Happy New year!
Warnings: Incest, Trauma, Dub-con
The boy sat on a hospital bed, completely aware of his surroundings but choosing to spend time inside his mind. He hadn't spoken once since they left.
"You can bring him home," the doctor spoke to the child's "family". Though even his words expressed his concern, "Don't let him be alone. Try talking to him; have him go to a therapist. I don't know what happened in his past, but he needs help."
"Okay." Emiko, having rushed in once she got the phone call, answered tersely. She was disappointed by this. Would her two most loved men ever be normal?
"He visited a therapist once and has refused to talk to one since." Satoshi interrupted. He stood near her, Takeshi grasping his hand awkwardly. The tension between the two families' only broke when Daisuke was involved.
"Who is he living with now?"
Emiko tried to speak though Hiwatari cut her off, "Me."
The woman's anger was definite. She couldn't even say her own son lived with her. What kind of mother was she?
"If something like this happens again, Daisuke will come with me." Emiko spoke harshly. Ignorance created a farce of what happened. Hiwatari wasn't to blame, but in her mind it was the opposite.
The doctor stood by idly as Emiko and a teenager fought about the boy sitting in a hospital room after attempting to castrate himself.
"If he goes back with you, what do you think is going to happen?" Satoshi spat in a fit of protective anger. "You weren't there yesterday, and because of that he found out and relived all of it. Daisuke can't live with you as long as that man is there."
"Where were you!" Emiko yelled back; the commotion turned the boy's head towards them. "I'm not the only one to blame here. I'm trying."
"I saved him. You're not trying hard enough. Kosuke should be getting the mental help he needs, not sitting around at your home waiting for Daisuke to return."
"He is in counseling. There's only so much I can do!"
"What happens when neither of us is there? Daisuke will fall apart if it happens again. He's on the verge of leaving us now. I will not lose him."
"I-I'm trying..." Emiko began crying, covering her face with her hands in shame. A man suddenly appeared behind her, wrapping his hands snuggly around her.
Satoshi couldn't believe this. Takeshi held his hand tighter, expecting some sort of fight to break out. He was almost right.
"What the hell is he doing here!" Hiwatari bit back further words of anger. Emiko brought him here?
Kosuke stared at the teenager, guilt written all over his face. Satoshi returned the look, disgust breeding in his eyes. The revolting man was here.
"Get out of here before Daisuke sees you."
"I need to apologize." The man said. He looked to his child... who only returned his stare. Daisuke knew he was there.
"From what I've heard, I don't think that's the best thing. Daisuke needs rest," the doctor finally spoke after taking in most of the details in this family problem.
"Just give me two minutes, that's all I'm asking." Remorse....or an emotion akin to remorse glowed around Kosuke. The man seemed normal, but Hiwatari would never believe that.
Ignoring their stares, Kosuke entered the child's room. Hiwatari followed before the man could close the door. "I'm observing."
"Fine."
Kosuke neared Daisuke, though the child's face didn't contort or change. Maybe he forgot again...
When the boy stood up and closed the remaining distance with a kiss, Hiwatari knew something wasn't right.
"You're here..." Daisuke whispered. Kosuke froze in the child's embrace. Disconnecting their bodies, Kosuke placed the child on the bed, sitting in a chair facing him.
"Dai... This is wrong." The father spoke, as if he knew what turmoil the child faced now. "I-I'm different."
Hiwatari laughed derisively in the corner.
Kosuke ignored this and continued speaking to his son, "Daisuke, I'm sorry. You should have never experienced that."
"Don't apologize." Daisuke retorted, and a sly grin grew on his face, "I enjoyed every bit of it. I like it when you put your hands around my throat.... or force your cock inside me.... I like it."
"D-Daisuke?" The man only stared at his child, expecting him to break down or something. Daisuke's gaze only brought out the beast inside. Kosuke fought to bring back his self-control. Finding he was safe, the man attempted to clear things up. "No. Don't say that. I was sick when that happened. None of it should have..."
"C'mon...." Daisuke whined, seemingly forcing another kiss. Hiwatari witnessed the man's resolve crumbling. "Hold me..."
"Daisuke. Stop. I won't do that to you again. You need help, allow someone to do that for you."
"Then you help me." The boy crawled onto the man's lap, instigating another kiss. Satoshi watched this happen. Watched his friend force lips on his father. Watched the man's control waver and break.
Kosuke kissed back with as much fervor as his son mustered. The boy nipped at Kosuke, straddling the man, lolling his head back as Kosuke's lips pressed against his neck. The man held Daisuke's hips, trailing his hands up the boy's shirt while his tongue exploited the contours of the child's throat.
"That's enough." Father and son looked at Hiwatari, unaware that he had been there. However, neither of them moved from the other. "Daisuke, get off of him."
"Oh, we're in trouble...." The boy laughed, "We'll continue later."
Daisuke rose from his father's lap, obviously mad by the interruption, and settled on his bed.
Realization lit Kosuke's eyes. "No, we won't." His words were panicked. Immediately he left, storming out of the room. The doctor, Emiko, and Takeshi stared after him, wondering what had happened. They looked to Daisuke, seeing him stretch out on his bed, a smile playing on his lips.
Satoshi walked out of the room, knowledge dancing across his face, "Never let them be in a room together again."
... ...
"Daisuke, would you like to talk about what you're feeling?" Hiwatari asked, sitting alone with the boy in his room. Takeshi had been set free for the day, retiring to his own house to do chores and make dinner.
"Not particularly..." Niwa responded, looking around the room with deep interest.
"You need to. Bottling these feelings inside will only cause more harm." Satoshi attempted to persuade the boy. Though it seemed none of his words were actually piercing the child's mind. Finally the boy answered, finding these pestering questions were going to continue until he spoke up.
"My feelings right now.... Mostly anger and... This unyielding horniness."
Hiwatari was unfazed by this out-of-character display. He had a theory... but it was only that. A theory. "Why the anger?"
"You saw why. Kosuke wouldn't fuck me." The boy looked exasperated, "How is a kiss going to calm me? Pft. And that crap about being sorry. He liked it as much as I did."
"You enjoyed being raped?"
"Can't rape the willing," Daisuke joked. Obviously it wasn't as funny as the boy supposed, finding his friend's face passed its usual seriousness. "Hey, I'm not bleeding anymore. Play with me."
"No," Satoshi said resolutely. "I will not defile you."
"But... Satoshi.... I wanna be touched... Your cock would fit so snuggly inside me..."
"Daisuke. No."
The boy slithered beside Hiwatari on the bed, attempting to grope the teen's nether region.
"I'm in a serious relationship."
"Oh, that's right... You're the bottom...." Daisuke bit his lip indecisively, then smiled wider, "But now is as good a time as any to learn."
Satoshi thought back to Takeshi. At first he was dominate, but as their relationship progressed, Takeshi demanded to enter his lover. Sometimes they traded off.
Niwa noticed the look brought on by reminiscing and unbuttoned the teen's jeans before he could say "no".
"Stop." Hiwatari persisted, "I will hurt you if I have to."
"No you won't. You can't hurt me. Besides, even if you do muster up the guts to do it, I'll like it." Daisuke kneeled on the floor in front of Satoshi, preparing to take the semi-hard arousal into his mouth.
"Daisuke, please. You'll realize that this isn't what you want and you'll be so ashamed that I didn't stop you."
"If what you say is true, and I didn't like Kosuke fucking me, then I'll thank you for easing the pain in my loins rather than me turning to my father again." Daisuke's logic made sense, despite Hiwatari's refusal to accept it.
Niwa swallowed his friend's manhood, lathering his saliva up and down the member. Hiwatari frowned at the boy, finding no pleasure whatsoever. He was skilled, true, but the bobbing motion on Satoshi's cock wouldn't convince his brain any.
"Enter me?" The boy asked, pulling down his own pants and straddling his nonchalant friend. Daisuke made a move to kiss him, but Hiwatari's lips moved away as his hands smoothed over Niwa's back in a comforting gesture.
Daisuke reached behind him to align Satoshi's cock with his entrance; seconds between evening the two parts and complete penetration nonexistent. Niwa gave a passionate moan as he was taken. He began bouncing on his friend's cock when a thought hit him.
"Move your hips, Satoshi..." Daisuke commanded and added, "Jeez, Takeshi was right..."
A surge of anger transformed into desire as Hiwatari flipped the boy onto his back and pounded into him. Why was Daisuke so different? He was being conned into this. He didn't want to do it. Daisuke's screams of pleasure brought the teen back to the present. Hiwatari noticed the bandages and stitches covering the boy's member falling into pieces as Niwa attempted to stroke it.
Blood soaked the protective layer. Daisuke had opened the wound, though he only moaned louder. Then Satoshi noticed how tight the boy was. Takeshi wasn't even this narrow his first time. Nevertheless, Hiwatari continued delving into Niwa, bestowing the boy's sadistic pleasure.
"Satoshi!" The boy screamed, digging honed nails into his friend's clothed shoulders. "Harder..."
Cries similar to sobs poured from the child, effectively shielding his eyes with his palms. Satoshi saw the wetness leak from Daisuke's eyes at the same time he noticed red seeping from the child's entrance, staining the sheets. The boy wiped his eyes in frustration. Hiwatari moved the child's hands from his face, alarmed to find Daisuke's gentle eyes rather than a needy masochist.
"Daisuke... what's wrong?"
"Hiwatari...."
Satoshi instantly pulled out of the boy. Startled and disgusted with himself, Hiwatari stood, fixing his pants and staring at the difference between what he saw now and earlier. Though the differences were in the personalities.
"I-I didn't want to..." Daisuke cried even harder, covering his face with his hands, just like how Emiko had done. "I-I saw everything... But I couldn't control my body. And I ... forced you into ..."
Hiwatari took the seat beside his friend, hugging the boy to him. Daisuke accepted the warm arms gratefully. "I even... kissed him..."
"No. That wasn't you. None of it was you." Satoshi responded, petting the boy's hair, mollifying him to the best of his abilities.
"I-I don't understand," Niwa spoke with mumbled words, shaken past the edge by the recent horrors.
"Daisuke... Have you heard of split personalities?"
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