Unintentionally

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Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Digimon.

Warning: This story is rated M for highly sexual, mature and supernatural content. This entire chapter is a lemon. Please read with discretion.

This chapter is dedicated to The Keeper of Worlds. Thank you for your support, you don't know how much it means to me man.

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Chapter Five

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Hikari walked into Takeru's apartment, finding the door unlocked. It worried her how quiet it was. Carefully closing and locking the door, she made her way with silent steps into the living room and looked around.

Daisuke was curled up on the couch, facing away from her. Though he was tense, his breathing was even, suggesting that he was in a light sleep.

She moved past him, coming to Takeru's room. The door was closed. "Takeru," she said quietly, knocking once on the door. She heard him moving on the other side, and in a few short seconds, the door opened toward her.

He looked terrible. His face was pale, and he wore an expression of acute stress. "Hey," he said quietly, moving aside so she could enter. His room, as usual, was spotless. The bed was made, and the floor was clear. It made it feel like a safe and open place to be. As she made her way inside and stood in the center of the room, he closed the door and sat down, leaning his back against it.

He looks exhausted, she thought. Inside her, she could feel her chest growing tight with equal feelings of anxiety and frustration. But I can't just hesitate. I have to say what's on my mind. Moistening her lips with her tongue, she sat down on the floor, looking at him. "Takeru, there's something I need to confess to you."

He looked at her, a flicker of something entering his eyes. She couldn't decipher it. "I guess there's something I'm trying to figure out too," he said quietly. "But you're the only one I can talk to about it."

I'm always the friend, the one they can trust. She grimaced, feeling hurt. That isn't what I want.

"I'm really confused, Hikari," Takeru groaned. He held his face with one hand, and it trembled slightly. "Every time he's near me, I'm confused. It's all I can think about! It stresses me out so much."

"So, you like him," Hikari said darkly. Her eyes moistened, and she turned away. It hurts… "Just accept it."

"I don't know!" Takeru cried. "The thing is, acknowledging that I like him doesn't make me feel any better! The only thing that makes me feel better is… is…" his voice trailed off, and pulling his hand away from his face, he looked up at her with glistening eyes. "..is you Hikari."

Her stomach tightened, and her insides squirmed with butterflies. "So now you're saying you like me?" she asked quietly. "Which one is it?"

"D-don't ask me that," Takeru trembled. "I don't know."

She let out a long, shuddering sigh. With just those words, he took the pain and misery that she'd been struggling with for weeks and tossed it aside. Hope surged in her chest. Maybe, it's not so impossible after all. "Takeru, I've got my own problem, and all this time, I thought that I would just have to suffer through it alone," she said. She wiped tears from her eyes. "But I think you're the only one I can talk to about it."

He nodded, his expression genuine. "I'm here for you," he said. "Always."

The truth in his words made her cry. "You see, ever since that night, whenever I get scared, whenever I think I'll never be okay again, I remember you and Daisuke. I remember how you came to my rescue, and how you both went through what I went through." She closed her eyes, afraid to look at him as she spoke. "How you both held me in your arms so that I could go to sleep without fear until that stupid incubus finally let us go. I've never forgotten that warmth. It's haunted me every day, and every night. Takeru I… I like you."

He looked up in surprise as she stood and walked over to him, and then made room for her so that she could lean against his bedroom door beside him.

"I like you," she said again, looking at him in the face. "But I also like Daisuke. Every time I try to figure out who I like more, I start crying!" as if to accentuate her words, streams of tears poured from her eyes. "It hurts so bad, I can't bear to think about it. Why can't I have both of you? It isn't fair! And every day I have to resist Daisuke's pull with all of my strength. It doesn't help that when he comes over, you invite me over too. What are you trying to do to me? Are you trying to make me suffer?"

He shrank back, as though she had slapped him. "Hikari I… I'm sorry…"

"Idiot!" she sobbed, burying her face into his shoulder. "If it's just the three of us in the room, I get so excited, turned on, frustrated, depressed, so many things it drives me crazy! It's not fair to keep doing this to me!" her hands gripped his shirt as she cried, and her body trembled uncontrollably. "If… if I can't have you both… I really will…"

His arms wrapped around her body. She cried and cried, unable to stop herself, until all of her feelings rushed out of her. It was a relief, to just let go and pour it all out.

Now he knew everything. He knew that she loved them both, and couldn't choose between them. It was cruel of her. But it was cruel to her as well.

Either way, my heart will end up broken. Because I can't have them both, can I?

"We're probably leaving a key person out of this discussion," Takeru said quietly, after she had been quiet and still for a while. He pulled back, watching her with aching eyes. "Even if you and I feel exactly the same, we'll both just end up crushed if Daisuke doesn't want it."

"How am I supposed to tell him?" Hikari sniffed, wiping her eyes with her hands. "How can I say to him, 'Daisuke I love you and Takeru both so, please love both of us!' out of the blue? I can't do that!"

"I can't say that I love you both," Takeru said, grimacing. "Because I don't know. But there is one thing I do know. If it's you and Daisuke, you're the only ones who get me, the ones I never have to be fake with, and the two people I care about the most. I think about you every day, and I can't stand the idea of either of you being with anyone else besides me. So if anyone is truly selfish here, it's me."

"So what do we do now?"

"Here's an idea," a voice muttered. It came from the other side of the door they were leaning on, shocking them both into terrified silence. "Why don't you get out here and talk about it to my face, instead of hiding in Takeru's room and leaving me out?"

Hikari shuddered, finding her body instantly overwhelmed with adrenaline. Daisuke! She thought, hyperventilating. She didn't know whether to be terrified or excited. What if he's sickened by me? What if he never wants to hang out with us again?

Takeru also seemed to be affected, and he remained frozen with his face flushed red, and his heart beating wildly in his chest.

On the other side of the door, Daisuke let out a tired sigh. "You two really are a pain. I really wish you'd stop pretending. It's not like I don't notice."

"Pretending what?" Takeru cringed.

Suddenly, the door behind them opened, and they fell backwards onto the floor. Looking up, they saw Daisuke leaning over them, staring down at them with his powerfully magnetic gaze. Hikari absently noticed she was having trouble breathing.

"You really want me to say it out loud?" Daisuke whispered. His eyes swirled with deep emotions, and his caramel skin flushed slightly. "If you keep pretending you don't want me, I might actually believe you, and give up hoping." He lowered his voice, staring at them both intently. "You're not the only ones turned on, here."

Thundering.

Hikari's heart was thundering.

She could only stare up at him, feeling helpless in his gaze, drinking in the sight of him with her eyes. Finally feeling like she didn't have to resist him, she studied the lines in his face, admiring what she could see of his neck and collarbones through his v-neck t-shirt. It didn't help that Takeru was lying so close beside her, his own heart beating so rapidly, she could feel it through his skin.

Takeru swallowed. "So what now?" he whispered. They could hear the fear in his voice.

"I don't know," Daisuke smirked. "That's up to you. But make up your mind quickly. If you think I'm going to sit back and do nothing after hearing you two confess like that, you're sorely mistaken."

Hikari felt him shiver, but she couldn't tear her eyes off of Daisuke's body to look at him. When no one spoke, she found she couldn't stand the silence any more. "Do you know the real reason I came over today?" she asked. Both boys looked at her in silence. "It's because I knew from Takeru's voice; I knew that something was going to happen between you two. And that's when I realized that, if I'm not there too, I'll really be crushed." She pulled herself up, sitting on her knees and looking first at Daiuske, kneeling in the hall, and then to Takeru, lying on his back in the doorway with his chest rising and falling rapidly. Now she could see the bulge in both of their pants, and it excited her. A smile slowly spread across her face. "What do you say?" she asked seductively. "Wanna try it with the three of us?"

Takeru was frozen. His breath stopped in his chest, as he stared at them with wide eyes. But that didn't stop his erection from bulging even more in his pants.

Daisuke, on the other hand, only paused for a moment, before suddenly he reached his hand out and grabbed Hikari's neck, pulling her toward him. Then his mouth was on hers. Soft, moist, gentle and rough all at once, it astounded her how good his kiss was. Within seconds, she was feeling hot and desperate, from head to toe. They continued kissing, leaning over Takeru's body.

He stared at them, a strange mixture of arousal and jealousy locked on his face. It was like he didn't know what to do.

Hikari felt her body melting into whatever Daisuke led. He's so different, she marveled, amazed at the change that had come over him. Where once there was frustration and tension, now there was a deep magnetism that seemed to suck her and Takeru in. They were hopelessly trapped by his energy, like tiny pieces of wood being tossed around by the ocean in a storm. Even if it was the supernatural powers that came from his lineage, she didn't care. It meant so much more, and he truly did like her. His attraction and magnitude were nothing like Kaz's.

The hand holding her neck slipped downward, tracing the lines of her throat, and made its way to the edge of her shirt. When Daisuke slipped his hand upward against her skin and began to touch her right breast, she felt a jolt of pleasure go up her spine.

She peeked one eye open, looking down at Takeru watching them. It drove her arousal to an even higher level when she noticed that Daisuke had not forgotten him either. With his other hand, Daisuke touched Takeru's face, gently sliding his fingers down his cheek to his jaw. Then he began to lean forward, giving himself room so that he could continue dragging his fingertips down Takeru's neck into his shirt.

He found one of Takeru's nipples, and began to pinch and massage it gently.

Takeru jolted, gasping in surprise. "W-wait!" he gasped, finding his voice. He tried to sit up, but found himself shoved back down by both Hikari and Daisuke's hands. "Guys…"

"Wait?" Daisuke breathed, pulling away from Hikari's mouth. He turned his gaze downward, fixing Takeru with his burning stare. "Make up your mind, Takeru. If you don't want me to do it, I'll go. That's a promise." He watched his friend in silence for a moment, and began to pull away.

Takeru's hand shot upward, grabbing Daisuke's shirt in desperation. "Wait," he repeated, cringing. His cheeks burned with embarrassment.

The corners of Hikari's mouth turned up in a smile. Seeing them both like this was killing her, making her heart race and her cleft between her legs moist. She was so turned on it hurt, but it didn't even matter. Is this real or a dream? She thought. She pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside, and smirked when both boys turned to stare at her chest in amazement.

They'd seen her naked before. But this time, it meant so much more.

"What are you waiting for?" she taunted them. "You're not going to let me be the only one undressing here, right?"

As if on cue, both boys straightened, their breathing uneven as they pulled off their clothes. In only a matter of seconds, the three of them were stripped naked, sitting in Takeru's doorway and staring at each other.

Takeru cleared his throat with a blush. "Maybe let's come all the way inside my room," he suggested.

They moved inside, sticking to the floor as if they were afraid to go to the bed. Daisuke pulled the door closed and turned to them. "There's still time to back out," he said quietly. His eyes swirled with desire mixed with hesitation.

Hikari groaned in frustration. "Will you two just fuck me already?" she cried.

They stared at her in shock, as if not knowing what to say. But then they gave in, and their hands moved toward her as one.

She succumbed to their touches with great relief.

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It had taken them a while to really get going. Daisuke could tell that they were all aroused, that they all wanted it, but the hesitation was strong. Whenever one person started getting more attention than the others, Hikari or Takeru would get weird, and he would have to find a way to change his tactics.

Doing it between three people really was hard.

At first he had stuck with foreplay. They were too nervous to really relax, so it had mostly been kissing and fondling, and getting used to each other's touch. Takeru's skin was extremely sensitive, so much so, that if they barely touched him he responded. Hikari on the other hand, craved touch so powerfully, she couldn't stand to be separated from either of them for very long.

In the end, it just meant that Daisuke was doing all the work.

He had to work hard to get them to relax. At one point, he made Hikari lie down on her back and began to lick her lower regions, while he practically lay on top of Takeru and jerked him off with his hand at the same time. That seemed to work well for a while, but it was distracting because he couldn't watch both of their faces at the same time as they orgasmed.

There was a moment after that where they were resting, taking their time to relax before they tried to continue, but he could see that they still wanted to do it as much as he did. It was actually a relief for him. Wouldn't it be frustrating if he did all this work to make them feel good, but he was left neglected in the end?

Daisuke exhaled slowly through his nose, his hands stroking their skin in fascination. Hikari is so soft and silky, he thought, marveling at how squishy and comfortable she felt to him. And Takeru muscles feel amazing. They're both so different, but at the same time they make me want them so bad. An odd smile fixed itself on his face. Am I really doing this with my best friends?

He saw that they were coming out of it, and decided to switch things up a little. Making sure Takeru stayed lying on his back, he went to Hikari and pulled her up into a sitting position. "Hikari," he said. "Get on Takeru."

The way he said it implied what he meant. Watching Hikari shudder with a smirk on his face, he knew that she had understood his intention. She nodded, crawling over to the blond and straddling his waist with her knees. She smirked down at his face. "Are you hard yet?" she asked, reaching a hand down and playing with his member. It began to stiffen up for her, so she giggled and kept stroking it. "I'm going to stick it in me."

Takeru nodded, panting. He placed his hands on her hips, helping her, as she slowly pressed herself down on him. "Ernnnn….." he groaned strangely, his eyebrows knitting together when she fully engulfed him. It seemed to be taking everything he had not to buck his hips.

"It's in," Hikari breathed heavily.

Daisuke nodded, swallowing. He hadn't thought that watching them do that would make him this hard. Coming toward them, he wrapped his arms around Hikari's waist and leaned over her shoulder, whispering into her ear and looking into Takeru's eyes as he spoke. "Make him feel good," he grinned. "And lean forward."

She nodded, leaning over and beginning to move her hips up and down. With her hands, she stroked Takeru's chest muscles, and with her mouth, she began to kiss him desperately. He responded eagerly, and still holding her hips with his hands, began to pound into her rhythmically.

Daisuke stuck his fingers in his mouth, moistening them, and then brought his hand down to Hikari's ass. He inserted one finger, smirking when she gasped and shuddered at the strangeness of the feeling. As she and Takeru continued to grind their hips, he moved his hand, pumping it against her skin, until she had loosened enough for a second finger. When he finally pushed in a third, not only her grunts, but Takeru's as well had gotten stronger. It was time.

"I'm going in," He said quietly, positioning himself over them and pushing his shaft slowly into her throbbing hole. Though it nearly drove him over the edge, he held on as long as he could, waiting to move until he was fully in, and Hikari stopped moaning in pain.

They paused moving for a while, gasping and breathing together in sync, until he felt that their rhythms were in unison. Only then did he begin to move.

It was a strange feeling, ramming into Hikari while she was being rammed into by someone else. Their three bodies kept slamming together, their sweat mingled, and their heart beats seemed to drown out all other sound. It was much better than any of the times he had plunged into Jun, and much, much better than what he could remember of the night he was banged.

Hikari was the first to reach her climax, she cried out sharply, almost screaming, and collapsed on Takeru's chest. Her body convulsed with contractions and squirms, and her fingers dug into his skin. After that, Takeru also came. His back arched upward so strongly, it caused even Daisuke to lurched forward involuntarily. Unlike Hikari though, his orgasm was completely silent, and he could only squeeze his eyes shut and shudder, helplessly overcome by the pleasure.

Daisuke's climax was far less exciting. When he was finished, he pulled out and lay on his side, watching them squirm, until they began to calm down once more. It's different, he thought with a grimace. I can orgasm, but I don't feel satisfied. But they've come twice, and they're already looking like they're done. Where does that leave me?

Several minutes passed in silence, as they concentrated on catching their breath, but then Takeru sat up and looked at Daisuke. A scowl formed on his face. "It's like we aren't doing anything," he mumbled darkly. "Don't you feel anything?"

"Of course I feel it," Daisuke shivered. He glanced away, feeling dejected. "It's the best I've ever felt in my whole life."

"But?"

He grimaced, not looking at his friend. "But I'm cursed, I guess." He would have said more, but suddenly Takeru was on top of him, pinning him down to the floor. Hikari watched them in amusement, not quite ready to join them. "Takeru?" Daisuke asked, looking up at his friend in surprise.

Takeru's eyes burned, holding him in place. "You have to tell me," he growled. "Tell me how you want it. And we'll do it for you."

How I want it? Daisuke thought, blinking. How do I want it? Every time I haven't really had a choice. So then… what do I want?

"If we're the only ones that feel good here, it defeats everything," Hikari whispered, pulling herself upright and scooting toward them. She leaned over, running her fingertips over Daisuke's skin. "How do you want it?"

He turned his head to the side, thinking carefully. Flashbacks of his hours with Jun came back to mind—though he tried hard to forget that it had been her he was sleeping with—and he tried to recall what felt the best. When he remembered, he swallowed. He looked away with a blush growing on his face. "I like it when… that is…" he lowered his voice to a whisper. "I want you to fuck me. Hard."

He could hear Takeru's breath get hitched in his throat. "You like it rough?" he asked, his voice taking on a hint of bewilderment.

Daisuke cringed, but he nodded his head once. "Y-yeah, I think I do."

Above him, Hikari panted wildly with desire, and there was a slight giggle to her voice as she spoke. "I think we can arrange that."

Takeru nodded. He was already hard once more.

Their desperate movements and positions after that made Daisuke's mind get lost in the throngs of lust. Takeru hesitated only for a moment, before shoving himself into Daisuke's hole all at once. The sharp pain and pleasure it brought him were so strong, he cried out strange syllables involuntarily. Hikari could not watch them long before she felt neglected, and she came forward eagerly.

Her knees straddled Daisuke's head, so that her aching cleft was right above his face. With her hands, she placed one on each of the boy's chests, feeling and pinching their skin. And with her mouth, she began to kiss Takeru with deep passion.

Daisuke shuddered and moaned, marveling at how much better it felt having Takeru in him than Jun's stupid strap on. He was hot, pulsing, hard and large all at the same time, making him lose his mind. He lifted his arms, pulling Hikari's hips toward him more, and began to lick her wet folds. She moaned in satisfaction.

I can't believe we're really doing this, he thought blindly. But it wasn't the kind of disbelief he'd felt while doing Jun. With her, he'd been constantly trying to forget what he was doing. The guilt and horror were so closely mingled with the lust and pleasure, that in the end, the stress made him feel worse rather than better. Doing it with his two best friends, though….

It felt so right.

For the first time, he felt like his fears and trauma were leaving his body like beads of sweat. The tension inside him that would never come out was beginning to rise to the surface like a volcano ready to erupt. And a peak of pleasure was coming, not quite ready, not quite this peak, but one was coming—one that would finally make him feel satisfied. This is what I wanted, he thought desperately.

His orgasm hit him violently. Crying out a strangled mix between Hikari and Takeru's names, like he couldn't decide which one to call out, he arched his back and bucked his hips, squirming and moaning in ecstasy. The blinding flashes of euphoria were so powerful, he had to wonder if any of his previous climaxes even counted as an orgasm.

Takeru came into him, crying out erotically, and Hikari fell into convulsions, squirting her juices all over Daisuke's face.

A minute later, the two of them pulled back, lying down and watching Daisuke with looks of surprise and amusement on their faces. It took him much longer to come down from his high. What did Dad say was typical? He thought, finally coming out of it. 15 seconds? What did I just experience then?

He panted heavily, lifting a hand and wiping his face absently. That was… amazing…

"You're still not done?" Hikari groaned, flopping onto her back and closing her eyes. "I think I'm going to crash any second now. How many orgasms does that make for me now? Two?"

"Three," Takeru said quietly. "First when Daisuke gave you oral, second when we were both inside you, and third just now."

"Mmm…." Hikari hummed happily. "Yeah, I really liked the middle one."

Daisuke shivered, blushing.

"You're hard already," Takeru sighed. He sat up with a groan, leaning over Daisuke with a compassionate grimace on his face. "Are you just easily turned on? Or did none of that even make a dent?"

His blush deepened, and he turned away, groaning. "I don't know!" he muttered. "But… I do know that tonight feels… way better… than…." His voice trailed off. He couldn't finish his sentence. Not to them. Not to anyone, ever.

Takeru's hand slid across his pelvis, taking hold of his shaft. "We're pretty much done," he said quietly, stroking upwards and downwards with agonizing slowness. "So we don't have much left in us. But I can't sit back while you're still suffering like this." He leaned over, breathing into Daisuke's ear. "So this is the last time tonight. I'll do it rough, just how you like it. So this time, don't hold back." His hand squeezed around Daisuke's member sharply, causing him to cry out.

Daisuke was in a fog. He couldn't figure out which way was up and which was down, as Takeru groped him harshly over and over. Biting and kissing his skin, Takeru explored every inch of him, relishing his every cry and shudder. At one point, he found himself face down on the floor, with his knees propping up his hips, and Takeru's dick thrusting into him. "A-ah!" he cried, squeezing his eyes closed and still seeing stars. "F-feels… so good…"

Hikari giggled, and Takeru made unintelligible noises in his throat. The thrusting got harder, the hands that pinched him became rougher, and the next time he cried out "Yes! T-ke—ru… harder!" he felt Takeru grab his waist tightly and bite sharply into his shoulder.

The feelings of pleasure that continued to attack him were overwhelming.

When he found himself on his back once more, Takeru slamming into him and gripping his penis with his hands, he realized that Hikari had joined in. She was unsatisfied with just watching, and with desperate motions, began to kiss his skin wherever she could reach him.

"Daisuke," Takeru whispered, grunting with every movement.

Daisuke peeked one eye open, looking upward and trying to concentrate. It felt so good…

"Daisuke stop trying to hold on," Takeru said. "Don't hold back. Just give in already."

Give in? he thought, trying to wrap his brain around the words. He turned his thoughts toward the emotions and sensations in his body, and suddenly felt he understood. Even with all the pleasure, he was still tense, still frustrated, and still wanting more. So is it me that's the problem? He thought vaguely. I'm the one keeping myself from being satisfied?

"Daisuke….Takeru…." Hikari breathed. "I love you."

Takeru cringed, and his dick suddenly grew larger inside Daisuke's ass. "I-I… I think… I love you too…" A blush covered his already red face.

Daisuke stared at them. He could hardly believe that he was lying here, being completely ravished, by the two most important people in his life. It just didn't seem like something like this would work. Sooner or later, we'll break apart. Something like this never works. But… while I can have them like this, I'm going to cherish it with all my heart. His heart lurched inside his chest, filled with warmth and ecstasy.

"Daisuke," Takeru whispered again. "Just give in. If it's not us… I wont… I can't stand anyone else having you!"

Can't stand? Daisuke grinned, his torso shuddering with sudden arousal. His eyes squeezed shut as his ecstasy grew closer to its peak. Yeah. I feel… the same… "H-harder," he moaned. He was so close…

"Only if this time, you give in," Takeru replied. "If you don't, then none of this will have done a thing. You have to be the one to surrender." He leaned over, grazing Daisuke's skin with his teeth, and then bit down on his collarbone. "Let go."

Let go, Daisuke thought. The stab of sensation jolted through him so strongly, it was all he could think about. Finally, the climax he'd been longing for hit him, and he closed his eyes and succumbed to it willingly. That's right, he thought blindly. I do want to surrender. No more being afraid.

Inside and out, his body relaxed its tension. And immediately after, the orgasm hit him violently.

He couldn't see, couldn't think, couldn't acknowledge anything except the ecstasy. Unaware of what he was doing, he simply let the experience hit him until he thought he might never come out of it again.

It seemed like forever when he finally began to come down, and though he still couldn't control his body, some of his awareness returned to him. Still squirming and writhing from the spasms in his muscles, he didn't bother trying to stop. The release was just as powerful as the orgasm, and he couldn't imagine wanting to do anything except slip into sleep and stay that way for as long as possible.

So this is the resolution stage, he thought, feeling a dopey smile spread across his face. He was helpless to stop it. I think I like this best of all.

"Lucky bastard," he heard Hikari chuckle. "It's been five minutes…"

"I'm going to sleep," Takeru's voice replied. He sounded so exhausted, and his words were slurred.

"Yeah," Hikari breathed. "Me too."

Daisuke followed suit, and slipped into unconsciousness without a word.

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Believe it or not, this chapter was extremely hard to write. I'd been trying to figure out how to make it happen, how to describe what I pictured in my mind, without making it boring or contrived. Not sure if I succeeded, but I tried.

Next chapter is going to get… interesting. Hehehehe…

Look forward to seeing your thoughts, and I'll catch you next chapter!

~Rukatofan