Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Spring Fever ❯ Spring Fever ( One-Shot )

For Wind-chan, because she drew me lovely taisuke pr0n piccie! And because she's wonderful. ^_^

Important notes: This is hardcore porn. Lemon. NC-17. It's unashamedly perverse, so beware! This fic will include the following: Senpai type fetishy stuff, gay sex (you should expect this from me…), shota, and… not really rape, but maybe some convincing on the part of Taichi, the seme. ^_^;;

Important words

Shota - Little boy porn. Not TOO little, but Daisuke is like, young teens here.

Senpai - Upperclassmen. Put on the end of a name or said alone to signify respect / age difference / admiration, etc.

Kohai - the opposite of upperclassmen. Someone in a grade younger than you.

Doujinshi - fan made manga usually based on an anime or TV show characters, many times is porn

Manga - Japanese comics!

….I think that's it. X.x;

Spring Fever

"Over here, Daisuke!" Miyako called, waving an arm wildly from where she sat.

Daisuke turned and spotted Miyako and Hikari sitting in the grass. He grinned and ran over to join them, his bento in hand. The cherry blossoms were beginning to bloom, and his friends were sitting under one of the trees, enjoying the shade created by the pink flowers.

Joining the girls under the tree, Daisuke began unwrapping his lunch. He grinned and licked his lips. Jun had packed his lunch the night before, and he was pleased to see she'd made octopus, one of his favorite foods. Digging in, it took him a few moments to realize his friends hadn't even said hello yet, and he looked up to scowl at them.

"I love this one," Miyako said in a dreamy tone of voice, waving a thin comic book around. "Mimi-oneesama left me this whole box of doujinshi when she came back last month!"

"She still had things here?" Hikari asked, sipping chocolate milk.

"Yeah, they had stuff in storage. She said I could have these 'cause she'd read them so many times. But you know, this one reminds me of someone we know," Miyako said in a singsong voice, opening the book and scooting closer to Hikari so they could both read.

"What do you mean?" Hikari asked, peering at the book.

Flipping a few pages, Miyako giggled and pointed to a page. "This part right here!"

Daisuke frowned, watching the interaction with little interest, right up until Hikari's face turned bright red.

"Oh! Oh… I see what you mean," she squeaked, her face turning the same color as the apple she was eating.

"Isn't it great?!"

"Hey, what is it? I wanna see!" Daisuke scooted closer to the girls, trying to get a look at the strange comic book.

Miyako peered over the top of the book and smirked at him. "You would, wouldn't you?"

"What does that mean?" Daisuke wrinkled his nose and grabbed for the book. "Show me, too!"

"I don't think you really want to see this, Daisuke-kun," Hikari said carefully, her eyes still locked on the book in interest.

"Sure I do!" Daisuke lunged at it again, hating to be left out. "Show me!"

Miyako held the book right out of his reach. "He wants to see, Hikari-chan. Don't you think we should show him?"

"I don't think this is really his… point of interest," Hikari said carefully, grinning and taking the book, turning the page and reading more.

"I'm not so sure about that," Miyako said cheerfully. "Isn't it just like him?"

Once again Hikari blushed. "Oh, Miyako-san, I don't really want to think about that."

"Oh, right, he's your brother and all," Miyako said sadly. "But it is just like Daisuke."

"What about Taichi-senpai?! What about me?!" Daisuke grabbed at the book again, this time snatching it out of Hikari's hands.

Miyako giggled evilly and shrugged. "It's up to him, Hikari-chan."

Daisuke nodded and opened the book. "That's right, I can read it if I want… to…" His thoughts slowed to a halt as his eyes skimmed over the pages. It was indeed a comic book. A doujinshi, a fan made comic book. Daisuke recognized the characters from an old anime that had been on TV a few years ago. It was a sports anime, based on a soccer team rising through the national ranks. He'd watched it religiously at the time.

Now, however, his eyes widened and he felt a blush rise to his cheeks. There was one of the younger boys with his senpai. The older boy was pressing his kohai against the wall, pinning his arms at his sides, and staring at him hungrily. Licking his lips, Daisuke turned the page.

The older boy was undressing his kohai more in each panel, and the younger boy was struggling. Daisuke frowned, turning the next page quickly, and freezing when he saw the main illustration on it. There was the younger boy, bent over a desk, pants around his ankles, moaning 'senpai' as the older boy thrust into him from behind. Daisuke felt his whole face turn red and he stared at the image.

"See? He likes it!" Miyako laughed openly and pointed at Daisuke.

"What?" Daisuke looked up and scowled, the blush only darkening. "I do not!"

"Really?" Miyako asked, waggling her eyebrows. "Then what's that?" She pointed into his lap and smirked.

Daisuke looked down and blushed, covering the growing bulge in his pants with the book. Hikari looked away politely. "Shut up!"

Miyako laughed and shook her head. "It's okay, Daisuke! I think gay boys are really cute!"

Daisuke glared at her, wishing he could throw the book right in her face, but knowing if he did that his little problem would be revealed.

Hikari stood and brushed the crumbs off of her lap from her lunch. "I have to go. Takeru's basketball practice is about to start and I told him I'd be there."

"Ooh, I'll come, too!" Miyako hopped up and gathered her things.

Daisuke stared at them unhappily. "But…"

"Oh, you can keep that one since you like it so much, Daisuke!" Miyako said cheerfully, turning to leave.

"I don't like it! Hey, come back!" Daisuke called after them as they ran back across to the school building. "Stupid girls," he grumbled to himself.

The next fifteen minutes of Daisuke's lunch were spent eating and carefully not looking at the book in his lap. He concentrated on his food, and then thought carefully about some of the new plays they'd learned last soccer club. Every time his mind slipped back to the doujinshi, he replaced it with another thought. Another, cleaner, thought.

When the bell for the next class rang, Daisuke stood and gathered his things, relieved that he was able to distract himself out of arousal. He cursed Miyako's name silently and turned to throw his trash, and the book, into the trashcan. He froze when he saw a large group of girls standing around it, finishing their lunches.

'I can't go over there with this! What if they see?!' Daisuke backed away slowly and made a break for the school building, carefully avoiding two groups of teachers that were heading back as well. 'I'll just shove it in my locker for now. No one will see it there!' Daisuke thought, rounding a corner to the hall where his locker was. He skidded to a stop at the sight of half of his soccer team standing in the hall.

"Hey, Daisuke!" One of the boys waved to him and began to walk over.

Daisuke turned and ran as fast as he could. 'Crap! If they see this I'll never live it down! Where can I put it?! I have to get rid of it!' He wondered if he'd have to leave school grounds just to avoid being seen with the comic. He imagined himself being caught by a cop and being taken home, only to have his parents find out why he was going to jail for the rest of his life. 'Stuff like this can't be legal! They'll lock me away forever! What am I gonna-'

Daisuke stopped abruptly and stared into the boys' locker room. He glanced at his watch, then back into the darkened doorway. There were no classes this time of day, and no club meetings for another two hours. The locker room would be completely empty. Glancing up and down the hallway quickly to make sure he wouldn't be followed, Daisuke made a break for it, hoping to make it to his gym locker before anyone saw him.

Running headfirst into something, Daisuke fell back, dropping the book, and landing on his butt on the floor. He winced and rubbed his bottom.

Taichi blinked down at him and grinned. "In a hurry?"

"Taichi-senpai!" Daisuke squeaked, staring up at the older boy. Taichi was dripping from head to toe, a towel wrapped around his waist, and otherwise completely naked. "Wha… I didn't think anyone would be in here!"

Taichi shrugged and picked up an extra towel, drying off his hair. "I've been doing some extra training during lunch and stuff. I ran a few laps… wouldn't wanna go to class all sweaty, right?"

"Uh… uh huh…" Daisuke mumbled, trying to avert his gaze from Taichi's body. His senpai had always been rather distracting, but with that doujinshi still on his mind, Daisuke was afraid of the thoughts a half-naked Taichi might induce.

Laughing, Taichi finished drying his hair. "Yeah, I wouldn't care either, but last time I went to class smelling like sweat the teacher yelled at me." His gaze slid from Daisuke to the doujinshi lying at his feet. "What's this?"

"Nothing!" Daisuke made a dive for it, but he was too late. Taichi had already bent over and snatched it up.

"Ohhhh, 'nothing', huh? I bet this'll tell me why you were hoping no one would be in here!" Taichi opened the book and Daisuke felt his heart skip a beat.

There was silence in the room as Taichi flipped through the doujinshi, expressionless. Finally, he grinned slightly and offered Daisuke a hand. "Gonna stay on the floor like that?"

Daisuke sighed with relief and took Taichi's hand, standing up. "Miyako gave me that book; it's nothing, she just-" He was cut off as Taichi shoved him up against the row of lockers. Daisuke tensed and stared at Taichi with wide eyes. "Taichi-senpai?!" he squeaked.

"Miyako gave it to you, huh?" Taichi waved the book in Daisuke's face. "So this isn't something you like?"

"N-No! 'Course not! It's weird, I wouldn't like that kinda stuff!" Daisuke felt his cheeks heating with a blush again and ducked his head to hide it.

The book was shoved in his face, open to one of the most graphic pages. "So this isn't your kind of thing, Daisuke?" Taichi asked, his voice lowered in a way Daisuke wasn't sure how to take.

"I said no!" Daisuke said, trembling slightly. He shut his eyes, trying not to look at the graphic porn.

"Then why aren't you looking at it?" Taichi's hand was gripping Daisuke's chin, pulling his face up so their eyes met.

"Because… because it's weird!" Daisuke heard his voice waver. They were so close he could smell Taichi's shampoo. A small shudder went down his spine.

"Weird? You think this is weird, Daisuke?" Taichi stepped back and held the book back up in his face.

Daisuke gulped hard and stared at the page, trying not to focus his eyes on the images. Trying not to think about the way the older boy in the comic looked so much like Taichi. Trying not to wonder if Taichi would look that good without his towel. Trying not to think about how it would feel to have something inside of him like that…

"You're lying, Daisuke," Taichi's said into Daisuke's ear, his voice low and gravely. "See?"

Daisuke felt Taichi's hand on his stomach, and before he could yank away, it slid down. Taichi's hand was slipping under the waistband of Daisuke's pants, over his underwear, and then his fingers wrapped around the bulge in his boxers. Daisuke's head slammed back against the locker in surprise at the sudden pressure against his growing erection, and he saw stars. A choked moan came from his throat, a mix of pleasure and pain.

"You like senpai fetish porn, Daisuke?" Taichi's voice asked again, this time right into Dasiuke's ear. His hand moved slowly up and down Daisuke's now fully erected penis, stroking him firmly through his underwear.

Gasping, Daisuke pulled away, his fight or flight instinct kicking in. "No! No, Taichi-senpai, let me go!"

Taichi's grin was catlike, and as he crossed the room to catch Daisuke by the arm, his movements were sure and confident. "You don't really want me to do that, do you?"

"Yes! Yes, I do! Let me go! This isn't what I-"

"What you wanted? What do you want, Daisuke?" Taichi yanked the smaller boy close and pressed their bodies together, his own erection pressing through the towel against Daisuke. His hands were firmly on Daisuke's waist, holding him in place. "You want to feel good, right? The comic turned you on, right? So let senpai make you feel good… be a good boy…"

Daisuke wriggled, trying to pull away from Taichi again, but feeling his resolve weakening. The strange sensation of having the older boy pressed against him distracted him, and Taichi's scent filled his head like an intoxicating perfume. He smelled of soap before, but now he smelled of hormones. Daisuke couldn't say he didn't like it. "Senpai," Daisuke heard himself whimper.

"Good little Dai-chan," Taichi murmured, reaching down to tug his towel loose. It fell to the floor, leaving Taichi completely naked.

Daisuke's gaze instantly went downward, caught by the sight of Taichi's body, Taichi's flat stomach, the trail of hair that led downwards from his bellybutton, and Taichi's… Daisuke blushed and looked away quickly.

"Look at me, Daisuke. You can look… you want to, don't you?" Taichi said, his voice softened. He stepped back, releasing his hold on Daisuke. He smirked and cocked his head. "Get a good look."

Thinking he'd never blushed so much in his life, Daisuke looked back at Taichi's body. He tried to stare at the older boy's chest, his legs, his anything except for the one thing his eyes were attracted to. 'Taichi-senpai is… big.'

"You like the way I look, don't you?" Taichi asked, his voice still soft.

"…Yeah," Daisuke whispered, embarrassed to admit it.

"You want to touch me, don't you?" Taichi's voice hardened just slightly.

For a moment, Daisuke was unsure. He backed away from Taichi slowly, shaking his head. "No…"

"Wrong answer." Taichi grabbed Daisuke's arms and shoved him back against the lockers, arms pinned above his head. Their faces were an inch apart, and Taichi pressed one of his legs between Daisuke's, prying them apart and rubbing it against the bulge in the younger boy's pants.

Daisuke moaned, tugging on his arms, but Taichi's secured his wrists with one hand, leaving the other free to caress the younger boy's face gently. "Let me go!"

"Can't do that. You came in here to jerk off, didn't you?" Taichi smirked, eyes flicking back to where he dropped the doujinshi.

"No! No, I came in here to hide it! I didn't… I didn't want anyone to see me with it," Daisuke said, fighting to keep his voice steady.

"Oh? Why didn't you just leave it somewhere, then?" Taichi looked amused.

"I… didn't think of that," Daisuke said, embarrassed.

"Mmhmm… I think it's because you wanted to have it for later."

Ducking his head, Daisuke shrugged. It wasn't what he'd been thinking, but now that the idea was in his head, he couldn't help but like it.

Taichi's only response was to press his lips against the younger boy's roughly.

The younger boy froze, his eyes wide. Moments later, he began to respond. Taichi's lips were soft, though the kiss was hungry and demanding, and Daisuke let out a small whimper. He'd never kissed anyone before.

Pulling away just enough to speak, Taichi gave Daisuke a predatory look. "Now be good and don't make too much noise. We wouldn't anyone to see you like this, would we?" Before Daisuke respond, his senpai yanked his shirt over his head. The cloth caught on the goggles, and Taichi pushed them down around Daisuke's neck, hanging out of the way.

Feeling confused and incoherent with shock, Daisuke just stood there as the shirt was tugged up to his wrists, then tied around them in a tight knot. Only when he realized he couldn't pull his arms apart did he begin to panic. "Taichi-senpai… what… undo it! Let me go!"

"I told you to be quiet, Daisuke." The older boy's hands slid down Daisuke's chest, pausing at his nipples to pinch them hard, making them harden. "Be quiet and I'll bring your little fantasy to life."

Daisuke whimpered at the pinching and wriggled slightly. "Wha… what fantasy?"

"The one from the doujinshi. Senpai will take good care of his kohai, don't you worry, Dai-chan." Taichi slid a hand down Daisuke's cheek gently before reaching down to undo the boy's pants. They slipped down around his ankles, quickly followed by his boxers.

Blushing darkly, Daisuke averted his gaze. He knew he was hard, he knew he couldn't deny that he was enjoying the treatment, so he just held his breath, waiting to see what Taichi would do next. The room was chilly, and he shivered.

Tugging Daisuke's pants and underwear out from under his feet, Taichi left the boy completely nude except for the goggles around his neck. Taichi smirked, tracing a finger down the boy's throat. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Unable to say no, Daisuke swallowed hard and didn't respond.

"You trust your senpai, don't you, Dai-chan?"

Daisuke brought his gaze back to Taichi's face, and looked at him for a long moment. "I trust Taichi-senpai," he mumbled, more than a hint of worry in his voice.

"Then tell me the truth," Taichi said, his voice going hard and gravely again. "Have you ever thought about what it would feel like to be fucked?"

With wide eyes, Daisuke opened his mouth and let out a soft, "Yes."

"Have you ever wished that I would touch you like this?" Taichi wrapped his hand around Daisuke's erection and held it there, not stroking him, just applying pressure.

"Yes!" Daisuke let his head roll back slightly, and let his weight be supported by the lockers.

"Do you want me to fuck you now?" The hand tightened and Taichi's expression hardened into a look that sent shivers down Daisuke's spine.

"I… I don't…" Daisuke let out a shuddery breath and nodded, feeling his eyes tear up in shame. "Yes!"

"Say it, then."

"I… I want you…" The words caught in Daisuke's throat and he shook his head.

"SAY IT." Taichi said fiercely, leaning forward to bite into the nape of Daisuke's neck.

"I want you!" Daisuke said, the sudden spark of pain melding with the aching pleasure from below. "I want you to fuck me, Taichi-senpai!" His eyes were tearing up from the confusion and embarrassment, but the admittance made him want to moan.

Kissing the bite mark, Taichi lifted Daisuke's left leg and hooked it around his waist, his hands on Daisuke's ass, lifting him up and pressing him against the lockers to support him. Only the tips of Daisuke's toes still touched the floor. "Good Dai-chan."

Daisuke shuddered as he felt Taichi's hand slide between his legs, underneath, and to his entrance. A finger pressed against him, then into him. It stung slightly, and made Daisuke jerk his hips slightly, before the finger pressed into him all the way. "Senpai," Daisuke gasped, barely coherent, shuddering. "It…"

"You like that, Dai-chan?" Taichi pressed a second finger into his kohai, and pushed both deeper, feeling around inside of him.

The violation made Daisuke whimper, and the sudden spark of pleasure as the fingers brushed over something inside of him made him cry out. "Ah! Taichi!"

"Taichi what?" the older boy asked, purposefully avoiding the spot, carefully tracing around it, touching him everywhere but there.

Daisuke's could feel his erection throbbing helplessly. "Taichi-senpai… please…" He focused his half open eyes on the older boy's face and shuddered.

"Oh, that's right; you wanted me to fuck you, didn't you?" Taichi smirked and pulled his finger out, ignoring the desperate cry that Daisuke let out when the fingers were removed. "Then since you've been so good, you'll get what you want." He positioned himself at Daisuke's entrance, and began to push into him.

'Too big,' Daisuke thought, shutting his eyes tightly and forcing some of the tears out. 'He's too big, it hurts!'

Taichi let out a low growl and pulled Daisuke's hips forward, and in one swift movement, impaled the smaller boy onto him. The tightness and heat he buried himself in was almost unbearable, and Taichi dug his fingers into Daisuke's hips, breathing heavily.

"Taichi-senpai!" Daisuke cried out when he was thrust into. "Aaah-" Pain, immense pain, followed by a strong wave of heat over his body. Then, the smallest twinge of pleasure.

"You like the way it feels to have me inside of you, Dai-chan?" Taichi asked, his voice breathy and low.

Shuddering almost uncontrollably, Daisuke answered without thinking. "Yes, yes, senpai… but it hurts… please…" He opened his eyes and gave Taichi a teary look. "It hurts."

His expression softening slightly, Taichi pulled out, only to thrust back in again, just as hard. This time, however, he pressed Daisuke tighter between the lockers and himself, forcing himself deeper.

There was the flash of white before his eyes again, and Daisuke let out a desperate scream. The pain was lost in a wave of pleasure, and he let his arms drop to hook over Taichi's head. He was bound and pressed against the wall, and all he could do was hope desperately that Taichi wasn't going to stop.

"Quiet," Taichi mumbled before pulling out only to thrust back in again. And again, and again, and again.

Daisuke felt his consciousness fade into the heat of the pleasure that Taichi was creating inside of him. He felt Taichi taking him roughly, and he forced his eyes to stay open so he could look down and watch as Taichi's cock slid in and out of him. With every moment that passed, with every thrust, Daisuke felt the heat inside of him building.

"Do you like this, Daisuke?" Taichi was breathing his words more than speaking them, panting as he took the smaller boy. "Do you like having senpai fuck you?"

"Yes," Daisuke panted. "Yes!" More tears slid down his cheeks as he rolled his head back, feeling the pleasure mounting within him. "Senpai!" Daisuke's hips jerked and his fingers dug into Taichi's back as he came, his entire body tensing at the overwhelming pleasure.

"Good boy," Taichi purred, licking a small drop of cum from Daisuke's neck. He thrust into the younger boy harder now, while Daisuke's body was still tight from pleasure. Soon he bit onto Daisuke's neck again, growling and pressing the boy down onto himself, getting as deep as he could before coming into him.

Daisuke let out a guttural moan at the sensation of being filled with something hot. It stung for a moment, then everything melted and he felt himself relax. Panting, his body went limp, and he was barely able to hold his head up. He smiled slightly. Afterglow was an incredible feeling.

Lowering Daisuke to the floor to stand on his own feet again, Taichi leaned against the lockers and panted.

In silence they caught their breaths, Daisuke's arms still hooked around Taichi's neck, the occasional drop of cum dripping to the floor. The room smelled strongly of sex.

Finally, Taichi opened his eyes again and pressed his lips to Daisuke's, this time kissing him gently.

"Taichi-senpai," Daisuke said softly when the older boy ducked from under his arms and began to undo his wrists.

"C'mon, Daisuke," Taichi said, grinning, scooping Daisuke into his arms. "We need a shower."

"Yeah, don't want to go to class smelling like sex," Daisuke mumbled, pressing his face into the crook of Taichi's neck. He felt too relaxed to be embarrassed at being carried.

"Who said anything about class? We're going to ditch and go get some burgers. Nothing's better after sex than burgers."

Softly, Daisuke whispered as Taichi set him down to turn one of the shower heads on, "Is that a date?"

Taichi grinned and pulled Daisuke under the warm water with him, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist. "Sure, it's a date." He paused before continuing playfully, "But don't forget to bring your doujinshi."