cried.
Daisuke squinted, trying to see him better. He felt his stomach lurch in dread. "Takeru?" he asked. "Oh God…"
"It's me," Takeru sighed. He crawled forward, took a good look at Daisuke's position, and swore under his breath some more. "I'm going to lift your hips, so this might hurt a little." He reached down, placing his hands on either side of Daisuke's hips, and pulled him carefully upward.
It did hurt. Groaning painfully as his back erupted into twinges of pain, Daisuke cringed and grinded his teeth together until his friend managed to free his butt hole from the offending member, and hissed in relief as Takeru set him down again on the futon, away from the body of the stranger. But it took almost a minute before he could find his voice again. "What the hell happened? Why are we here?"
Takeru didn't answer at first. He muttered more swear words under his breath, and moved over so that he could shove the two upper classmen off of Hikari's body. "I remember searching for Hikari," he said darkly. "I thought I saw her around the corner, so I left you by her cup and went into the kitchen. But instead, I met up with my stupid girlfriend."
Daisuke turned his head, studying Takeru with a thoughtful expression. It was strange to hear Takeru call his girlfriend stupid. Hadn't they been going out for two months now? She had confessed to him a while back, and he admitted that he kind of liked her too. That was how they had started dating. But to call her stupid?
"Kimiko was just like them," Takeru explained, his eyes flashing angrily. "She only wanted to date me because she wanted me to come here. Apparently she and her buddies had been planning for a while to get me drugged up so they could gang bang me." He paused, his expression turning into one of distress. "And all this time, I kept thinking I was protecting you. Protecting Hikari. Look how great that turned out."
Daisuke wasn't entirely sure how, but he somehow found a way to roll over onto his stomach, and pull up into a sitting position. His entire body ached terribly, and he knew that if he even tried to stand up, he would crash to the floor and not be able to get up again. His body was also feeling weak and flushed, like he was getting a fever. "We have to report this to somebody," he said. "They won't get away with this."
"Yeah but who do we report? Do you even know how many people did it with us?" Takeru groaned. He held his head, wincing momentarily. "It all happened so fast… One moment I'm kissing my girlfriend and telling her I have to find Hikari before something happens, and the next I find myself swallowing something that was in her mouth. After that, everything is a huge blur."
"I found Hikari," Daisuke sighed, staring down at her from his awkward sitting position. It felt so wrong, to stare at her naked, ravished body like this. He looked away in shame. "They drugged her drink, and she was taking off her clothes when I came upon them. I grabbed her and started to leave but…" he shook his head. "One of them said something about a patch, that it didn't work as well but they tried it because I wasn't eating or drinking anything." He ran his hands over his body until he found what he was looking for: a small patch stuck to the underside of his arm, like a nicotine patch. Only he suspected it was something much stronger.
"Whatever we decide to do, we've got to get out of here first." Takeru stumbled to his feet, gasped, and suddenly collapsed onto his knees again. His face flushed a deep red that could be seen even in this dark lighting. "Shit," he mumbled. "What did they do to me?"
"Probably the same thing they did to me," Daisuke groaned. He felt a small seed of terror begin to take root in his gut. What if… what if they have sexually transmitted diseases? Shit…
"We've got to get Hikari out of here," Takeru moaned. Once more he tried to stand, and for a moment he wobbled unsteadily on his feet. But then he seemed to find his balance. Staring anxiously around them, he caught sight of his clothes on the far side of the room and went to grab them. When he came back, he brought Hikari and Daisuke's clothes too. "You'll have to stand and help me carry her," he said gravely. "I won't be able to do it."
Daisuke groaned, dreading it with his whole being. Gritting his teeth once more, he dragged himself to his feet with cursing and groans of agony. For several minutes, the boys worked to slip back into their clothes without falling over. By the time they were done, they both seemed to be moving a little bit easier. Even so, Daisuke was now absolutely convinced that he was suffering a major fever.
They worked together to gently pull Hikari away from the surrounding naked bodies. It took a bit more work to get her underwear and clothes back on her, but it sickened them that they could do nothing about the sweat and semen and had dried to her skin. She would just have to shower later, at home. Between the two of them, they lifted her up and started for the stairs.
Someone stepped into the doorway at the top of the stairs, blocking their way. Daisuke looked up angrily, finding himself looking at the very two classmates who had drugged him and Hikari last night. "Going somewhere?" Kaz asked. He stepped down so that his body was no longer silhouetted by the light up the upstairs.
He looked different than before. His features were the same, of course, but his skin tone wasn't right. It was like dusk mixed with red, accented by black tattoo-like designs covering his body. He had two curved horns spiraling out of his head, and his eyes were as black as coal. Seeing the color leave Daisuke's face, Kaz grinned evilly. "Does my appearance surprise you?" he laughed. "You look like you don't even know your own kind. What kind of house did you grow up in?"
"I'm nothing like you!" Daisuke hissed between his teeth. His back was trembling, partly from pain and weakness, and partly from pure rage. "What the hell are you?"
"If you don't know, you're stupider than you look." Kaz began to walk toward them with slow, graceful steps. Now that he was closer, they could see wings folded against his back, and a spaded tail lightly swishing side to side behind him. He stepped off the final step, and came to stand directly in front of the three of them. "I'm an incubus, you numbskull."
Takeru glanced over Hikari's head, making eye contact with Daisuke, before looking back at Kaz without comprehending. "What?"
Kaz laughed. "Humans, they're so oblivious sometimes!" he smacked his forehead with one hand, cackling in delight. At length, he sighed and reached out, giving Takeru's chin a light caress. For some reason, Takeru could only stand there with a confused look on his face, shivering. "There, there, just settle down you two. Why don't you rest up here before going home, hmmm? I can't have you looking so disheveled like this."
"You're going to let us go, or we're going to call the police," Daisuke said. There was no humor in him, only anger. The hell was an incubus? And why was he so smug about it?
"I think you'll find that you can't," he shook his head. "I won't allow it. You see, all of you, yes even you, sleeping incu, are under my control now. This was my party, my house, and I took a piece of your souls. You won't call the police, because I've forbidden it. And if I ordered you to stay here as my sex toys for all eternity, you'd do so, and do so gladly. So I think I'm owed a little gratitude for letting you even leave the house, don't you?"
"What kind of…" Daisuke's outcry was cut off as Takeru abruptly let go of Hikari and went to stand by Kaz's side. "W..wait, Takeru… what are you….?"
His friend's face twisted into a grimace. "I'm sorry Dai, I can't help you. I want to, but… I can't."
"See?" Kaz's smirk widened. He draped an arm around Takeru's shoulders, smug when the action made him almost moan. "I've claimed him. I own him. And there's nothing you can do about it. Is there, Takeru?"
Takeru's eyes fluttered closed, and he leaned toward Kaz as though intoxicated. "Nnn… fuck you." He jolted, as if in pain. "I mean no, there isn't." He opened his eyes just barely, glaring daggers. "Asshole."
Kaz laughed again. "Oh you're a strong one, aren't you? I'm going to enjoy keeping you."
"You can't keep him! Let us go you fuckface!" Daisuke slowly set Hikari down, bringing his fists up. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he wanted nothing more than to tear Kaz to shreds. But before he could even throw the first punch, the other upperclassman came up from behind, grabbing him by the arms and pinning them behind his back.
"I guess you're going to make us do this the hard way?" Kaz shook his head, clicking his tongue in his mouth disapprovingly. "Takeru, there's a guest bedroom you can stay in upstairs. Take Hikari up there with you, I'll come check on you later."
"Fuck you," Takeru said again. But he groaned and did as he was told, picking up Hikari and carrying her up the stairs. His back was rigid and his muscles trembled, as though he fought against the command with every fiber in his being.
"We don't have to worry about the rest of these guys, they're already ours," Yuu jerked his head towards the many students still sleeping. Daisuke couldn't see him very well from this angle, but he noticed that his skin was also a dark color, though more purple than red. And his spade tail was currently wrapped around Daisuke's legs to keep him from kicking. "What do you want to do with this guy?"
"I think we may need to keep him around too, or send him home," Kaz sighed, scratching his head thoughtfully. "For whatever reason, his parents chose not to tell him anything about what he is so he has no idea what's going on."
"You two better start fucking talking!" Daisuke yelled.
"Then SHUT UP," Kaz yelled back. He whacked Daisuke across the face sharply. "Can you do that for five fucking minutes?" Seeing that all he got was a scathing glare in response, he seemed satisfied. "Alright, that's a good start. I'll give you a choice, just because this must be really confusing right now."
"How generous of you," Daisuke sneered.
Kaz shot him a glare. "Either stay here until you come into full power so you can be with your precious friends, or go home and let your parents tell you all about it. Just know, if you choose to leave, we aren't going to allow you to see them until your parents send you back to us."
"And why the hell do you think they would do that, and not call the police on your ass?"
"I'm sure you'll figure that out," Kaz smirked. "The choice is yours. Sooner or later, you're just going to have to realize that you, little idiot, are one of us. And because I claimed you before you came into your power, you belong to me. You and your friends."
"I don't know what you think you are, or what you think I am, but let me make one thing perfectly clear," Daisuke said, his anger boiling like a cauldron of acid inside him. "I am not yours, and neither are my friends. Let us go, or so help me, I'll-"
"You'll what?" Kaz grabbed his chin with one hand, digging his sharp nails into Daisuke's skin. "You can't do a damn thing. Not like this." He stepped back, snorting in disgust. "Go ahead and put him in the room with his friends. Might as well let them get a few more minutes together."
"Why, what are you going to do?" Yuu asked.
"I'm going to call his parents," Kaz grinned. He walked off with a cackle, and Yuu wasted no time in dragging Daisuke up the stairs to the spare bedroom. He shoved him inside and closed the door, locking it behind him. He was gone before Daisuke could call out to tell him that he had put him into the wrong room.
Now he was alone, locked in a small bedroom, feeling like he'd been run over several times by a truck. Despair and anger washing over him, he sank down to the carpet and tried to sort out his thoughts.
He was going to figure this out, and get himself and his friends out of here. He had to.
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Takeru stirred, roused from a nap he hadn't realized he'd taken by the sound of someone sniffling. He had to groan when he pulled himself to a sitting position, and at first he thought that he must have fallen off the bed during the night and somehow injured himself. Then he remembered what had happened. The conversation downstairs. And bringing Hikari up to this guest bedroom. He had placed her on the bed and apparently passed out on the floor a few seconds later.
He turned his head at once, and saw Hikari curled up on his bed, tears streaming down her face. "Hikari," he breathed, pain and regret crossing his face. He didn't know what to say to her about what happened, or about the incubus downstairs who apparently owned them now. What could he say? "I'm so sorry, we tried to save you but…" his voice trailed off. But what? But we got raped too? He swallowed. "But we were too late. I'm so, so sorry…" dragging himself to his feet, he went to the bed to try and comfort her.
Halfway there, he hesitated. What if she didn't want to be touched by him? He'd heard of women who had been raped being too afraid of being touched, especially by men.
But Hikari sat up, stretching her arms out to him desperately.
Takeru climbed onto the bed, wrapping his arms around her, and let out a sad sigh as she curled up in his lap and turned so she could sob into his chest. They stayed like that for almost half an hour before she finally calmed down. She lapsed into shuddering, uneven breaths.
"I'm sorry," he said again, a sharp stab of guilt going through his heart. I was supposed to protect her. To protect Daisuke. But I failed.
"No," Hikari whispered. "Don't be sorry. This is my fault."
"No it isn't, Hikari. It's not your fault."
"I'm the one who drank the drugged punch. I knew that I was feeling weird, I should have just gone home, or gone to you or Daisuke. But I didn't want to be clingy." Her shoulders shivered a bit, and he lifted her head so that she could study Takeru's face with heavy, tired eyes. "But it wasn't just me who suffered last night. I remember. I remember Daisuke… he tried to help me… but…" as her voice trailed off, she turned and looked for him in vain. Her eyebrows were pinched together as though she was in pain.
"It's not your fault," Takeru repeated. "It's theirs. They did this, and we're going to report them."
Hikari swallowed, shrinking into his chest. "How are we supposed to do that? Go to the police station and say 'I was drinking alcohol at a party, even though I'm a minor, and then later when I woke up I'd been drugged and raped. I don't know who did it officer, but please help me?' That isn't going to do us any good! We'll be the ones blamed and punished!"
Takeru felt his insides twist into uncomfortable knots of anxiety. She didn't know yet that it was much worse than that. But he suspected her insistence on not tell the cops was her brain's way of rationalizing the unspoken order from their incubus master to not tell any authorities.
Against his chest, he felt Hikari begin to cry again, her tears wetting his shirt. "In the end, even though I was the stupid one, all three of us were raped. Weren't we?"
He froze, momentarily horrified. How did she know? I didn't say I was there too…
"I know," she said quietly. "I remember a lot more than I want to, from last night. There was one point where I saw you, across the room. But I couldn't call out to you."
I don't really remember anything, Takeru thought anxiously. But I guess I should be glad for that.
They spent the next several hours hugging each other in silence, afraid to be alone; afraid to think about what they'd been through. At length, the door opened, and Kaz stood there looking far more human than he had before. He smirked at them, amused by their tender embrace.
"Hello little darlings," he said. "I think your friend is going to need your help. He's in the next room over, passed out. Possibly with a fever. I was going to just leave him in there like that but… I'm feeling generous after that lovely time we had last night. So I'll let you take care of him."
Takeru glared at him with all the hatred he could muster, and slowly stood from the bed, helping Hikari to her feet beside him. "Take us to him," he said. Maybe he couldn't do anything about their situation right now, but nothing was going to stop him from taking care of his friend.
Hikari slipped her hand into his, shrinking close to him, as they followed Kaz down the hall to the next guest room over.
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When Daisuke woke up for the second time that day, things were a lot different. For one, he didn't remember having fallen asleep. Maybe he was more worn out than he realized? He was lying in the guest bed, a thick comforter draped over him, and a cool, wet washcloth on his forehead. The room was dim and peaceful. A quick glance at the clock on the bedside table, and he blinked in surprise. It was already 6:30 PM.
"You're awake," someone said near him, breathing in relief. He turned his head to see that Hikari was kneeling by his bed, with her chin resting on top of her hands. "How are you feeling? You had a pretty bad fever."
"A little better I guess," he replied. But he stared lifelessly at nothing, feeling empty and distressed. It was really beginning to hit him now. I was fucked. Seriously, seriously fucked. It still hurts, too.
But there was another feeling, gnawing at the back of his mind. A secret feeling, something he didn't completely understand. Was it guilt? Or was it curiosity? I don't remember last night very well at all. But there are flashes…
He winced, one of those flashes coming to the forefront of his mind. He was being pressed face down into the futon, while someone rammed into him so hard, his vision was streaked with flashing spots of whiteness. They kept hitting that one sweet, sweet spot, over and over, until the pleasure drove him crazy.
But then the memory was gone, and he was shuddering in the bed, wondering if the sudden increase in heat was from his fever, or from the abrupt sensation of being turned on. What the hell is wrong with me? I didn't like it! I didn't!
Daisuke swallowed, uncomfortable. "Can I have some water?" he asked.
Hikari rose to her feet at once, shaking only a little. "Takeru, Daisuke is awake!" she called. "Can you bring some water?" When she sat down again, she moved so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, instead of the floor. She smiled at him encouragingly. "We were talking earlier," she explained quietly. "It looks like telling people about what happened might not be the best idea, since instead of getting help, we'll just get blamed with all the rest. So we're going to just take it easy over the weekend, and pretend like nothing happened."
"Did that bastard Kaz tell you to decide that? How are you supposed to pretend like nothing happened?" Daisuke snapped angrily. He saw Takeru coming in with water, and took the cup extended to him gratefully. "I seriously want to kill him! He doesn't own you, and don't you let him order you around!"
"Dai," Takeru scowled. "Can we not get into that right now? The truth is, we can't say anything to anyone about this. We just can't. Please, don't pressure us to do it, it hurts to think about." he winced, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and index finger.
Immediately, Daisuke felt bad. "I'm sorry," he said honestly, sighing in defeat. He sat up and scooted back, making more room, so that Takeru could take a seat beside him. Then the three of them stared at each other in awkward silence. "This is all my fault. What are we supposed to do now?"
"If any of us are going to take blame for this, then we're all to blame for making a bad decision to come at all. The rest isn't our fault, it's theirs," Takeru insisted, nodding his head toward the closed bedroom door. "And right now, the only thing we need to do is take care of ourselves, and decide what we're going to do."
Hikari nodded, her face a picture of fear. "Takeru told me about Kaz… that he's… an incubus," she said slowly. "I didn't even know something like that was real. Is it really true? Did he really steal our souls?"
"What the hell is an incubus?" Daisuke demanded. He took sips of his water, trying not to drink it too quickly. "And why does he keep saying I'm one of them? It doesn't make any sense."
"I don't know, doesn't it?" Takeru asked. He kept rubbing his head, as though thinking about it was hurting him.
"No, it doesn't! What is an incubus?"
Hikari placed a hand on his arm, quieting him. "It's from mythology, a demon of lust that uses sexual desires to steal people's souls. Some versions say their kiss kills you. Others that they are born when a demon rapes a female woman. There's a million different versions of what an incubus or a succubus is, but essentially they're sex demons."
"Sex demons. And I'm supposed to believe that I'M one of them?" Daisuke snorted. It used to be no girl would even look at him, let alone have sex with him. In fact it wasn't until the last few weeks when all the weird stuff kept happening that…
He froze, the gears if his mind suddenly clicking in place. Something had been changing. Even his parents had kept telling him that he'd "see" eventually. Was this what they were getting at? I'm… I'm really…. one of those things that did this to us?
Immediately he felt sick to his stomach.
"Well here's one thing," Takeru said, letting out a sigh. "You're not in this alone, Dai. We're here with you and we'll figure something out. You really think we're going to let that asshole own us forever? Not a chance."
Hikari nodded, tears moistening her eyes without falling. "That's right. I'm scared, I won't deny it. But we have each other, and at least if nothing else, we can still talk to each other about what happened. We're still best friends. The rest, we'll figure out later. Let's just focus on us and what we need, right now."
That's easy to just say, Daisuke thought, grimacing unhappily. But things aren't the same anymore. We've been drugged and gang-raped by a bunch of people we don't even know, and I can't get those images or feelings out of my mind. Closing his eyes in distress, he tried not to think about anything.
How could Takeru and Hikari be so strong about this?
"We still have the rest of today and tomorrow to recover," Takeru said, "so let's take it easy until then. Kaz had us call our homes and say we were spending the weekend with friends, so we'll likely stay here until he decides we can go home. You, it sounds like, can go home and rest there if you prefer, or stay here with us." He looked at Daisuke with a an unreadable expression. "What do you want to do?"
Hikari was the first to break the small moment of silence. "Please stay with us?" she asked. "If we separate now, I'm afraid I'll lose what confidence I have left.
Takeru nodded, and turned to Daisuke. "Will you stay?"
Daisuke looked down, a blush crossing his face. "As if I would leave you two here. Besides, I don't think I'll be able to walk very easily anyway. My back is in serious pain right now." Not to mention the fact that his parents had not once tried to call him, even after Kaz said he was going to call them. What would they say when he got there?
"Alright. I'll go tell him." Takeru stood, winced painfully, and made his way out of the bedroom with slow and deliberate steps. It didn't take long for him to convey their intentions, and he returned with a thoughtful expression on his face. "He says we're to sleep downstairs with everyone else."
"No! I-I can't," Hikari shuddered. The two boys looked at her in alarm, as she suddenly began to weep. "If I have to go downstairs again, I'll remember those people touching me! Please… I couldn't bear it…" she curled over onto the bed, her sobs wracking her whole body. "I won't do it!"
The pain that washed over Daisuke this time was not because of physical discomfort. It shot straight through his heart, piercing him inside and out. Oh Hikari… he reached out to her, placing a hand on her back. "I won't let him make you," he said, anger surging up inside him once more. "We'll just stay in here together, and sort this out."
They stayed with her while she sobbed, rubbing her back with their knuckles, getting her tissues, and saying nothing. Daisuke waited for the moment where Kaz would step through the door just so he could give him a piece of his mind, but for some reason he never showed.
Hours later, it was just the three of them on the full-size bed, their bodies pressed close together under the covers, with Hikari between them. It was a comfort, not just to her, but to Takeru and Daisuke as well. In this way, they fell into a deep sleep of emotional and physical exhaustion.
-o-
The weekend was extremely uneventful. Kaz lost his demonic appearance and opted to look more human, and over the rest of that saturday and sunday, he enjoyed several more bouts of sex with his regulars before sending them home. None of them seemed upset by the situation, in fact they were disappointed to leave, and kept congratulating Daisuke, Takeru and Hikari for finally joining their group. The three of them never really replied, and Kaz didn't try to separate them or get in their way.
When all was said and done, he was very accomodating, which only infuriated Daisuke more. Sunday evening he gave each of them a deep kiss that none of them wanted, but somehow they couldn't resist, and told them he'd see them around.
And that was that. The boys walked Hikari home together, not speaking until they reached her house, and then giving her a hug before she went inside. "Text us anytime," Takeru said. They all knew that there was no way they would tell anyone what had happened. Their incubus master would not let them.
As Takeru went off to his house, he gave Daisuke an awkward farewell hug. It said more to him than any words would have, and Daisuke was touched by it. He went home feeling less distressed knowing he at least had his best friends to talk to. No matter what, I'm going to get us out of this mess, he thought. I have to.
His parents weren't home that night, so he ate take out and went to bed early.
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Daisuke shifted uncomfortably in his seat. It was Monday, and all day, he'd been getting weird looks from almost everyone at his entire school. Some of them grinned and gave him high fives, as though they were proud of him. That was confusing, sure. But he could deal with that. Some of them leered at him, and that was both infuriating and embarrassing. Others looked at him with disgust, or uncomfortable expressions as though they couldn't look at him in the eyes.
He could only conclude that word had gotten out somehow about what happened on Friday night. The only question was how. They weren't allowed to tell anyone about it. Right?
"Daisuke," someone startled him, taking a seat beside him at lunch. He jolted in surprise, but calmed down as soon as he saw who it was.
"Hi Miyako," he breathed, and scowled when he saw the grave expression on her face. "What is it?" He caught sight of another few students leering at him, and then figured he already knew what she was coming over to talk to him about. "Do I even want to know?" he sighed.
Miyako's face twisted into a grimace. "Look, Daisuke…" she glanced around the room, looking uncomfortable. "I'm only telling you about this because you're my friend, and I think you're not like this normally so I figured you'd want to know. I mean, maybe it wasn't your fault. Not that I'm against it or anything, but still…"
"What are you getting at?" Daisuke hissed, feeling his cheeks beginning to burn. "I have no idea what's going on!"
She nodded, as if confirming something. "I think something may have happened on Friday, at the party. Because today at school, this picture of you has been circulating everyone's phones. It's gone viral, Dai." She opened her phone and handed it to him.
The image on her phone screen caused a simultaneous jolt of shock and disgrace, and it quickly filled him with dread. It was a picture of him, alright, though it was almost hard to see because of the extremely dim lighting. It was a shot from above, looking down at him. He was lying on his back with his arms above his head and his hips propped high—though anything below his waist was cut off at the edge of the image thankfully. His eyes were half closed, tears moistening his eyelashes, and his mouth was open in what looked like an extremely erotic cry. There was no denying that the picture had been taken mid-orgasm.
Under the image, someone had written "number 21".
He swallowed, finding that his hand was trembling. Is that really me? He thought, growing more devastated by the second. Everyone in school has SEEN this? Oh fuck… he wasn't sure whether to be horrified or hopefully. On the one hand, everyone had seen it. On the other… was this a loophole to let authorities know he'd been raped? He'd have to think about this carefully…
"Yeah," Miyako said slowly, running a hand through her violet-dyed hair. "So, not that I want to make things any more awkward, but I think you owe me at least some kind of explanation. What happened at that party last Friday? And are you…ok?"
"Okay?" he hissed, pushing her phone back into her hands and covering his face. The feelings of horror and embarrassment were enough to make him want to die. "No! How can I be okay?" He opened his mouth, trying to say that it had been against his will, and suddenly found that he could not. Pain gripped his stomach, and he cringed and fell silent. He was going to have to say something else. "That…." he wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "That picture…. has been seen by everyone at my school! Of course I'm not ok."
"I'm sorry," she said, patting his shoulder sympathetically. "I can see this comes as a shock to you, so I figured those weirdos at the party slipped something in your drink or something. They're just freaks, nobody thinks you're a slut."
He stared at her, begging her silently to understand what her own words meant. How could she acknowledge that he might have gotten raped, and yet act like it was no big deal? Again he tried to say something, and could not. He let out a groan in frustration. "Miyako, you aren't making me feel any better," he grumbled. She was doing a pretty good job of making him feel worse. A slut, she says. I get gang-raped by who knows how many people, and she says 'slut'? I think I'm going to be sick… Listen to your own words, Miyo! Help me out here!
"I'm curious what this caption means, though," she added, opening her phone and staring at the picture with a thoughtful expression. "What is it referring to? Number 21… is that the number of pictures they took? The number of people they screwed? Or maybe…" her voice softened, drifting off into an awkward whisper. "…twenty-first climax?"
Daisuke grabbed the phone away from her furiously, wordless sounds of horror gurgling in his throat. Immediately, he deleted the image from her phone. "Shut up! Stop looking at it!" he pleaded. That's me! I can't stand that she's looking at it…that ANYONE is looking at it! What sick bastard took that picture? He forgot for a second that it was useful to him, and all he could think about was getting it erased from every phone at school.
"A-anyway," Miyako blushed, "as your friend I wanted you to know what was going on. Just… watch yourself, but don't get too down about it. Your friends are here for you." She stood and patted him on the shoulder, took her phone back from his hand, and walked away as though she felt too awkward to stay any longer.
So much for my friends being with me, he thought. She can't even look at my face, and won't even realize what her own words implied. Or is that the incubus's power at work too?
When she had left, Daisuke knew that he was feeling too sick to stay at school any longer. He stood from the corner he'd been hiding in, and walked out of the school with his bag in his hands. He didn't bother stopping at his locker, didn't hear the cat calls and insults that random students called out at him. With his brain in a sickened fog, he fled from the school toward the safety of the gate.
His parents had a lot to answer for, and he wasn't going to wait any longer.
-o-
"You what!?" Yamato's voice screeched on the other side of the phone. Takeru held it away from his head, wincing a little, and then put it back when it was safe. "TK, tell me you're joking!"
Takeru smiled faintly, amused at how his brother still used the odd nickname he'd used to go by as a kid. His brother was at college, and since he was alone at home with everything that happened nagging on his mind, he'd somehow picked up the phone and called his older brother to talk about it. It didn't matter that he'd spent the better part of the day throwing up from the agony disobeying the incubus's order had caused him, telling his brother had been worth it. Besides, Yamato wasn't "the authorities", so it was enough of a loophole to get the words out."
"I got… urgh… drugged and banged pretty hard on Friday," he repeated. Even as the words were out of his mouth, he found himself leaning over the bucket once more and hurling his guts. There was blood this time. Maybe he should stop repeating himself.
Yamato's response was a whole lot of swearing.
"I only went to the party because Daisuke went, and he only went because Hikari got pressured into going," he said, continuing his explanation anyway. Hell this hurts so much. Worth it though, I won't let some demon control me. "I kind of figured if we were all being careful, nothing would happen. But…"
"Why would you even go to those things?" Yamato shouted at him. "Don't you know that sex is the whole reason they throw those stupid parties? It's all about the orgies! Of course something is going to happen if you go!"
"They had them when you were in school too?" Takeru asked, wiping his mouth with a tissue. Just how long had Kaz been going to their school enslaving students as his sex toys? He hadn't gotten Yamato too…. had he?
"Some people were really obsessed," Yamato growled. "I steered clear, you know? Besides there was the digital world, and my music. I wasn't interested in that sort of thing. I never thought you were, either. Have you told the police? Why did you go to begin with?"
He found he couldn't manage any explanation of the incubus at all, and gave up trying. A placating answer would have to do. "Don't worry, I'm doing what I need to do to protect myself, and my friends. I promise. And I already told you why I was there, I couldn't let Daisuke go alone."
"Why the hell not? If he wants to hang with that kind of crowd why are you even hanging out with him? You shouldn't have gone!"
"No it's more than that, and he doesn't hang with that kind of crowd, that's just it. They were targeting him, and I wanted to protect him. If anyone was going to touch him, then it should be-" Takeru stopped speaking, a blush heating his face. What was he about to say there? That if anyone would touch him, it would be me? What am I saying?
His face contorted into an odd grimace, as though he was trying to figure that out for himself. When had it all started? When did Daisuke stop being the loveable dork that cheered everyone up, and become the ridiculously irresistible sex magnet that everyone at school was trying to tap? The change had not been overlooked by anyone, even among their group of closest friends. His energy was contagious, and when he got excited about anything, all eyes were on him.
I'm not even gay, and even I keep finding myself getting turned on by him! He thought, holding his forehead with a repressed groan. If he gets too close, I'm intoxicated by his smell. I keep wondering what he tastes like. How can I think these things about my best friend? He keeps trying to deny what that demon said about him but… I can't help feeling it's right on the money.
On the other end of the line, Yamato sighed loudly. "Never mind," he said in resignation, "I think I already know."
Takeru seated himself on his couch, staring listlessly around his empty apartment. His brother's words had made him curious. "What do you mean?" he asked.
Yamato coughed, growing awkward. "Well, you remember how crazy his sister Jun was about me, back when I was in high school?"
"How can I forget?" Takeru attempted a chuckle. "We had to come up with so many ridiculous ways to keep her from finding you."
"Yeah, well after we got a little bit older, she was talking with me about it. It was one of the most awkward conversations I've ever had." He groaned, and Takeru could hear the sound of a beer bottle being opened up in the background. "She told me that her family suffers from an insatiable sex drive that kicks in around the time they're fourteen or fifteen. I thought she was making it up, but then she starting talking about how her parents had to tell her things like 'it's not good for your body to orgasm too many times, so try not to have multiple-orgasms every time you have sex' and cautioning her that 'other people can't keep going for twelve hours straight' and things like that. I seriously thought my ears were going to start bleeding."
Takeru was having a similar reaction, choking on his own tongue and holding his stomach in shock and disbelief. He wasn't sure whether to be disgusted, or slightly turned on.
Yamato was silent, chugging his beer for a moment, before exhaling in satisfaction. "Anyway, she told me that Daisuke would probably end up just as horny, and tried to get me to promise to whack him on the head if he got too desperate for sex. Like I would do that. I'm at college! Anyway, if Daisuke's getting invited to those parties, you should just try to stay away as much as possible. If he's anything like his sister, he probably just wants to have sex."
"No," Takeru said gravely. "I don't think that's the issue. It's…" he sighed, and leaned his head against the back of the couch. How could he even put it into words? It just sounds like Jun is confirming what that incubus said. They're sex demons too, and she was just coming up with another more palatable explanation for Yamato instead of the truth.
"Daisuke isn't really like that," he defended. "He doesn't chase after sex, but he doesn't have to. He's got this energy that just makes people attracted to him, and it doesn't help that his looks have improved either. And after what happened this weekend…"
"Are you…do you like Daisuke?" Yamato asked, interrupting him.
"No!" Takeru blurted, but his face turned bright red immediately. "You're missing the point! I'm just saying that instead of Daisuke being the one out chasing sex, it's everyone else that's been targeting him!"
There was a long silence on the other line, as Yamato downed the last of his beer in one go. When he finished, he sighed regretfully. "I get it," he said. There was sadness in his tone. "You weren't the only one that they banged on Friday, were you?"
"No," Takeru mumbled. He closed his eyes, wishing so hard that it wasn't true. He managed to keep from throwing up again, at least. "It was terrible, Nii-san…"
"TK…. I'm sorry buddy," Yamato cringed. "I wish I could help you. But…"
"It's fine. Just talking to me helps. I just need to talk to someone outside of all this, and try to get some clarity to my thoughts."
"Yeah," Yamato replied. He was quiet for a moment, before clearing his throat awkwardly. "You know," he said slowly, "after talking with Jun about all that, I did notice something different about her. She's actually pretty good-looking, all of the Motomiyas are. And she had ridiculous stamina, we all knew that. And then hearing what she said about multiple orgasms…" he coughed, his voice dropping a few decibels in awkwardness. "I ended up sleeping with her. It was like I couldn't resist."
Takeru swallowed. His curiosity overcame how uncomfortable it was to talk about this. "And?" he asked. Suddenly he felt afraid. Jun wouldn't really… steal his brothers soul… would she? She was their friend, right?
Yamato laughed once, under his breath. "Damn, I've never, ever met anyone else who could climax that many times. We had sex for hours until I was the one who crashed. Best sex I've ever had, to this day."
All he could do was nod, and try to swallow the lump in his throat. "Huh," he finally replied, not knowing what to say. That doesn't tell me if she stole his soul or not. "Do you ever… feel compelled to go back to her?"
"No, that fling was a one and done thing. I don't think I've even thought of her until today."
"Oh." Takeru breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't steal it. He would know, just as I know that my soul was claimed. I feel it without a shadow of a doubt, and that stupid demon's face is locked in my mind. If he doesn't feel that, she didn't do it to him. Maybe Daisuke's family has some decency after all? He'd have to chew on that information for a while.
"Listen TK, it sounds like Daisuke suffers from the Motomiya curse, just like Jun. And if those bastards fucked him like that, then they probably just made things worse. Jun's the one who said that once you turn on a sex drive that strong, sating it becomes a pretty hard thing to do."
Meaning Daisuke's going to start wanting it the more his demon form awakens. He may be against it now, but what if that changes? Takeru sighed, not knowing what to do with that information. "So what am I supposed to do?" he demanded, feeling frustrated and helpless.
His brother's voice was dead serious as he replied. "Resist him with all your might, TK," he cautioned. "Whatever you do, don't sleep with him."
"You're talking about my best friend," Takeru pointed out, though he wasn't arguing with the advice. He just didn't want to admit that he already wanted to. His face flushed hot once more. "We're both guys you know. I'm not gay."
"You don't have to be. I'm telling you, TK, don't let yourself get too close to him if you don't want to get sucked into that. But I mean, whatever he's your friend, so do what you want. I'm not one to talk having slept with Jun."
"It's not that simple, you know," Takeru was starting to get annoyed. "All this happened against my will, against all of our wills. None of us wanted this." He gripped his stomach, finding himself gripped by horrible pain. I've got to stop talking about it, or I really might die… "All I'm saying is, I know what you're talking about when it comes to Daisuke. I really do. But that doesn't mean I'm going to act on it. Why are you acting like like this?"
Yamato groaned, really groaned, as though his whole being was in pain. He was silent for almost two minutes before he finally pushed himself to reply. "Because," he said quietly. "One you sleep with one of them… you can never… never go back…"
All at once Takeru felt sick. One of them? Incubi? Oh no… maybe, maybe she did take his soul after all. Is he saying that Daisuke would do the same to me? "Nii-san…"
"Let's just change the subject," Yamato said quickly. "What's most important here is you, and what happened to you. I'm going to murder those bastards, just you wait."
"Focus on your school, I've got things covered on my end," Takeru lied. He had a feeling that he might not survive what happened if Yamato intervened. But he didn't try very hard to dissuade him. Who else could he turn to besides his brother in a situation like this?
"You think I'm going to just sit back and do nothing? You don't know me very well."
"Heh, I guess there's no stopping my big bro."
"You better believe it."
Eventually Yamato had to go, and after his brother hung up the phone, Takeru slumped over on the couch with a groan of pain. "I don't regret telling him," he whispered. Even so, the conversation had left him with a gnawing feeling of anxiety and questions he was afraid to know the answer to.
It caused him no end of grief that he couldn't decide what he wanted more; to find out the truth, or to never find out.
At least he had reached out for help. It was a start. And Yamato won't let me down.
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This is actually incredibly fun for me to write, and definitely a new experience for me. I obviously have much to learn, but it's fun to put this story and these ideas together and see how they will turn out.
Don't worry, the moodiness and angst dies down a bit. But it's going to get a lot more steamy, if you catch my drift.
Thanks for reading, I look forward to seeing you next chapter as well.
~Rukatofan