"You want me to come with you, right?" Hiwatari grabbed his jacket and opened the door for Daisuke when a known "Yes" slid from the boy's tongue. After having sex with Satoshi, Niwa agreed to counseling, obviously disturbed by his twisted show of affection to his father, though not as greatly by consenting with his best friend. But the fact that he could not control any of the acts scared him even more.
Who knew what he would do next? Maybe seduce that monster and...
The possibilities wracked his muscles as his mind thought of different scenarios. Before any of them could happen, he would put his trust into this "counseling" he heard so much about
... ...
"So, Daisuke... Can you explain what has happened?" A lady with dark red hair, about mid-thirties, asked. The room they were in was dimly lit, as if too much light would shine on the deepest truths and reveal them to the public, a comfortable hubble, but the woman cockling him was... uneasy if anything.
"Um... W-well..." The boy paused, unsure of what was appropriate in this kind of situation. Thankfully, Hiwatari cut in,
"The ordeal has been relived too many times to be reiterated."
Mrs. Sessa, the plaque on the table informed Satoshi of this, looked a bit frustrated but pointed at the door to her sub-office. With Hiwatari in tow, they exited the room, leaving Niwa by himself.
Lowering his voice, Satoshi whispered to the councilor, "He was molested and raped by his father. The man has Dissociative Reaction, so he doesn't remember any of it. Daisuke forgot what had happened, and a few days ago he found out. After nearly going through the whole process again, he attempted castration, and ended up in the hospital where his father was. I observed them interacting together... Kosuke was... reluctant but Daisuke forced him into ... violating him...
"When we got home, he begged me to..."
The look on the woman's face told of homophobia. It was only a flash, but Satoshi noticed her eyes radiate disgust, breath hitch at the thought of two males together, and the ultimate proof- a shudder visibly traveling her body, causing her face to cringe and mouth to frown slightly.
"So..." she continued without pausing, ignoring her obvious loathing, "It's unusual for him to consent to having sex?" Confusion was apparent, obviously she didn't understand that gay men (although that wasn't to say Daisuke was gay) did not spread their legs to anything with multiple legs.
"Very. He hated having his father touch him... I'm assuming he has multiple personalities."
The woman walked away without further questioning, and entered the room with Daisuke. She sat in front of the boy while Satoshi sat to his side.
"What do you feel like when this 'other person' takes control?"
Daisuke formed his words carefully, "I... don't feel anything."
"Hm? Explain."
"I don't know. It's only happened once... When it happened, it felt like Dar- erm..."
"What were you saying? Dark?"
"…Darkness... I'm consumed by darkness." Daisuke sighed internally. Thanking his ability to lie for choosing now to obey.
"So when Kosuke was touching you, that didn't happen?"
Niwa froze, absolutely appalled by that things name being spoken with such grace. Whispering with trembling words, the boy spat, "Never."
"Alright." The woman paused. She observed Daisuke's mannerisms, finding his actions normal, a bit uneasy, but nothing out of sorts. "If at all possible, I would like to see your 'other' self. I know the switch is at random... But, call me so I can at least speak to him."
... ...
"I almost told her it feels like Dark taking over..." Daisuke muttered in the limousine. Satoshi sat across from him, hand splayed across his eyes, his pointer and middle finger parted slightly, peeking at Niwa's every move.
"I noticed." Hiwatari mumbled back. He was more exhausted than anything, but his friend was in front of him, pleading for some means of help. Lifting his hand from impeding his view, he saw Daisuke on the verge of tears. "It's not Dark. He wouldn't want this."
"Th-thank you..."
... ...
A whole day passed without incident, one day out of summer break with normalcy. Daisuke acted like he had before, as if forgetting about everything that had happened. Hiwatari remembered not to put it past him.
Emiko came up in one uncensored conversation, though Niwa did not appear upset. It was as though he didn't connect the dots. His mother didn't protect him against Kosuke. Though maybe he denied even that fact.
However, it wasn't truly a full day. More like half a day without incident. On the night after Daisuke had visited the councilor, Takeshi spent the night. Although the day was uneventful- just a day sitting inside, watching TV, resting- didn't mean anything was bound to occur.
Daisuke could hear the voices in the room beside his. Hushed panting and debauch creaking. Greatly disturbed by his memories and the fact that two males were exploring each other's bodies in the room next to his, Daisuke closed his eyes. Fervently wishing he were asleep.
... ...
"Slow down." Satoshi commanded; though his words were of no avail, as Takeshi continued the almost violent pace.
"Dai's asleep by now, there's nothing to worry about." The reporter forced Hiwatari's hands back on his hips, guiding him on Satoshi's heated length. They shared a brief kiss before Takeshi's bottom devoured even more.
"I'm not worried about that-"
"For once." The brunette interceded, quickly nullifying the comment with a breathy moan.
"It has been some time since..." Satoshi paused when the reporter made a sharp movement, obviously startling both of them.
"It's only been a week... Jeez..."
"Actually... The day before last, Daisuke..." Now able to speak to his lover about this, Satoshi felt more relaxed. Not to mention what was happening. Before, with that woman, he didn't want her to know the specifics, as if the details would separate himself further from humanity.
"You speak about me while fucking?"
Heavily involved in coitus, Takeshi and Satoshi turned in confusion at the unknown voice. Finally discovering that it was Daisuke, the couple felt a bit more at ease, yet embarrassed by their position.
Niwa smiled, taking in the full scene. Satoshi lay on the bed, hands placed possessively on the reporter's hips, while Takeshi sat on top riding him.
"C'mon, Dai. It was just gettin' good! What do you want?" Takeshi blared, a bit frustrated by the interruption.
Daisuke licked his lips, "I wanna join."
Satoshi quickly reached for the phone, located on a bed side table. Takeshi's hand stopped his. "Who're you callin? The rest of the block so they can join too?"
"No." Hiwatari spat. Alerted by his anger and Saehara's hurt face, he explained more efficiently, "Niwa's councilor told me to call her when his other side appeared."
"What? We're in the middle of something!" Takeshi screamed, ignoring the show of protectiveness, "Your cock is in my ass! You're not stopping."
"Your cock could be in my mouth." Niwa not so subtly suggested to the reporter. A spark of interest lit up precariously. Satoshi saw this and instantly rebuffed,
"No."
"But, Satoshi. You didn't deny me last time..."
Takeshi glared down. But Satoshi wouldn't let this look affect him. He had tried to tell Takeshi.
As if getting back at him, Takeshi made a hand gesture, "C'mon, get on the bed."
Within seconds Niwa was naked and next to the couple. However it took a few hesitant moments to get situated so Satoshi kneeled behind Takeshi while Niwa was below him sucking his cock, and every so while Saehara would gently nibble on Daisuke's.
Shame constantly flowed through Hiwatari's mind. Takeshi's cries for more dampened this guilt, and as he trudged on, Daisuke's whimpers joined his lover's. Later he would regret this, all of them would... Following Takeshi's orders, Hiwatari pounded into him harder, extending his arms around Saehara's chest and hugging his back. Later. Not now.
... ...
Daisuke woke surrounded by a thick smell of sweat and semen. An unknown room, he found when he quickly scanned the territory. Though known people slept with him- Takeshi to one side with Hiwatari to the other.
A brief inspection and Daisuke found that they were all naked; that slimy aroma radiating from the mass of nude males. Taking in the situation a third time, Niwa discovered there was no room for error. Something had happened last night. Snapping up, dislodging two sets of hands from his body, the boy struggled out of the bed.
Immediately he spotted his clothes in a pile in the corner, implicating that he had stripped them off willingly. Before he could grab them and make his escape, a body from the bed stirred and groggily sat up.
"Why're you up so early?" Takeshi asked, not really caring, just wanting to cuddle next to Satoshi and sleep some more.
"W-why was I in your bed?" Daisuke inquired, urgency leaking through his crazed gestures.
"You don't remember?" In that moment Satoshi woke and joined his boyfriend's gaze. Seeing Daisuke, the normal Daisuke, Satoshi immediately recognized what was happening. This was the later he foresaw.
"No! I don't remember! Why am I standing here naked? I don't know!"
"Niwa, it's alright. You didn't do anything wrong." Hiwatari's mollifying voice broke through his tirade. And for that moment Daisuke was at peace. "What's the last thing you remember?'
Niwa stood recollecting his thoughts, "Last night... I heard you... and then I fell asleep. So why am I here?"
"Well..." Satoshi cleared his throat, stalling as much as he could, "We engaged in..."
"I did it with both of you?"
Takeshi wrapped his arms around Satoshi, who fought him back. However, the reporter won, "Yea. It's cuz I got mad at him..."
"So you used me?" Niwa asked incredulously. Not only did he have a three some with his gay friends, but he was a remedy for a lover's spat.
"No. Niwa, you weren't used." Satoshi intercepted the boy's mind. His thoughts were going in circles. He was suffering from something; his friends knew and exploited it, which made the illness worse.
"But you had sex with me."
Hiwatari bit his tongue. How could he explain that he was in the middle of releasing his pent up urges when this decision was made? His hormones were raging and he just went with the flow.
No. He knew it was all wrong, but Satoshi still conceded. Only because Takeshi wouldn't have forgiven him. His boyfriend would reject him and go after the vulnerable Niwa.
Or was it a form of protection? He did it instead of having Daisuke run to his father and have even more serious regrets.
"Niwa. Let me call the councilor..."
Daisuke nodded, teary eyed, and silently retreated to his own bedroom. Satoshi reached across Takeshi and grabbed the phone, not even responding when Takeshi kissed his shoulder reassuringly. If he were to respond, Hiwatari knew it would be in anger.
... ...
"I know that you called me because of an emergency... But I wanted to clear up something first..." The councilor, Mrs. Sessa, Satoshi recalled, opened a folder and looked inside regrettably. "I spoke with Kosuke's councilor..."
Niwa flinched at the man's name.
"He never had Dissociative Reaction."