I will be moving the lemon in this chapter over to my adultfanfiction account. Sorry for the inconvience.
Three months had passed by for Jūshirō and Shunsui. The Ukitake had been making so much progress in such a short time, Shunsui couldn't have been more proud.
The two were currently walking through one of the dog parks together with Komamura, the pup wagging his tail happily. The dog had grown considerably, though he still wasn't at his full size.
"Would you wait here for a minute?" Shunsui asked as he stopped walking and gestured to the public toilets not far away. "I've got to go the toilet."
Jūshirō nodded hesitantly, not wanting to be alone when there were so many strangers around. He sat down on a park bench and pulled Komamura into his arms, burying his face into the silky golden fur. He tried so hard to pretend that there was no one else alone and it was just him and Komamura, but all that failed when someone grabbed his shoulder and pushed him forward.
With a scream, Jūshirō fell off the bench. He let go of the dog and looked up with wet eyes. His heart pounded furiously as he saw a face he hadn't seen in twenty years. He trembled in terror and all he could do was sit there and cry.
"You certainly have grown up to be so very handsome," the man whispered as he knelt down and grabbed Jūshirō's cheek. He had black hair that fell into his face and tattoos adorned the visible skin of his arms. "Even more beautiful now than when I fucked you into hysterics."
Jūshirō knew that people were staring. There were whispers and mutters as they watched the scene, but no one seemed to want to help – just like always.
The Ukitake screamed and struggled to get away when the man punched him in the face, but he was too powerless to do anything. He was aware of Komamura barking and lunging at his attacker, but the pup seemed too scared to bite.
"Shunsui!" Jūshirō screamed as he felt a hand slip in underneath his pants. "Shunsui!"
"Stay quiet!" The man shouted as he wrapped a powerful hand around Jūshirō's throat. He squeezed. "Stay fucking quiet!"
"Get off him!"
Jūshirō gasped for air as the hand around his throat was forcibly released by Shunsui who had, once again, come to his rescue. He curled up into a ball and sobbed, ignoring the licks and whimpers Komamura gave. He had not been this scared in a while, and he knew why; that was the same man who had forced Jūshirō into his first time all those years ago; Takeuchi Kyoshi, his old school teacher.
The Ukitake managed to block everything out, which was why he screamed when he suddenly felt a hand grab him. The only thing he could think about was that Kyoshi was going to rape him again. He didn't want to do those things – not now that he had Shunsui to take care of him – and he was determined that his only sexual partner from now on would be the brunet.
"Let go me of me!" Jūshirō screamed as he thrashed around, wanting desperately to get away. "Let go of me!"
"Jūshirō, stop!" Shunsui's voice broke through the haze in Jūshirō's mind, but it wasn't enough to stop the younger from thrashing.
Jūshirō's panic only continued to rise until he had passed out from hyperventilation. Shunsui sighed, seeing that his attacker had already fled and Komamura was on edge.
"C'mon, Juu…" Shunsui whispered as he picked Jūshirō up into his arms. He grabbed the dog's lead before he carried Jūshirō home, hating himself for having allowed this to happen.
-XX-
When Jūshirō woke up, he was laying in Shunsui's bed with the older male next to him.
"You're awake…" Shunsui whispered. Jūshirō just rolled onto his side. "I'm so sorry, Juu… I didn't know that would happen…"
"…He did it…" Jūshirō whispered, his voice wavering.
"What did he do?" Shunsui whispered back as he moved to caress Jūshirō's cheek.
"…When I was little…" Tears welled up in Jūshirō's eyes. "…I-I had just started school… I started late, because my birthday's December twenty-first, so I was older than my classmates… And my first teacher was him… He seemed so nice… He always sat down with me and… he would touch me all the time… He would put his hands on my shoulders as he leant down to look at what I was doing… H-he'd hug me when no one else was around…"
Shunsui knew what Jūshirō was getting to, and he knew better than to interrupt as this was something Ukitake needed to talk about.
"…Then he asks me to stay behind at lunch…" Jūshirō's shoulders quivered as he struggled to keep himself controlled. "…H-he said he wanted to help me with my work… He locked the door, and… he started hitting me… He slapped me around before he pulled my clothes off… And he made me touch him… He made me bend over his desk so that he could…"
Shunsui went to put his arms around Jūshirō, but the man flinched and pulled away. "…Please… d-don't touch me right now…"
"I'm sorry…"
"…" Jūshirō continued on as he started to sob, having never had someone who he could talk to about this before. "…When I told my mum, she slapped me and said she hated me; that I… wasn't her son… And my dad… He laid me down in the kitchen and told me to relax… I-I was so scared… He had a big kitchen knife in his hand… He lifted my shirt up and… H-he cut my stomach open… It hurt so much… I was so scared..."
Shunsui knew this because of the suicide note Gin had found, but he knew better than to tell Jūshirō this. Instead, he stayed quiet, listening.
"…And then the people at my school found out what my sensei had done… The other senseis stayed away from me… They were so distant from me… They ignored me whenever they could… And the students… They made fun of me because of what my sensei had done… They said it was my fault; that I had liked it… That I deserved it… No one wanted to be my friend, or talk to me without making fun of me… They hated me so much for what I couldn't prevent…"
Jūshirō cried harder as his body trembled. Shunsui wanted so desperately to reach out and hold him, tell him that everything would be okay now, but he knew that no amount of consoling could fix the damage that had been done.
"…I'm so sorry you've had to live like this…" Shunsui whispered as he wiped at his eyes. "…I wish I could help…"
Jūshirō turned to Shunsui with wide, wet eyes. "Y-you can help…! Please… I want you to… to have sex with me, Shunsui…"
Shunsui bit his lip. He shook his head, not wanting to take advantage of Jūshirō when he was in such a fragile state. "…I can't do that to you, Juu… You're hurting…"
"That's why I want you to…" Jūshirō whimpered, pleading in his eyes and voice. "Please… Y-you make my pain stop… Please… Show me that sex can be enjoyable… Make my pain go away… Please… Make the memories stop…"
"I'm scared of taking advantage of you…" Shunsui confided.
"That doesn't matter!" Jūshirō all but begged. "They all took advantage of me! I know you won't! Y-you never make me do things I don't want to! You're different from the others! …Please…!"
"We haven't even eased you into preparation, yet…" Shunsui bit his lip. "…I don't… want to hurt you…"
Jūshirō shook his head. "You won't… I-I… I trust you so much, Shunsui… Please… Help me forget everything they've done to me..."
Shunsui couldn't stand hearing the agonising pleads coming out of Jūshirō's mouth any longer. He nodded, giving in to the desperate pleas for salvation. He kissed Jūshirō gently, wanting to be careful with him; he was such a delicate man sex-wise and it didn't take much to upset him.
Jūshirō moaned as he returned the kiss in desperation. He reached up and gripped the brunet hair, it acting as his anchor. He moaned again as Shunsui pulled away and kissed his jaw, slowly making his way down his throat with ever-so-gentle kisses.
"Are you sure this is what you want...?" Shunsui whispered as he unbuttoned the white shirt Jūshirō wore. He frowned when his lover nodded, wishing that they could have had their first time together under happier circumstances.