Guest reviewer: No worries xD its fun to say that I've dedicated a sex scene to someone, haha. To be honest I've never felt any sort of strong opinion in regards to lime or lemon stuff, since I don't feel anything like that toward anime characters, so to me it was always just sort of part of the story. I did try to avoid getting too erotic and just staying in Kai's head and having him overthink everything. Either way it wasn't a big deal.

Hopefully this chapter doesn't come off too preachy, haha. It feels very middle school health class but was oddly fun to write.

I had wanted to stay longer after what we had done; to take time to simply feel the warmth of his skin on mine, but Wyatt wouldn't allow it. The chances of us being caught increased drastically the longer I stayed and he already wasn't sure what he was going to tell his parents in regards to his whereabouts, so we were forced to move on with our days.

Hugging him goodbye sent a flutter into my chest, a feeling I tried to hold onto as I walked home. Now I lay on my stomach on top of my bed sheets, hoping that the soreness would pass quickly and I would soon be able to sit down comfortably and look like a normal person. I had taken a bath in order to wash the smell of sex off of myself and to just let my body soak in warm water, but it hadn't made a huge difference regarding comfort.

A knock made its way gently to my door before it opened slowly, Riku now staring at me in slight confusion.

"Not now." I mumbled. I wanted to be alone.

"Are you tired?" He asked.

"A little."

Coming closer to me so that his face was merely centimeters away from mine, he wrinkled his eyebrows while looking down my face and neck.

"Did someone beat you up?"

"What?" I responded. "No, what are you talking about?"

He poked me in the neck, which I didn't realize until now was rather tender and fully exposed via the tank top that I wore.

"Bruises." He said.

Pulling myself up, I looked into the full length mirror that hung from the door, blushing harshly as I realized what he was talking about.

I was covered in hickeys.

Grabbing a hoodie out of the closet and throwing it on, I threw the hood up and zipped it up to my neck, hoping no one would question it.

"I'm fine." I said. "It's nothing, just… teenager stuff."

God dammit, Kai, that was a terrible lie… you're better than this. Riku wasn't stupid, he knew the difference between acne and several clusters of broken blood vessels.

"I'm supposed to tell you that dinner is ready."

"Can you tell then I'm not hungry?"

I really didn't want to face adults after this, especially when one of those adults was my father. No one wants to come home and shoot the breeze with a parent right after losing their virginity.

Attempting to sit down, I flinched slightly, resorting to resting myself more on my hip before giving up all together and just laying down again instead. I could rest for a bit and it would pass, hopefully. I mean, I had only done the deed maybe an hour ago, it was probably normal to still be uncomfortable.

Pulling my phone out, I sent Wyatt a text message, allowing my cheeky side to come out a little bit.

I can't sit down… I think you broke me.

Setting it on the bed next to me, I sighed, letting a small smile fill my face as I closed my eyes. I had expected to feel more different than I currently did, to feel more mature or like I had hit some sort of adult milestone… I didn't though. Everything that I had been before the hotel was still exactly what I was now.

Was this really it?

Taking in the silence, I was suddenly caught off guard by my door opening again, no one bothering to knock this time.

"Kai?" My father spoke to me awkwardly, peaking into my room as though expecting me to be naked or something. "What's going on?"

I raised an eyebrow, pulling myself up onto my elbows and looking at him questioningly.

"I'm just not hungry." I said.

"Your brother is saying that you're covered in bruises."

I blushed, averting eye contact and hoping that he wouldn't notice. Way to get thrown under the bus by a six year old.

"He's confused." I said. "It's just… training injuries. I told him that I was fine, no one needs to worry about me."

I took hold of the neck of my hoodie, pulling it together tightly in order to make sure everything was covered. I hadn't thought anything of it when he had been nibbling at my neck, it had felt good and he didn't seem to be going at it particularly hard.

"You're rather fidgety tonight." My dad continued. "Where did you go off to before?"

"I was just hanging out with some friends."

"Let me see where you're hurt."

"I'm fine, really. I can come and eat dinner, it's not a big deal, I just figured I would save you the trouble of putting a plate out."

"You're acting strange, Kai…"

He didn't look worried about me per say, instead being more stern than I was accustomed to. My dad was actually acting like a parent for once.

Approaching me with slight caution, he pulled my hood down and off of my head, causing me to let go of the neck of the hoodie and revealing the cluster of popped vessels that had taken over my neck.

"I'm fine." I tried to intervene.

"Goddammit, Kai." My dad mumbled, pulling my chin back so that he could get a better look at what he was dealing with. "You can't be doing stuff like this."

"I didn't-"

"I understand that you're in a relationship and that your hormones are taking over, but you need to have more respect for yourself." He sat down on my bed, patting a spot next to him where I made an attempt to sit down. It was better currently to not get on his bad side, meaning I had to watch my mouth and attempt to be at least somewhat respectful, it would be all too easy for him to stop me from seeing Wyatt. "I need you to tell me the truth now, where were you today?"

Rocking slightly on the side of my hip, I looked down at my fidgeting hands and tried to think of something to say that would get me in less trouble.

"I was with Wyatt."

"I'm a few steps ahead of that, yes, but you aren't in the dorms anymore and I've told you that you're not allowed friends over when there isn't an adult home, so where were you exactly?"

"Does it matter?"

"It's my job to know where you are and if you're safe; at your age you shouldn't be spending time with a significant other without supervision, especially if you aren't going to respect yourself. I've told you before that there's a health clinic nearby that can talk to you more about things like sex and relationships and better explain to you why you aren't old enough for things like this before you go out and do something you aren't ready for."

"I'm not a little kid anymore."

"You're also not an adult." He looked me over once more, the awkward tension in the air growing thicker. "Why do you keep rocking like that? Are you hurt?"

"No."

"Can you sit normally?"

"...No."

Now it was my father who went red in the face, brushing his fingers through his hair like he hoped he could rip it out and have a sudden excuse to no longer be in the room with me and talking about this.

"I'm taking you to the doctor in the morning."

"For what?" I asked, unsure of what he was getting at.

"To get tested."

Although the conversation continued, it was clear that neither of us currently wanted to be a part of it, instead forced into what was anticipated of us midst the newfound family relationship we were expected to have.

"I don't need to get tested." I grumbled. "Anyway, I'm supposed to train tomorrow now that school is out."

"Kai, you aren't going anywhere at the moment, you are absolutely grounded."

Hang on… I was grounded?

"For what?" I asked, letting my anger out a bit more now. "I didn't do anything!"

"You've been being promiscuous and it's not okay, if you aren't able to handle being out on your own and making appropriate choices then you won't be going anywhere until you can prove that I can trust you."

"You're treating me like a baby!"

"You're sixteen, you're way too young to be in this serious of a relationship."

"I'm fifteen."

"You are absolutely not helping your case right now."

"You don't even know how old I am, you have no right to try and parent me."

"I would be a terrible parent if I didn't ground you for this."

"Do you really not think that ship has already sailed?"

My words were harsh, but this was absolutely nor fair. Wyatt and I had been alone in each others rooms nearly the entire school year and nothing had happened because we understood that we weren't ready. I could have been having sex for months now if I wanted to, if anything I was being mature about it, and since when do a few hickeys mean that I don't respect myself?

"I've owned up to my mistakes and I've grown from them." I father said, a certain level of sadness now in his eyes.

"So now I'm a mistake?"

"Leaving you was a mistake. I would take it back if I could, but I can't, all I can do now is try and be a better parent than I was. I'll be the first to admit that I know jack shit about raising a teenager, but that doesn't mean I don't remember being one."

"Does that mean you're punishing me for doing the same shit you did? How is that fair?"

"Watch your language."

"So you can say shit and I can't?"

"This isn't up for discussion, Kai. You're grounded until further notice."

"Fuck you!"

I plopped down on the bed, hiding my face in a pillow and pouting like a child. I had never been grounded in my entire life, you can't suddenly spring that on someone who's almost legally an adult.

To be honest I expected him to hit me, I had some less vivid memories of telling my mom to shut up and getting popped in the mouth, which I suppose I deserved at the time, but he didn't. Instead he left me to lay there alone, leaving my room and closing the door behind him.

He was my father, but he would never be my dad…

I hated him.

Xxx

I was able to sit down in the car more or less normally, I was still sore but it had definitely relaxed from what it was yesterday, even though I had to keep looking over at my father when we hit a bump to make sure he couldn't see me flinching.

"This is stupid." I said when he parked, choosing on my own free will to continue being a brat. "I don't need to go to a clinic or talk to a doctor."

"This isn't up for discussion, son."

He shook his head at me, getting out and coming to my side in order to open the door. I thought about refusing, it wasn't like he could make me get out of the car or carry me into the building, but based on where we currently were I didn't want the possibility of unwanted media attention.

Shutting the door obnoxiously hard, I stuffed my hands in my pockets and kept my eyes on the floor so that I didn't have to see anyone, continuing said level of teenage angst up until we made it into the room where I was to have my appointment. Thankfully I was allowed to kick my dad out, so there was something to be thankful for.

"How are you doing, Kai?" A male doctor asked me, smiling in a way that looked oddly believable. I was used to doctors being fake… and older, this guy was on the oddly young side, likely not even thirty.

"I'm fine." I mumbled, hoping he wouldn't ask too many questions.

"I understand that your dad is concerned about your sexual experience and is asking you to get tested for the possibility of STD's, but I'd like to get to know you better first. Would you be willing to answer a few questions for me?"

I nodded, knowing I likely didn't have a choice.

"Are you currently sexually active?"

"I don't know..."

"Have you had either penetrative or oral sex?"

I paused, unsure if I should answer honestly.

"Yeah." I admitted, blushing slightly.

"With a male or female partner?"

"Does it matter?"

"It's important that you tell us everything so that we can figure out the best course of action to keep your mind and body healthy."

"I'm gay." I mumbled quietly.

"Pardon?"

"I'm a queer."

I wasn't really sure why I used the term, normally avoiding slang when it came to my identity. After all, I was still getting used to the idea of being completely open about it.

"Your sexual partner is your age?"

"He's sixteen."

"There's no one else you've been with?"

"No."

He was reading through some papers that were stuck to a clipboard, brushing his thick mess of brown hair out of his eyes. He almost resembled an adult Wyatt in a way.

"I'm concerned about some of your files that were given to me." He said. "I understand if you aren't comfortable talking about it, but your health forms from when you were a child state that there was belief that you were being sexually abused."

"You're right, I'm not comfortable talking about it."

"I'm mostly concerned that you were never tested for STD's during that time."

I raised an eyebrow at him. What would that really matter now? If I had gotten something from Yasha I would know about it by now… I would have symptoms.

"Is that relevant?"

"There are several STD's that can stay in your system without showing symptoms, but most of them are curable." He was frowning now when he looked at me. "I plan on testing for all of them, but my main concern right now is that you were never tested for HIV."

My stomach dropped harshly; I felt like I was going to be sick.

"Is it possible to not have symptoms for that?"

"It's possible that the symptoms could be missed, especially since you were a child."

I think he could see the fear my eyes held, touching a hand to my shoulder gently.

"Have you been using condoms in your current relationship?"

"We've only had sex once, but yes, he did. I didn't but I wasn't the one-"

I stopped myself, blushing at the idea that I was about to tell a young and attractive doctor that I had been the one to take it. Did this make me the girl in the relationship?

"Were there other sexual acts where protection was used?"

"We didn't use anything during oral sex..."

This was so awkward… now I was telling him that I'd had a dick in my ass and in my mouth. Wyatt was my main concern right now, though.

"He didn't finish that way, though. When he did it to me we didn't use protection and he swallowed, should he be coming in too?"

Was this too much information…?

"It wouldn't be a bad thing to suggest, but you're currently my patient and the one I'm concerned about. I'm going to administer you a round of STD testing with emphasis on HIV along with vaccinating you for HPV."

So now I had to let a doctor poke around my junk and I had to get a shot?

"When will I know?"

"Between three and five business days."

"Are you going to tell my dad?"

"He'll need to sign off on you being tested and on you getting vaccinated but he won't be told the logistics of it."

I didn't know how I was supposed to feel about all of this. Was it actually possible that I could have HIV and not know it because of something that happened when I was a kid? He has used my mouth, he hadn't actually penetrated me, but then how would the doctors know something had happened? Had he and I just blocked out the memory?

I was numb… I was completely mentally numb… I wanted to go home and pretend that none of this happened.

Taking my phone out of my pocket, I reread the short conversation that Wyatt and I had the day before, after my father had left me alone.

I can't sit down… I think you broke me.

You OK?

I'm grounded as of right now.

For what?

Being a slut, I think.

Huh?

I'm covered in hickeys.

Oh shit… sorry.

What was I supposed to say to him now? I didn't want to scare him for no reason, but what if there was a reason?

I sunk down into the chair.

I didn't want to be here anymore.

Xxx

The remainder of the appointment had gone smoothly; it wasn't particularly painful and was relatively fast, ignoring the part at the end where a nurse had to come in and talk to be about the importance of safe sex. She also made a comment about being concerned about my weight, which I suppose was fair, and made me answer questions that I was pretty sure were to figure out if I was suicidal.

Now sulking in my room, I didn't bother looking up when I heard the door open, my fathers weight causing the bed to shift slightly.

"I may have been too hard on you yesterday..." He said, causing me to turn my head. "There are going to be times where you'll need to be patient with me, though. It's not always easy to accept that you're growing up."

"We spent the night in each others dorms all the time." I said sadly, wishing that we were still in school. "We never slept together. If I thought I was ready don't you think I would have done something then? You think I don't have self respect, but I do."

It wasn't a lie, we had fooled around in our dorms, that was where we saw each other naked for the first time, but we hadn't actually had sex, even though I now wish we would have. It would have been easier.

"As much as I don't want the answer to this question, I think it's important for me to know if you're sexually active. I want you to feel comfortable talking to me."

"Would you be acting this awkward if I was straight?"

"Of course I would, the only difference is that I don't need to worry about you getting someone pregnant."

I thought back to Max… had his parents known that he was having sex? How had they reacted when he told them that the girl was pregnant? How had he reacted when she told him?

"He never made me do anything that I didn't consent to." I stated.

"I'm going to be honest, Kai… some of the things I've heard regarding Wyatt are… concerning."

"He isn't like that, one of our classmates is out to get him."

Okay so I was stretching the truth a bit, but could anyone blame me?

"Did you ever feel pressured to consent?"

"If I did, it wouldn't be consent, now would it?"

"You know what I mean."

He didn't scold me for having an attitude this time, which, to be honest, kind of annoyed me.

"It was my idea to have sex," I admitted. "If anything, I pressured him to do it."

My father brought his gaze to the ceiling, rubbing at his eyes and forehead and sighing awkwardly. He was clearly extremely uncomfortable with this conversation, but I couldn't have him thinking badly of Wyatt. He had made bad choices, but he was one of the most empathetic people I had ever met.

It took some time for my father to keep talking, pausing in order to figure out how the hell you continue the conversation when you're kid admits to no longer having a virginity.

"Were you safe?" He asked.

"Yes."

"I can't say I'm thrilled with the things you've told me… you're still way too young, but I can't help but be proud of your maturity."

"Does that mean I'm not grounded?"

"No, you're definitely still grounded. Proud of your maturity doesn't mean you aren't still in trouble for what happened. I don't want the two of you unsupervised, or I want you to at least have the door open."

"That isn't fair."

"You're too young. You'll understand someday." My father hugged me around the neck, pulling me into him and kissing me on the forehead like a little kid before getting up onto his feet. "Hana is making lunch if you're hungry."

Brushing a hand through my hair, he left me alone once more.