Growing Up Hisagi

A/N: This chapter was a lot of fun to write, and I like how it came out. Probably because I am a huge perv. Hopefully it's not too offensive. There is shota, kind of, I guess. But only in Shuhei's imagination.

Brukleflesche: I'm glad that you like Shuhei's slow awakening. I can just see him being a slow bloomer, you know? It's cute to see him a little naïve about things. Of course, he's older in this part, so we'll see what happens. . .
Shadowkittae: Lol. Kensei is a goodlooking man, for a 2-dimensional character. Glad you liked Shuhei's little discoveries and Akon's role in it (Akon doesn't get enough love.)
Amy: Hahaha. Maybe Akon can give sex ed lessons to the kids at the shinigami academy, he'd probably be good at it. It's a good thing Shuhei has a friend like him around. At any rate, I'm glad you liked chapter one so much! In terms of their characterization, Shuhei and Kensei are a lot of fun to write, so it's nice to know people are enjoying their interactions. And, you know, there's nothing wrong with being a perv! We have all the fun anyway ^_^ (Also, I think you're right about the samurai manga baing called Craft. I haven't read it in a long time, but they had only finished a few chapters when I did, so it doesn't surprise me that it's not finished yet).
Ya-u: I'm glad you liked it so much! And that you now like this pairing! I have to admit that I wasn't big on them either until I saw some doujinshi for them. But now I think they're super cute together ^^
Ang69: Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Wow: Aww, thank you. I'm more than happy to spread the Kensei/Shuhei love.
kikwangs: Thank you ^_^ Yeah, I wanted this fic to be pretty structured, mostly so I wouldn't take forever to write it, and skipping a few decades each time just seemed like a good idea. So I'm really glad you liked that decision! Kensei/Shuhei are a great pairing, considering their canon relationship, so I'm surprised there's not more stuff out there for them. I'm glad I could fill the void just a little bit.


Chapter Two: Wet Dream


A few decades later. . .


Shuhei was nude on his futon, masturbating and flipping through a magazine Akon had given him. Akon had taught him all about sex, albeit in an extremely dry, clinical way. Still, now Shuhei felt like he was much more informed about things. He pulled on his penis as he looked at the magazine, eyes locked on to his favorite page. On the page were two naked men. One was sitting on a couch, but you couldn't see what he looked like, because another man was straddling his lap. The second man had half of the first man's cock up his hole, and cum was shooting out of his penis. It had already sprayed all over his stomach, but was still coming out. Shuhei could tell the first man had come, too, because there was cum leaking out of the second man's butt and out around the first man's penis.

Shuhei liked to imagine the two men were him and Kensei. He liked to imagine that it was the couch in Kensei's office, and Kensei was sitting on it while Shuhei bounced up and down on his hard, thick penis. Shuhei shivered, then let go of his penis as he turned over onto his belly. He reached his hand back and shoved two fingers up his butt, crying out as he did so. It always hurt at first, but then it felt so good. He couldn't imagine that there was anything that felt better, unless it was having a penis up there. Shuhei loved to fuck himself with his fingers like this.

"Shuhei."

Shuhei's eyes snapped wide open even as the rest of him froze. He was afraid to turn around. Kensei shouldn't be here right now, he should still be working. Shuhei gulped as he heard footsteps come closer to him on the bed, and slowly pulled his fingers out of his butt. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Instead, he buried his face into a pillow, and hoped that Kensei would leave him alone so that he could die of embarrassment.

"Shuhei, don't be embarrassed." A hand was brushing his hair out of face, and Shuhei turned tearful eyes to look at Kensei. The older man didn't seem nearly as shocked or mad as Shuhei would have thought.

"You're not mad?" Shuhei asked, sniffling a little, just like he used to do when he was a little brat fresh from Rukongai.

"No, of course not," Kensei said. "You're just doing what comes naturally to a boy. I should have known that you were old enough now for me to teach you about these kinds of things."

Shuhei was a little surprised by the words, but not unpleasantly so.

"Sit up, Shuhei."

Shuhei did what Kensei wanted. He sat up, a little embarrassed as his still hard penis was exposed to the cold air and Kensei's knowing gaze. But the way Kensei was staring at his penis made him feel better. He liked the feeling of having Kensei look at him there. It made his cock harden even more.

"Do you play with yourself a lot, Shuhei?"

Shuhei nodded. It was a little strange to be discussing this, but Kensei was being surprisingly patient with him. "Almost once a day."

"Good," Kensei said, "It's important to do it once or twice a day. Or else it everything will pool up in here-"

Shuhei jumped a little bit as Kensei's finger reached down to prod at his balls.

"-and you'll get tense and jittery. Have you ever played with someone else's penis?"

Shuhei shook his head no.

"Then I guess I'll have to teach you how to handle another man's cock."

Shuhei watched, his mouth watering, as Kensei untied and pulled back his hakama to reveal his thick, heavy penis. It was already half-hard as he sat down next to Shuhei.

"Go ahead and take it in your hands. Try to get it nice and hard."

Shuhei didn't have to be asked twice. He had wanted to do this ever since he had learned that touching himself felt good. He reached both his hands out to wrap around Kensei's cock. It was smooth and hot in his palms, and he wasted no time in stroking it, wanting so very badly to see what Kensei's penis looked like when it was hard. It didn't take him long; his hands had a lot of practice, after all. Kensei's hard penis was even more beautiful than he had imagined. It was long and thick, standing up and curving just slightly to the right. It was already drooling onto the blanket, pre-cum dripping liberally from its tip. Shuhei licked his lips at the sight of it.

"You look like you want to taste it," Kensei said, smirking a little bit. "Go ahead."

Shuhei leaned over and dipped his tongue out, licking the pre-cum from the tip of Kensei's penis. It was tangy and delicious, and Shuhei couldn't get enough of it. He squeezed more out of Kensei's penis and lapped at it before taking the whole head in his mouth. Shuhei discovered that if he sucked hard on Kensei even more pre-cum would flow out, right onto his waiting tongue.

"How does it taste?" Kensei asked, reaching down to grasp Shuhei's penis in his hand.

Shuhei shivered as Kensei stroked him. His mouth left Kensei's cock just for a moment, just long enough to answer. "It's really yummy."

Kensei chuckled a little at his answer, and at the fact that Shuhei returned to sucking his cock so quickly. "Good. Keep sucking, and soon you'll get even more cream out of it. Would you like that?"

Shuhei nodded as best he could with his mouth full.

"Good. From now on, I'll feed you cream every day if you want."

Shuhei shivered at the promise and sucked even harder. It wasn't long before he heard Kensei grunt, and soon his mouth was filled with hot, delicious cream. He swallowed it as Kensei pulled his shooting cock out of his mouth, and Shuhei felt hot semen shooting against and coating his face. He opened his mouth to catch it on his tongue as Kensei kept shooting jet after jet onto his face. When Kensei was done Shuhei was drenched, the cum plastering his hair to his face and dripping down his chin.

"Get on you back and hold up your legs, Shuhei."

Shuhei did as he was told, excited that Kensei's penis didn't seem to be going limp at all. He was shivering in anticipation, knowing from his magazine what Kensei was going to do next. Still, he wanted confirmation.

"What are you doing, Taichou?"

Kensei scooped up cum from Shuhei's face and pressed it into his little butt hole. Shuhei could feel the wet fingers enter him and squish around inside of him. "I'm filling your hole up with cum, so it's nice and slippery for me to put my dick inside. Have you ever had a penis up your butt, Shuhei?"

Shuhei shook his head as he moaned. Kensei was holding his hole open with the fingers of one hand, and scooping up cum with the other hand and letting it drip inside. Then Kensei used his fingers to shove the cum deep inside of Shuhei's butt, stretching it and getting it wet.

"Good," Kensei said, as he pulled his fingers away completely. He pulled himself closer to Shuhei, and Shuhei felt the tip of Kensei's big penis press against his hole. "I've always wanted to be the one to open you up."

Shuhei held his breath and closed his eyes as he felt Kensei's penis start to push into him. He wanted to feel every sensation as it happened. He couldn't believe this was happening; he was going to have Kensei's penis inside of him, just like he had wanted for so long. He cried out as Kensei easily sunk into his wet, sloppy hole. He could feel his hole open and spread around the big cock. It felt even better than he had ever imagined.

"The tip's in," Kensei said, his hand coming to brush Shuhei's hair out of his face. "Are you ready for me to push all the way in?"

"Yes!" Shuhei cried. "Please! I want you all the way inside of me."

With a grunt, Kensei pushed in the rest of the way. Shuhei sighed in pleasure as he felt Kensei's penis open him up, spreading him apart in a way his fingers never did. Kensei's penis was hot and pulsing inside of him, and soon Shuhei could feel coarse pubic hair rubbing against his balls.

"Does it feel good, Shuhei? Does it feel good to have my penis up your butt?"

"Yeah," Shuhei panted, "it feels amazing."

It felt even more amazing as Kensei started to move, pulling his penis in and out of Shuhei's hole. Shuhei couldn't help but cry out as he did so. He had never felt anything even remotely this good.

"Your butt feels so good," Kensei said as he panted. The statement made Shuhei happy; something inside of him beamed with the fact that he could make Kensei feel good like this. "I want you to see how I fuck you."

Kensei bent Shuhei's legs back even more, until his lower back was lifted into the air. Shuhei was almost bent in half now, but his hole wasn't that far from his face. He could see Kensei's cock moving in and out of it, could see how it tried to cling onto the sides of Kensei's penis. There was a lot of cum and pre-cum inside his hole, and as Kensei pulled his cock out, thin ropes of it would be pulled out as well, sticking to the sides of Kensei's penis. Then he would push back in, pushing the cum in too, though some of it would spill over the sides of Shuhei's hole.

It was too much. It felt amazing enough to have Kensei moving inside of it, but the sight of it sent Shuhei over the edge. He came, thick, hot cum shooting out of his cock to land on his chest and chin.

Shuhei shot up in bed, breathing hard. He held a hand to his chest. His robes were still on. He looked to his side. Kensei was sleeping peacefully there, his muscular chest rising and falling with each deep breath. The front of Shuhei's fundoshi was sticky, and his penis felt limp and drained. Careful not to wake Kensei up, he got up and went to the bathroom to clean up the evidence of his nocturnal emissions.

Shit. It had been a long time since Shuhei had had that fantasy, involving a younger version of him and a Kensei that was all too eager to teach him how to become a man. It had been a few decades since he had been some brat who hadn't even known how to jerk off. In those decades he had taken the exam for the shinigami academy twice over, had failed once, and had learned pretty much everything he would ever need to know about sex from the R&D Institute's "Sample Collection Room."

Of course, in those decades, nothing had happened between him and Kensei either. Shuhei was scared beyond belief to make a move, certain that it would change their whole relationship. He wasn't sure if it would make Kensei hate him, but. . . he was sure Kensei wouldn't be pleased with it. The picture he had finger painted for Kensei when they had first met still hung, framed, in Kensei's office, an ever present reminder that Kensei thought of him as a child and nothing more.

And even if Shuhei did want to make a move, he had no idea how to go about it. Akon's porn magazines always skipped that part of things. At any rate, it was better to keep to the status quo. It was better that he was just able to stay by Kensei's side like this, even if they didn't have the relationship that Shuhei wanted. Even if Kensei wasn't really speaking to him at the moment.

Shuhei rinsed the fabric of his fundoshi with water before throwing it in the hamper. He'd get a fresh one from the dresser in a little bit. But first he washed his hands, catching sight of his reflection in the mirror. A freshly tattooed "69" sat in the upper ridge of his cheek. It had been a present to himself after he had found out that he had passed the exam. Visible evidence that he was one step closer to the man that he idolized. Kensei had been absolutely livid when he saw it, and had lectured Shuhei for about an hour about how idiotic it was to get someone else's mark tattooed on him, and on his face no less. Shuhei had scowled through the whole thing, and had shunpoed away when Kensei was finished, angry that Kensei didn't understand.

Shuhei came home later and they had eaten dinner together in silence before going to bed without saying even one word to each other. Shuhei sighed and wondered how long Kensei would be mad at him over this. He left the bathroom and crawled back underneath his futon, and fell asleep to the sound of Kensei's gentle snoring.

The next morning Shuhei woke up early to make some miso soup for breakfast and prepare a bento for Kensei to take to work. It didn't take long for him to get the soup ready and set the table, and at that point Kensei was awake. Kensei came into the kitchen and sat down without a word. Shuhei could feel his heart drop a little without the familiar "good morning," that they always exchanged, but when he took his seat he was surprised to see a gift-wrapped present sitting on his placemat. He looked up at Kensei, but Kensei was focused on eating his soup.

Shuhei turned back to the present. He unwrapped it to find a leather-bound, gold-leaf edition of "The Art of Kido: A Comprehensive Encyclopedia." The book was already expensive enough even in its normal hardcover version, and famous through the shinigami world for being the definitive text on kido techniques.

"Thank you," Shuhei said, unable to keep a smile from spreading over his lips.

"I'm proud of you, Kid," Kensei said, still not looking up, "even if you did get that stupid thing tattooed on your face."

Kensei didn't seem like he was going to say anything more, so Shuhei only nodded as he started to eat his soup. By the time he was finished Kensei had already left for work, and Shuhei was alone in the captain's quarters. He decided to go visit Akon; he still hadn't told his friend about the news. He found him in the gigai testing room, slamming gigais into brick walls at high velocity.

"This is pretty gruesome," Shuhei said, watching as blood and limbs went flying though the air with the latest explosion.

Akon shrugged. "It's necessary. We want our gigais to be as realistically human as possible."

Shuhei wasn't going to ask if Akon had data on actual humans being slammed into walls. The less he knew about the R&D Institute, the better.

"By the way," Akon said, "congratulations. I saw your name on the list of passing candidates. I guess I owe you a congratulations present. . . though it can't be from the sample collection room. I think Mayuri-sama is starting to notice that magazines are disappearing."

"That's fine," Shuhei said. His small stack of magazines, hidden neatly at the bottom of his dresser, were enough for him.

"Maybe I can give you one of our special gigais," Akon said, considering. They had plenty, so Mayuri wouldn't care. The special gigais were useless for anything more than testing or entertainment anyway. The problem was how Shuhei would hide it from Kensei. . .

"What would I do with one of those?" Shuhei asked.

Akon wondered if Shuhei was really that big of an idiot. His friend wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but still. "What would you do with an anatomically correct, life-sized doll?"

Shuhei only blinked at him.

"Never mind," Akon said. "You're still pretty naive, despite all the time you spend here."

Shuhei decided to ignore Akon. It's what he did when he couldn't understand what the other boy was saying, which happened more than he liked to admit. He was going to ask if Akon wanted to take a break and go do something else when there was a knock on the door.

"Yoo hoo," came a familiar voice, as long, blond hair swished into the room. "I figured you'd be here."

"Hey, Shinji," Shuhei said, looking up at the man.

Shinji pouted as he came to ruffle Shuhei's hair. "I remember when you used to call me nii-san. You were such a cute kid, you know that? It's a shame that kids have to grow up."

"What are you doing here?" Shuhei was more curious than anything else. Shinji had been pretty busy lately, so he hadn't seen the other man that much. They still had training sessions every now and then, but it wasn't like before, when Shinji made it a point to play with him at least once a week.

"Looking for you," Shinji said. "I tried your house, but you weren't there, so I thought maybe you'd be playing with Akon. I came to give you a present for finally getting into the academy. Something I picked up from the human world."

Shinji handed him a bag, and Shuhei opened it to see what was inside. There were a few thin, square plastic cases, and a larger box with the words "CD Player" printed on it.

"It's called heavy metal," Shinji said. "Apparently it's all the rage with human teenagers these days, so I thought you'd get a kick out of it."

"Thanks, Shinji," Shuhei said, slapping Akon's curious hands away as he tried to look into the bag.

"I came to relay a message, too." Shinji said. "Just got back from the ninth division. Kensei's going to go drinking with his seated officers after work, so he might not come home tonight."

"Okay," Shuhei said, but Akon was raising an eyebrow at the statement.

"Is he really just drinking?" Akon asked Shinji.

The question earned Akon a smack to the back of his head.

"Ow!" he said, hands coming up to rub at where Shinji hit him.

"You," Shinji said, "don't go putting ideas into Shuhei's head. I'm gonna go now, so you kids try not to get into too much trouble, okay?"

"Okay," Shuhei said. As soon as he felt Shinji's reiatsu leave the institute he turned back to Akon. "What did you mean by that?"

Akon shrugged. "Does Muguruma-taichou stay out drinking a lot?"

"Not really," Shuhei answered. "Every now and then."

"But he stays out all night when he does it? Isn't that abnormal? Most people stumble home after drinking with their squad members. It's not hard to shunpo through Seireitei, unless you're passed out cold. And Muguruma-taichou doesn't seem like the kind of person who would drink until he passes out."

"What are you getting at?" Shuhei asked.

"Well, think about it," Akon said. "Muguruma-taichou's a man. He has a man's needs."

". . ." Shuhei blinked.

"He's probably out fulfilling them."

Shuhei scowled at the statement. He wondered why he hadn't thought of it before, but of course Kensei would going somewhere to obtain release. He was a full-grown man, after all, with sexual experience and pent-up desires. Shuhei's heart dropped to his stomach when he realized that all those times Kensei stayed out at night, he was probably having sex with someone.

"But with who?" Shuhei found himself saying. If there was someone else, Kensei had never talked about it. Was it someone in the ninth division? Was it with Mashiro, maybe?

"Do you want to find out?" Akon asked, curiosity swirling in those otherwise blank eyes.

Shuhei took a deep breath before he answered. "Yeah. I do."

They waited until about an hour before Kensei usually left his office, and borrowed two of those reiatsu-sealing cloaks that Urahara had developed. They put them on and hid themselves in the bushes outside headquarters, waiting patiently for Kensei to come out. When he finally did so, he came out with Shinobu at his side.

"Shinobu?" Shuhei muttered, in disbelief. He would never have guessed. But Akon was shushing him.

"We don't have enough evidence to come to a conclusion," Akon said. "Let's follow them."

The two boys followed the men, careful to stay as far away as possible without losing their track. It would be too easy for two men of their caliber to realize they were being followed, but luckily they didn't seem to be paying attention to something like that. Shuhei and Akon followed them as they left Seireitei and stepped out into Rukongai. Shuhei wondered why they were going there when they came to a stop in front of a building and went inside. As Shuhei stopped and looked around, he realized that wherever they were, it was a little seedy compared to other areas of the first district. Although still nicer than the other districts of Rukongai.

"Where are we?" he asked Akon.

"A brothel in the pleasure district," Akon answered. "Come on, let's get onto the roof."

The two boys jumped onto the roof of the brothel easily, and crouched down and waited. All the rooms of the building were connected by the open courtyard in the middle, so they were bound to see Kensei and Shinobu come through here eventually. Shinobu was the first to come out, walking with two women into one of the side rooms. Shuhei could feel his heart beat up as he waited for Kensei to appear. . . though, somehow, he was relieved that Kensei and Shinobu weren't sleeping together.

Shuhei's heart almost burst when Kensei walked through the front door. Leading him was a attractive young man, with shoulder-lengh light brown hair tied in a low ponytail.

"Well," Akon said, "at least now you know he likes boys."

Shuhei wasn't sure if that was supposed to comfort him. They watched as Kensei and the man walked to into a room at the back of the building. Akon tugged at Shuhei's sleeve, moving him forward.

"That side of the building faces an alley," Akon said, "we might be able to see them through the window."

Shuhei gulped. While the thought of Kensei with another man was somewhat upsetting, he couldn't deny the fact that something inside of him really wanted to see it. It didn't take long for Akon to find the window, and the boys crouched down in front of it. Luckily, the men inside hadn't bothered to close the curtains, probably figuring that no one would walk down that closed off alley way.

"He doesn't waste time, does he?" Akon said.

Shuhei lifted his head up to look in. And felt his face turn bright red. The bed was right in front of the window, the headboard propped up on the opposite wall. Kensei was nude and laying on the bed, his arms crossed behind his head and his legs slightly splayed. Every single muscle was on display, from his biceps to his pecs to his thick, powerful thighs. But what caught Shuhei's attention the most was his penis, still limp and resting on top of his thigh. Shuhei had only managed to get peeks before, so it was amazing to be able to stare at it all he wanted. He could feel his own penis get hard just from looking at it.

The two men inside were talking, and Shuhei wished he could what they were talking about. But after a little conversation the other man took off his robes and came to lay down sideways on the bed, his face in Kensei's crotch. Shuhei had never been more jealous of anyone than he was of that unknown man right now. The man nuzzled against Kensei's crotch before taking his penis in his mouth. Shuhei watched in awe as Kensei's cock grew bigger in the man's mouth. As the man bobbed up and down it got bigger and bigger, until it was harder and longer than in any of Shuhei's fantasies. It glistened with saliva, and Shuhei could see the little veins that ran along the edges, the faint ridge on the underside of it. And Kensei's balls. . . large and swollen and ready to explode.

After awhile Kensei grabbed the man's hips and pulled him so he was on top of Kensei, their crotches in each other's faces. The man's cock disappeared in Kensei's mouth, and Kensei's fingers disappeared into the man's butt. They slid in easily, and Shuhei wondered if the man had already prepared himself before his client had come. Shuhei's cock was completely hard now, and he couldn't help but pretend that he was that man, and he was sucking on Kensei's penis while Kensei sucked on his and played with his butt.

Shuhei's hand came down to rub at his crotch over the fabric covering it. He briefly looked over at Akon, only to see that Akon had pulled out his own penis and was stroking it while he watched the scene inside the room. Well. . . they were in an empty alley. Shuhei reached down and pulled his penis out from underneath all those folds of fabric, and started jerking on himself. He almost jumped up, however, when he felt fingers that weren't his touch his penis. He looked over at Akon, shocked.

"Let's do each other," Akon said. "It feels better that way."

Akon's hand wrapped around his cock and stroked it. Shuhei shivered. He was right; it felt better to have someone else do it. He reached his hand out and wrapped it around Akon's cock, and they jerked each other off as they watched the scene inside.

The man was getting off of Kensei and laying down on the bed as Kensei got out of the way. He spread his legs wide, and Shuhei could see his wet hole glistening under the lights. So he had prepared himself before hand. He watched as Kensei got in between the man's legs. The way they were positioned Shuhei could only see Kensei's backside, two slim legs dangling on either side of it. Kensei's back and ass. . . they were always so beautiful. Shuhei watched as Kensei moved forward, and he almost came just to think that Kensei was sliding inside of the other man.

Kensei didn't take any time before he started really fucking the man in front of him. His ass would clench with each powerful thrust into the man, and he would thrust hard and fast each time. The man was screaming so loudly that they could hear it from outside. It must have felt so good. Shuhei wished he could feel what it was like having Kensei fuck him. At the thought of it he felt his balls tighten, and then he was spilling himself into Akon's hand. Akon came a few minutes later, and they both sunk against the wall, breathing heavy. The faint sound of moaning could still be heard from inside.

They had barely tucked themselves into their robes when Shinji appeared out of nowhere in front of them.

"What the hell do you two think you're doing here?" he asked, scowling. Shuhei looked terrified to see him there, though Akon was as nonchalant as ever. Shinji sighed. He had seen the two boys touching each other as he was gliding by, and had been shocked at the sight. He didn't know that telling Shuhei that it was okay to masturbate would lead to this. "Look, Shuhei, you know how I told you it was okay to touch yourself? Well, this-"

He used a finger to gesture around Shuhei's genitalia.

"-is still a private area. Which means you don't let anyone else touch it, okay? And you-"

Here Shinji turned to face an unrepentant Akon.

"-well, you work for Mayumi, so you're probably a sexual deviant anyway, but try not to corrupt Shuhei anymore than you already have, please. It is not okay to peep in on people having sex. What are you two looking at anyway?"

Shinji lifted his head up and went pale. The window was open. Staring back at him was Kensei, dressed in a flimsy yukata and scowling.

"Shinji. Why the hell are you here, and why are you yelling?"

"Look, Kensei," Shinji said, "don't get mad at them. They're just boys. They were curious."

Kensei's eyes widened at Shinji's words. He looked down, freezing as he saw Shuhei looking up at him. What the hell? What was Shuhei doing there? He could feel anger welling up inside of him, despite Shinji's words. The pleasure district was no place for a kid like Shuhei to be. And what's worse was that he had apparently seen Kensei having sex. With a prostitute.

"Shuhei," Kensei growled, his voice loud and harsh, "go to your room. Now."

Shuhei barely had time to make an "eep" noise before he turned and ran away, moving as fast as his legs would carry him.

"Geez, Kensei," Shinji said, "he was already terrified. You didn't have to yell at him."

"What the hell was he doing here?" Kensei asked, through gritted teeth. "Did you bring him here?"

"No way!" Shinji said, not wanting Kensei to kill him in the alley way of the pleasure district. "I was just passing by when I saw him here."

"Shuhei and I followed you here," said Akon, in a small voice.

Kensei scowled as he turned to Akon, but he felt bad yelling at a kid he didn't really know. "Why the hell did you do that?"

"We were curious."

Kensei buried his face in his hands and let out a string of expletives. How was he supposed to explain this to Shuhei? How was he supposed to explain something like casual sex? "How am I supposed to explain to the kid that I was fucking a prostitute? That I was paying someone to let me get my rocks off inside of them? What kind of role model am I?"

"Forget being a perfect role model," Shinji said. "Shuhei's not as innocent as you think, he understands urges. You weren't doing anything horrible, you know."

"You're such an idiot," Kensei snarled. "Stop acting like this is okay."

"Look," Shinji said, not wanting to deal with this, "the fact is, Shuhei saw you, and there's nothing you can do about it now. Don't take your anger out on him just because you're embarrassed."

"Yeah." Kensei breathed deeply. He realized that Shinji was right. Still, he felt a little bit better slamming the window in Shinji's face and seeing it collide against Shinji's nose. He turned around and looked at the man laying on the bed, feeling a little sheepish. "Umm. . . sorry about that."

The man shrugged and held out his hand. "I've seen worse."

Kensei paid the man, giving him a big tip in addition to the standard charge.

"Ask for me again next time," the man said, winking.

Kensei took his time getting home, not looking forward to the conversation he was going to have with Shuhei. Once he got there he found Shuhei sitting against the wall of the bedroom, his legs gripped tightly in his arms. Seeing Shuhei scared like that only made him feel worse about things.

"Kid. . . " Kensei sighed as he made his way into the room, taking a seat next to Shuhei. "Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you like that. But from now on, you're not allowed in the pleasure district, okay? That's no place for a kid like you."

Shuhei nodded. He seemed to relax a little bit, which was good, though Kensei still wasn't sure how to explain things to him.

"It's. . . it's a place for adults, okay? When you're an adult, you have certain urges that you have to take care of. So you go to places like that. But only when you're an adult. Understood?"

Shuhei nodded again. Kensei was feeling relieved that he understood when Shuhei spoke up. "Do you have urges, Taichou? That's why you go to places like that?"

"Umm. . . yeah."

"But why?" Shuhei asked. He took a big breath, and leaned just a little bit closer to Kensei. "When you want to do that kind of thing, why can't you just come to me?"

"Wait. What?" Kensei was dumbfounded, and frozen in shock. He was frozen as Shuhei got on his knees and came closer to him, as Shuhei put his arms around his neck and pressed a kiss against his lips. The kiss woke him up, though, and he gripped Shuhei's shoulder's with his hands, pushing the boy away. "Okay. I think I got you a little confused, so let me try this again."

"I'm not confused," Shuhei said, tone defiant. He pushed Kensei's arms away and wrapped his arms back around Kensei's shoulders, burying his head in the crook of Kensei's neck. Kensei could feel Shuhei's heart beating a mile a minute against him. "Taichou, I want you to do those kinds of things with me."

"Kid. . . Shuhei, you're confused. I raised you, for God's sake."

"But I never thought of you as a father figure. Even before I knew what sex was, I wanted to have sex with you."

Kensei was too shocked to know what to do. Shuhei was shaking against him, so the only thing he could think to do was comfort the boy. He ran his hands up and down Shuhei's back, trying to calm the kid down.

"Look," he finally said. "Maybe you should move out."

Shuhei's grip tightened around his shoulders. "What?"

"Just temporarily. Most academy students live in the dorms, anyway, it will be a good experience for you."

"You're trying to get rid of me?" Shuhei could feel his eyes sting and blur.

"No, of course not. Your futon will be here whenever you want to come home. This will always be your home, Shuhei, I just think maybe it'd do you some good to spend some time away from me."

Shuhei buried his face in Kensei's neck even more as he felt tears start to fall from his eyes. He knew it. He knew that if he said something everything would change. He must have cried for the rest of the night. But the whole time, Kensei held onto him, those strong, comforting hands rubbing at his back.