I am trying to do a new chapter each week, so sorry, this is a bit late. However, Hetalia reference for the win. If you don't know what that is, YouTube that sh*t. Hysterical laughter will follow.
I don't own, except the plot, and Dai-chan may not be this intense in real life.
UNTOUCHABLE
Chapter 9
"Sure. Is something wrong, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Takumi said quickly, but the high of sexual pleasure had faded to a faint melancholy.
"What is it?"
"Are you...going to leave me?"
"Leave you? What do you mean, honey?"
"After this school year. Dad said you might want to...move on."
Daisuke stroked a cheek that held the faintest tinge of rose. "Didn't I tell you I love you?"
"Yes..."
"Let me be clearer," the man chuckled. "I'm not going to be away from you any longer than necessary, until and unless you tell me to go away, and maybe not then."
Takumi felt like his heart had been lifted up. "I'll never want you to leave."
"Baby, I'll be your teacher as long as your dad lets me. Then I will go whenever you go for college. Then when you turn twenty, if it's okay with you, I'm going to put a ring on your finger and you're moving in with me. When you're older, if you want them, we'll adopt some kids, and someday we'll die in the same bed at the exact same time. Then in our next lives, I will find you and adore you, again and forever."
It finally occurred to Daisuke that he might freak Takumi out with all this, but he could tell that the tears and sobbing that came were of relief. The boy threw his arms around his lover and cried into his neck while hands stroked him all over.
"I love you," Takumi wept. "But I don't deserve all that, or you."
"You deserve all the happiness in the universe, and I'm going to give you as much as I can."
Takumi quickly wiped his face and rubbed his nose against Daisuke's. "I want to make you happy too."
"Your existence made me happy the moment I first saw you," Daisuke murmured, and paused to kiss him. "And you love me, that makes me the happiest guy in the world."
Takumi's smile made him look even more angelic. "Dad said if you're willing to stay, he'd like you to keep working with me through the rest of high school."
"Thank God," Daisuke sighed. "I have time to win him over. I was worried I'd have to kidnap you."
"Would you really do that?"
"If I had to. I'm kind of terrible like that."
"You're perfect," Takumi insisted. "Dai-chan? What if...my dad finds out about us before I'm eighteen?"
"Hmm. I'll find a country with no extradition treaty. Keep a bag packed."
"I'm serious!"
"I don't want to scare you, but I am too." Daisuke ran his fingers through the satin black hair. "I can barely get through weekends as it is. I've been having wet dreams like I'm twelve again."
"Do you...want to..."
"You'll know when you're ready, and that's when we'll do it. I swear, I don't mind waiting. As long as I get to touch you in other ways."
"I do want to...I'm just..."
"Terrified?"
"Not of you."
"I'm a therapist, baby," Daisuke said with a smile. "The past will never be gone, but with time and love it will fade, and fade, and move farther away. It will seem like you blinked and decades passed, and we'll be old guys in rocking chairs on our front porch. And in my next life I will find you, and know it's you, because the only thing more beautiful than your body is your soul. It shines through you like sunlight through leaves."
Takumi felt like he was melting into a puddle. It took all his strength to hug Daisuke tightly and kiss his warm neck.
"I think you should kidnap me."
"You still need your parents, baby. You're starting to forgive your mom, right? You'll be happier when you do. You'll be setting your heart free."
"It's free," Takumi whispered. "It's yours."
Daisuke groaned. "Okay, I need to take you home. If I don't, I'll never be able to pry my hands off you."
"Fine by me."
"C'mon, brat. Quiz me about the movie, I don't want to take any chances."
daimaodaimao
"I must say, I was worried about letting Takumi go back to the theater after what happened last time. I was afraid he might have a flashback. But he came in glowing even more than he has been lately last night. I checked on him throughout the night, as is my practice, and he was smiling in his sleep every time. I've said it before, Watanabe-san, you are a miracle."
Actually, I'm planning to have sex with your underage, haphephobic son. "Takumi-kun is very strong. If I hadn't come along, some other guy or girl would be making him happy. Someone his age, maybe," Daisuke said, a touch glumly.
"He told his mother and I he doesn't like girls, actually."
"He's lucky to have parents who are okay with that."
"I hope Takumi isn't infringing on your own love life, Watanabe-san."
Infringing? You could call it that, I guess. "Don't worry. For now, I'm happy to give my work all my attention. Romance can wait." Well, the sex can, until your son is ready. Don't mess up and say this out loud, Dai-chan, or Takumi will be visiting your grave.
"Oh, Watanabe-san, I don't know if Takumi has brought it up to you, and I don't want to put any pressure on you, but...well, Takumi is very distraught at the possibility that you might not continue to work with him after this year. I won't ask you to decide now, but..."
"Please, don't worry, Hayama-san. I've already told Takumi-kun I'll be happy to take him through the rest of high school."
Tetsuya looked profoundly relieved. "Really? Watanabe-san, I don't know how to thank you, for that and for everything else you've done."
Guilt prodded Daisuke's insides. It would never be enough to make him give up Takumi, but every time this man thanked him, he felt awful. Wonder if he'll come to our wedding...
"Truly, it's my pleasure. Takumi is delightful, and I always wanted a little brother." That's not a lie, but I'm no Naoto.
"You've been so understanding about his crush. Not everyone would be so kind...or show such restraint. I was looking for a female teacher before your name came up. Women never seemed as...affected as men."
"He is beautiful," slipped out, and Daisuke hurriedly kept talking. "A male tutor probably is the better option. Developing a friendship with an older man like me shows him not all men need to be feared."
Tetsuya looked at him silently for a moment. It seemed to last forever, and Daisuke nearly blurted out the truth along with a million apologies. Does he guess?
But Tetsuya spoke again. "I hope he can have more than a crush one day. I don't entirely like the idea, though, of trusting Takumi to a man."
"Whoever wins Takumi-kun's heart will surely be a good person." Am I, though? I must be for someone as pure as Takumi to love me. "But I have no doubt that Hayama-san will run extensive background checks on anyone he dates."
Tetsuya chuckled. "Oh, yes. I know quite a few private detectives as well."
Better hope he doesn't put Takumi under surveillance any time soon. "I'd better get to my student."
"Have a good lesson."
They're all good. I've never known a greater good than Takumi.
daimaodaimao
A little time passed, and the muggy Japanese summer descended upon the happy secret couple. Takumi, who had never been overly fond of school, surprised his parents by declining the original plan of his having August off, saying he wanted to catch up and even get ahead if possible. Also surprising, Daisuke was fine with this, insisting he had no plans.
The tutor continued to excel in guiding his student through his assignments. Daisuke brought the boy old-style scrolls of paper for him to practice his kanji, and watched mesmerized as Takumi's long fingers skillfully traced the characters with an ink brush. In history, they moved from the French Revolution to the World Wars, and they laughed hysterically at episodes of Hetalia: Axis Powers on Daisuke's laptop. Takumi continued to ask for poetry, sad or otherwise, and was thrilled to receive an Emily Dickinson anthology, and perplexed at first by the notebook given with it. He opened it and was dumbfounded - Daisuke had translated every single verse.
"To help you with English," Daisuke laughed as he was hugged, and kissed him. "It was going to be for your birthday, but I couldn't wait."
Takumi found a fun way to practice his worst subject, writing love letters in English and slipping them into Daisuke's pockets as he was leaving each session. The man didn't dare risk tangible evidence that Tetsuya might find, so he responded with romantic emails that always ended with a warning to keep his password a secret. He often quoted love poetry to the boy, wishing he had the skill to write his own.
"'But I am Love,'" Takumi quietly read, "'and I was wont to be alone in this fair garden, till he came unasked by night; I am true Love, I fill the hearts of boy and girl with mutual flame. Then sighing, said the other, Have thy will, I am the love that dare not speak its name.'"
Lord Alfred Douglas was the author, the explanation said, the lover of the famous Oscar Wilde. It was sad, even in Daisuke's translation. Takumi knew his boyfriend felt guilty over their age difference and wished he could make that emotion go away. Daisuke seemed younger than 24 anyway, and Takumi was perhaps matured by the horrors he'd gone through.
He read the poem again and again, delaying his psychiatrist's homework that was paused in another tab. Finally he clicked Play, and fidgeted as two nude young men hungrily kissed each other. They quickly moved to jerking each other off, but gently, leaving Takumi's fear at a tolerably low level. He tried imagining himself and Daisuke in the actors' places...though these men were distractingly large.
The boy hesitantly put his hand inside his pajama bottoms and stroked a little. The anorgasmia was a torment to him, now more than ever before, because he wanted to give more to Daisuke, and he felt incomplete without this part of life, like he wasn't a whole person, wasn't enough for his lover.
Don't think that, Dai-chan doesn't think that. He loves me. I don't know why I have that love, but I know I do.
Daisuke had recommended this porno, and as he promised, the sex in it was gentle and sweet. It was just what Takumi himself wanted, a casual and comfortable first time. He wanted nothing to do with rose petals and candelight. I should tell Dai-chan. He's so romantic. I just want him in his bedroom, I want it to happen naturally.
No change in his pants, not a stir, though he felt slightly warm, a bit tingly in his limbs. Experimentally, he made his fingers travel upward to his nipples. He pinched them a little, rubbed his thumbpads over them and pretended it was Daisuke stimulating him. It felt good, but they didn't harden this time. And the pajama pants were no tighter.
Damn it. Discouraged, the teenager closed the tab displaying the video. He went to his email, replied to Michiya again with assurances he was fine. I wish I could tell him about Dai-chan. Maybe I should. He'd keep it secret, and then he could help me, could pretend I'm with him so I can go visit Dai-chan. Maybe I'll ask... He was pretty sure Daisuke would agree, if he vouched for Michiya's trustworthiness.
Takumi gasped softly - a new message popped up in his inbox. From Hatake. Don't read it. But he clicked it as though hypnotized by the screen.
You think a judge can keep me away? You're mine, just wait. I'll have you, and if you make it hard for me, I'll let some of my friends fuck you too.
Takumi didn't even consider that the right thing to do was save it, show it to his father. But it was embarrassing, and he couldn't take the chance Tetsuya would see Daisuke's emails. I can't show Dai-chan either. I can't let him get in trouble. He deleted the email and blocked Hatake's address. I should've done this before.
For good measure, Takumi deleted his browsing history and temporary files, but couldn't get the message out of his head. He shivered, and contemplated changing his password again. He couldn't bring himself to. It was Daisuke's name.
daimaodaimao
"You seem more serious than usual. Has something happened?"
"In a manner of speaking." Takumi grabbed one of his pillows and held it tightly. "But it's not bad. I mean, you might think it is, but I swear it's not."
Michiya frowned. "You're making me nervous."
"It's just...you remember, I told you I'd tell you if...when I know?"
"About what you like? Yeah." The other boy grinned. "Guys, girls, or both?"
"Guys."
"Cool. How'd you figure it out? Was it the Elves? I'm so gonna marry Orlando Bloom."
Takumi smiled nervously. "No. I'm kind of...with someone."
"Seriously?" Michiya spun around in the desk chair. "Takumi, that's awesome! Who is it? Someone from school?"
"Um, kind of...but not the school I went to with you."
"Huh? But the only person you see in school now is - " Michiya's jaw dropped. "No way. Seriously?"
"You can't tell anyone." Haphephobia pushed briefly aside, Takumi leaned forward to grab his friend's hands. "Swear to me. If you care about me at all, swear."
"O-Of course I won't, but...he's not forcing you, is he?"
"No." Takumi said it so simply, he believed him. "I'm in love with him and he's in love with me. He never does anything unless I assure him I want it. You wouldn't believe how gentle he is with me."
"Whoa...give me a second to process this. God. I didn't expect you to be ready for something like this so soon. I'm happy for you. Really. Just shocked."
"I can hardly believe it myself."
"Have you...like...done it?"
Takumi flushed faintly. "No. He won't until he thinks I'm ready."
"What's he like?"
The younger boy smiled dreamily. "Gorgeous, brilliant, sweet, gentle, loving, funny, perfect."
"You're in love, all right," Michiya laughed.
"Nothing like - " Takumi stopped abruptly; he hadn't meant to say that aloud.
"Takumi. Did someone hurt you? Is that why you don't like being touched?"
Dr. Nobuta had told him it would help to talk about the abuse to people he trusted, that sharing the pain would thin it out. Michiya had been Takumi's friend since kindergarten, had always been supportive, affectionate, protective. Takumi took a deep breath.
"My...my brother, he...touched me. That's why he was really sent away."
"Oh, God." Michiya looked horrified, but sympathetic. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Sensei has helped...all of my friends have, you included."
"Takumi, thank you for telling me. I think I understand you a little better now. You haven't told many people, have you?"
"My parents, my doctors, and Sensei are the only other ones who know."
"I used to feel bad your brother was dead. Now...would you be mad if I said I'm glad?"
"No."
"I know I can't hug you, but can I touch your hand?"
Dai-chan said that too. Takumi nodded, and Michiya gently squeezed his fingers and smiled at him. His eyes were warm and full of affection, and Takumi knew he made the right choice.
"I told you about Sensei for kind of a selfish reason. It's hard for us to spend time together, since no one can know. I was hoping you'd help me."
"What can I do?"
"Be my alibi sometimes. Pretend I'm with you so I can be with him. I know it's a lot to ask, but..."
"No problem. I want you to be happy, I'm glad to help. I just have one condition."
"Anything."
"You have to hang with me for real sometimes."
Takumi smiled beautifully. "You're my best friend and I've missed you too. Let's do something now to start."
"Cool! How about the arcade? They finally fixed Demon Destroyer and you have yet to beat my high score."
Takumi stood. "I'm gonna kick your butt."
"Ha, you talk big, but I always win."
"Not today you won't!"
Michiya stood, grinning. "Love suits you, Takumi. You always kind of glowed, but I've never seen you so happy."
Happy. God, I am. I'm really happy.
To be continued.
