New chapter! An early Happy Independence Day to my fellow Americans, or as I call it, the day that forever made it impossible for me to have a charming accent.

Don't own, angst ahead, more of the same...

UNTOUCHABLE
Chapter 11

Tetsuya rubbed his forehead wearily as he listened to Nobuta through the phone. The doctor was giving him as clinical and impersonal an explanation of anorgasmia as possible, but all the lawyer was hearing was something awkward and personal about his only child, and on top of that, he was being made aware that Takumi was having an even harder time than he had thought. The poor boy was so damaged, he couldn't have even the pleasure every boy his age got to. This was both uncomfortable and heart-breaking.

But Tetsuya listened to all the doctor had to say before speaking. "What exactly would this treatment do?"

"Ideally, it will allow Takumi-kun to experience sexual pleasure, for the first time."

"He's a child, I don't want him having sex."

"I think that's a ways off, Hayama-san. This would probably just give him the ability to masturbate. It would lay the groundwork for relationships in the future. Takumi-kun just wants to be normal, I think."

"I do want that for him. But this medication...it won't make him..."

He couldn't find the words, but the psychiatrist understood. "It's not an aphrodisiac, Hayama-san. Takumi-kun will be in complete control of himself. There will be no change in him, except privately, and he'll probably be more relaxed."

"How will you test if it's working?"

"We'll ask Taumi-kun what changes there have been. He'll be shown erotic imagery to see if it stimulates him. At most, he may be asked to touch himself while alone and be monitored from another room."

Tetsuya sighed. "I'll allow this, but only if you are present."

Nobuta agreed. He had been expecting this, considering Hayama's reluctance to let adult men be alone with the boy. The only exceptions seemed to be himself, a long-time family friend, and Watanabe, who had been good for Takumi in so many ways.

Watanabe. I hope, with this, I'm not pushing the child into his tutor's arms.

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"You're giving me a test?" Takumi said with a pretended indignance. "What kind of boyfriend are you?"

"The kind who's also your teacher," Daisuke laughed. "Don't worry, we'll review and I'll give you a few days to study."

"What's it on?"

"Everything we've done so far. It's pretty big."

"Blech."

"If you do well, I'll make you my special chocolate cheesecake." Daisuke had discovered that despite his student's small appetite, he had a sweet tooth. "Tomo says it's heaven on a plate."

"I hope my dad lets us do our double-date."

And I hope Kei keeps his promise not to gape. The surgeon had seen a few pictures of Takumi by now and pronounced him "the most exquisite jailbait ever." Were Tomo not so understanding, Kei would have been on the couch for a few days. Daisuke realized a boy of Takumi's beauty was bound to get stared at, but that didn't mean he had to like it.

"Your dad has no reason to distrust us or Sato-kun. I'm sure he'll let you."

Takumi was preoccupied as they did a review of basic calculus, followed by European and Japanese history. Daisuke gave him some photos of himself as Kenshin, as promised, and the boy was impressed.

"This style of dress suits you."

"We can dress up together as samurai for Halloween. Or you could let me see you in that school uniform."

"I'll find you some pictures of me in it."

"Thank you, baby. Is something wrong? I feel like you're waiting to say something."

With a bit of apprehension, Takumi told him about the drug trial he was going to be part of. He knew he didn't need his boyfriend's permission, but he wanted his blessing and support. Daisuke listened patiently, waiting until Takumi had blurted it all out.

"Will you be okay? Sounds a little uncomfortable."

"And humiliating, yeah. But I need to do it."

Daisuke moved to sit so their knees were touching. "Baby, please tell me you're doing this for you, not me."

"For me, and for us."

"You know I love you, right? And that I always will no matter what you can and can't do?"

"I know." Takumi entwined his fingers with Daisuke's. "But I want to be able to do everything other boys my age can. I want to know what it feels like."

"I want that for you too, honey. Okay, this could be a good thing, then. Anything that makes you feel good."

"I'm nervous, but I can handle it. And you can help me see if it works," Takumi flirted.

"Gladly."

"I just hate that the doctors will be watching me. I only want you to see me hard."

"I know, honey. But just think what fun we'll have with your homework. Speaking of which, we need to review a little more."

They held hands casually as they went over science, and quickly sprang apart when there was a knock at the door. It was Youko, bringing them lunch as she always did - thank God she never entered without warning. As they started to eat the chicken curry, Daisuke asked a question.

"What does your dad think about the drug trial?"

"He may be letting me do it, but I don't think he likes it. I think, in a way, he would rather me not have sexual feelings. He still sees me as a kid."

"Well, you are the youngest, and the only, now. He might always see you as his baby."

"I'm not a - "

Another knock, Youko again. This time she was carrying a long, slender box. "Takumi, this just arrived for you," she said, handing it over and excusing herself.

It looked like a flower box. "Dai-chan, did you - "

"I wish I could without raising suspicion." Daisuke had a bad feeling about this. "Here, let me open it. Hmm, it's light."

Daisuke set the white box on the desk and opened it carefully, almost as though he worried it was explosives. Takumi would have laughed were he not so perplexed. He'd known a few girls at school had liked him, but he never encouraged them. Michiya was not the flower-sending type, nor was Hiro, and if Daisuke hadn't done it, then who?

Daisuke looked into the open box and swore softly. Takumi tried to see, but Daisuke held him back.

"Baby, I don't know if you should - "

Takumi pushed past him to look inside, despite the fear Daisuke's anger had evoked in him. The box was almost empty, its floor decorated with glued black petals that spelled out You're mine. Beside the words was a very graphic drawing of Takumi being violently raped by a masked assailant. The boy staggered back into Daisuke's arms, where he was turned around and tightly hugged. He didn't realize he was crying until he felt the wet fabric of Daisuke's shirt against his face.

"Ssh, ssh, I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you."

"I don't want - I only want you."

"It's okay, I'm not gonna let anyone have you, especially not him. I'll protect you, it's okay. Honey, sit down, okay, and breathe."

Smoothing the boy's hair with one hand, Daisuke dialed Tetsuya's number on his cell. "Hayama-san? No, Takumi is fine, I promise, but something happened you need to know about."

As Takumi quietly trembled, Daisuke described the box's contents to his employer. He could hear the restrained rage in the answering voice.

"I'll be home as soon as I can. In the meantime, don't touch the box any further. I'm going to have a detective I know come by and collect it. Stay with Takumi, I'll call Youko now and explain this to her."

Daisuke hung up and pulled Takumi into his arms. He didn't move him even when Youko rushed in, and she showed only a brief surprise at seeing her son being held by his tutor.

"Sweetheart, I just talked to your father. Are you all right?"

Takumi nodded, but he was visibly crying and quaking. His mother went and got one of his compramin for him to swallow. After he did, the boy silently hugged Daisuke, only drawing back when Youko let a serious-looking man in.

"Hi, Takumi-kun."

"H-Hi, Detective Kanawa." He'd known this man for years, was glad it was him and not a stranger.

"Your dad said you got a package that upset you. Can I take a look at it?"

Takumi nodded, and Kanawa examined the box, took several photos ofit, and slipped it into a large plastic bag. Takumi looked dazed, and Daisuke kept a hand on his arm while they watched.

"Takumi-kun, I know we have your prints. Watanabe-san, do you happen to know if your fingerprints are in the national system?"

"Yes, I had to give them when I got my teaching certificate."

"Perfect. I'm going to ask you each to let me record your statements, then I'll be taking this to the precinct to hand it off to the analysts. Takumi-kun, do you think it was that Hatake Junichi who did this?"

The boy nodded, as Daisuke half-growled, "Who else, the asshole."

"Okay, I don't want you to be scared. The restraining order is in place and I don't think Hatake will risk showing up in person. But I'm going to have a patrol car come and stay outside the house at least through the night, just to be extra-safe. Watanabe-san, can you stay with Takumi-kun until his father gets here?"

"Of course, as long as I'm needed."

Takumi spoke his short statement in a monotone, while anger permeated Daisuke's. Youko explained that the delivery man was a local postal worker she knew by name, unlikely to be involved, and showed the receipt upon which was typed an obviously fake sender's address. Kanawa slipped the paper into another bag and looked at the pale teenager with affectionate sympathy. Everyone Tetsuya worked with loved Takumi; they didn't know what was wrong with him, but were charmed by his beauty and sadness and good manners.

"You all right, kid? You need me to call your doctor?"

"No, th-thanks. I'm fine, really."

"Okay." Seeing Daisuke's arm around the boy's shoulders, Kanawa only assumed the tutor too had platonically fallen for the sweet child. "If there's nothing else, I'm going to go get this process started. Here's my card, call if anything happens, anything at all."

Youko, seeing that Takumi seemed to only want Daisuke close to him, patted her son and told him she was going to make him some chamomile tea.

"I've got him, Youko-san, don't worry." Once she was gone, Daisuke gathered the boy close to him and rocked gently. "What can I do, baby?"

"Just don't let go."

He didn't until Tetsuya came in and lifted Takumi into his own embrace. Takumi hugged back, determined to show a strength he didn't feel.

"I'm okay, Dad. Really."

"Takumi, has Hatake tried to contact you at all since the theater incident?" When the boy said nothing, Tetsuya drew back and held Takumi's face to look solemnly into it. "Please, tell me the truth."

He had intended to lie, but the love and concern in his father's eyes disarmed him. Takumi's face screwed up as he began to cry again, and Tetsuya gently caught the tears with his fingers.

"Takumi."

"A-An email. I deleted it," he said quickly, though he had moved all his correspondence with Daisuke into a secret account. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to worry you, I'm sorry - "

"Ssh, it's all right. What did it say?"

"J-Just...that a judge can't stop him and if I make it hard for him he'll let his f-friends..."

"Okay. It's all right." Tetsuya's eyes were on fire, but his voice soft. "Did you take your compramin?"

"Y-Yes."

"What can I do, son?"

"I'm okay."

"Sensei, would you mind staying with Takumi while I talk to the police?"

"Not at all."

Takumi was on his lap the second they were alone, kissing him like he feared Daisuke was going to be torn away. The tutor reciprocated, giving all the comfort he could, caressing the boy all over. There was nothing sexual in it, just love and reassurance.

"It's okay, honey. I've got you."

"Don't leave, please."

"I'll stay as long as I can. In fact..."

Daisuke took his hand and tugged him gently out to the living room, where Tetsuya was just hanging up. He kindly gave the man time to wipe his eyes before making his presence known.

"Hayama-san, may I make a request?"

"What is it?"

"Takumi-kun is a bit scared, and he's asked if I can stay with him until he falls asleep tonight. May I do so?"

Tetsuya looked surprised. "Of course. You are always welcome here. Maybe you can keep Takumi distracted while I deal with this situation."

"I'd be happy to try."

"Thank you, Watanabe-san. I don't think Takumi needs to do any more work today, but I know he has new video games, or perhaps a movie."

Takumi knew better than to close his bedroom door with an adult male in there with him, but since they were alone upstairs, he resumed their earlier kiss. Daisuke's hands moving over him seemed to keep his anxiety at a low, humming sort of level. The boy kept it going until he was out of breath and slumping in the supporting arms. Daisuke then carried him over to the bed and settled him comfortably down.

"Okay, how do you want to be distracted?"

Takumi smiled.

"Other than that, baby."

"Tell me more about you and your friends."

"So one day I dared Tomo to jump naked in the university fountain..."

The last thing Takumi wanted to do was sleep. He stayed wide awake and let the words anchor him to here, to now.

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Daisuke talked as long as his voice held out, himself needing to down a cup of Youko's tea. When Takumi still seemed tense, he started up Hetalia again, and finally the boy relaxed and started to laugh. Since the door was open, Daisuke kept a little distance between them, but often reached out to squeeze the boy's hand or smooth his hair. When Tetsuya came in, Daisuke saw he had something to say and quickly offered to leave, but Takumi grabbed his arm and wouldn't let go.

Tetsuya looked surprised again, but said, "If Takumi wants you to stay, Sensei, that's fine with me."

"Is something wrong, Dad?"

"No, I just wanted to find out what you want to do about Hatake."

"Nothing," was the immediate answer.

"Takumi, that's not really possible, unless you're willing to have a bodyguard with you every time you leave my sight."

The boy looked upset. Daisuke quickly spoke up.

"Forgive my intrusion, Hayama-san, but I think Takumi will be all right as long as he doesn't go anywhere alone."

"Much as I trust Sato-kun and Takumi's other friends to do their best, I can't rely on them to be able to fend off an assailant, or more than one."

"I'm safe with D-Sensei," Takumi said. "He took judo in high school and college."

"Watanabe-sensei I of course trust, but he is your teacher, Takumi, not someone you normally see outside of lessons."

Daisuke responded to that without delay. "I have a lot of fun with Takumi-kun, actually. If he requires an escort on social outings, I'd be happy to volunteer."

"Sensei, you've done and are doing so much for my family. I can't possibly allow you to give up any more of your time to guard my son."

I'm guarding my heart. "Really, I'd love to. Honestly, Takumi-kun is my friend, not just my student. I was actually going to ask if I could see him again socially sometime. We had a great time last time and we have similar tastes." No point with the Michiya excuse now...so much for Takumi spending the night. Damn. "In fact, I'm having two old friends over for dinner tomorrow night. They're very eager to meet the student I've told them about."

"I don't know..."

"Please, Dad? I've heard so much about Tomo and Keisuke. And I want to do something normal."

The lawyer sighed. "You will call me frequently and never leave Watanabe's sight, understood?"

For the first time since he saw the package, Takumi smiled a full smile. "Thanks, Dad."

"Until further notice, whenever you leave this house you will be with either Watanabe or myself. Sensei, are you certain?"

"Absolutely."

"You are to keep this with you at all times," Tetsuya said sternly, handing his son a can of pepper spray. "I'll be changing the alarm code and having officers patrol the neighborhood. Takumi, let me prosecute Hatake and all of this stops."

"Even if I did," Takumi said quietly, "his friends would probably retaliate."

Another sigh. "Do you know any of their names?"

"No. There were rumors at school he hangs out with yakuza."

Without thinking, Daisuke put his arm around Takumi. Tetsuya was a little taken aback to see the boy accepting touch so readily, but he let it pass without comment.

"What we're doing now is a trial, Takumi, during which you will be honest about everything that happens. One whiff of trouble, and a guard will be accompanying you until Hatake is put away."

Daisuke could almost feel the weight of this on Takumi, and tried to lessen it. "I'm sure a criminal like Hatake will get caught doing something else, and Hayama-san, you must have contacts that can keep an eye on him."

Tetsuya nodded slowly. "Since the restraining order is in place, I may be able to get some surveillance. Even so, Takumi, you will follow the rules I've given you if you want to leave this house. All right?"

"Yes, Dad."

"I will be taking you to your appointments."

I have even less privacy now.

Tetsuya seemed to see the boy's dismay, and mistake it for weariness. "I'll have your mother bring dinner to you two in here. Don't fight sleep, Takumi. Sensei will be back tomorrow, and you're safe."

The lawyer hugged his son, ruffled his hair, and left. Daisuke hugged the boy tightly and kissed his forehead.

"He's right, you know."

"About what?"

"Everything, unfortunately. But I meant, I will be back in the morning."

"But you'll stay till I'm asleep, right?"

"I promised, didn't I?"

When Takumi finally did drop off, it was clutching Daisuke's hand. It took the tutor several minutes to pry it off, because he wouldn't let himself be anything but gentle.

To be continued.