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Hide sighed to himself as he cleaned up Kaneki’s apartment. He picked up wrapper after wrapper, swept up half chewed foods and stared at a concerningly bent knife for too long. He placed it on the countertop, planning to talk to Kaneki about it later. He had called him just earlier, and Hide had responded, only to hear the sound of broken sobs and quiet begs for company. Kaneki seemed to regret the call, as immediately, he hung up.

Hide had come anyway, and found Kaneki passed out on the couch with his apartment in tatters. Hide was cleaning it up now when he heard Kaneki begin to stir. A quiet groan from the living room and Hide let out a shaky breath. Show time. He walked up to Kaneki, and sat down on the couch by his legs. When the pair made eye contact, Kaneki blushed, likely from embarrassment, and curled over into the back of the couch. Hide saw him scrunch his eyes shut before smothering his face in the couch. Hide let out a snort.

“You uhh, wanna tell me what happened dude?” Hide asked, gently placing a hand on Kaneki’s leg. Kaneki flinched away from the touch, curling up further into a ball. Hide tsked. “Kaneki…? Kaneki come on dude…” Hide groaned as he shook Kaneki’s leg, waiting for the other to respond. Kaneki didn’t respond, so Hide replied by shaking his leg again. When Kaneki did not respond again, Hide shook his leg harder. When that didn't work, it devolved into tickles. He let his hands run up and down Kaneki’s side in fast motions, hearing the alarmed yelp from the other one as they fought back Hide’s onslaught.

To Hide’s surprise, Kaneki actually succeeded in pushing him away. In one sharp motion, Kaneki pushed Hide down, pinning him to the couch with an unusual level of strength from Kaneki. Bewildered, Hide blinked up at him, as Kaneki turned red, their faces slightly too close and his hands too tight around Hide’s arms. Kaneki squealed and sat back, flipping into a sitting position by the other end of the couch. Hide sat up as well, resting on arm over his knee that he hiked up to his chest, watching Kaneki with an amused, if not slightly curious smile.

“You ready to talk now?” He asked, as he leant back casually on the chair. Kaneki scratched his cheek as he nodded, albeit slowly. Hide tried to send a reassuring smile his way but Kaneki just averted eye contact.

“So… I guess what happened was…” He started, as he tried to think of words. He stopped speaking entirely as he started to fiddle with his nails. Hide just watched, and waited. Eventually, Kaneki took a deep breath, and let out a few, shaky words. “It was just a little breakdown… nothing more…” He looked up as he said it, and his hand rose to his chin.

Hide paused for a moment, evaluating his choices. Either he called Kaneki out on his bullshit, and asked about the knife… or he let it slide. As much as his brain had a desire to know everything that had happened, the more empathetic part of him knew he shouldn't press Kaneki too far, especially after what happened with his hospital trip and stuff. After a sigh, he resolved to simply let Kaneki get away with it.
The two were awfully quiet the rest of the evening as Hide helped Kaneki clean up his apartment. It didn't take all that long, and soon they found themselves side by side on the couch again.

Kaneki was still exhausted from his realisation and break down, so he gravitated towards the couch shortly after cleaning a few things. He tried not to notice the bent knife, neatly placed on the kitchen table and tried not to think about what that meant. He flopped down, feeling a bone tired feeling in his limbs, rubbing his eyes as he knew there were major bags underneath them. He struggled to pull himself to a sitting position, and tried to smile when he heard Hide snort.

The other boy sat close next to him, maybe too close. He helped Kaneki sit up straight, and did not protest when the tired black hair boy flopped his head down into Hide’s chest. If anything, the other boy enjoyed it, hiding a blush on his face and looking away. Kaneki tucked his legs up, curling himself into hide’s side and feeling the other one tense up. He let out a hum.

“What’s wrong? Hide?” He mumbled, far too tried to realise that maybe this wasn't platonic behaviour. Hide just laughed awkwardly in response. “Nothing… nothing…” he mumbled, as he hesitantly wrapped an arm around Kaneki’s waist to hold him in closer. Kaneki looked down at the hand around him, and slowly, slowly the realisation of how this looked started to sink in. He blushed profusely and tried to pull away for a second, only to find Hide’s grip remained firm. He blinked, and looked up at Hide, who was looking down at him with a blushed face.

Slowly, oh so slowly, Hide leaned in. Kaneki leant forwards, and in a second, their lips were touching. After a minute, their hands were roaming and mouths were open. After a few minutes, Hide had Kaneki flat against the couch, and slowly moved his mouth down the other boy's body.

Kaneki let out a moan, as he felt Hide latch his mouth around a nipple, his shirt unbuttoned a few moments ago. Hide wasted no time in covering his skin in hickeyes and small nibbles, feeling Kaneki shiver under his touch. He let his teeth nibble lightly against the sensitive bud and felt an excited zing at the sound of Kaneki’s yelp. Kaneki tossed his hands up and over around Hide’s neck, holding him closer as he let the tanned boy ravish his chest. Hide smiled to himself as he moved further down, feeling an uncomfortable feeling begin to grow in his pants.

He shuffled, uncomfortable with the tightness and let out a moan as his jeans rubbed him in just the right spot. Moving his hands and mouth further down Kaneki’s body, he was surprised to find Kaneki in a similar situation to his. He popped his head back up to where Kaneki was and hovered over him for a second, the eyepatched boy looking into brown eyes. The question was there, however unspoken. ‘How far are we going to go?’

“You-” Kaneki started, stumbling over his words as a ferocious blush covered his cheeks. “You can touch me...” For a moment, they were still, as both of them came to understand and acknowledge what was said. Hide wasted no time after that, reaching his hands down and undoing Kaneki’s button. He let out a shocked gasp as he felt Hide come into contact with his cock, followed by a strangled moan as Hide cupped him through his boxers, his jeans yanked off and gone.

Kaneki shivered at the stimulation, letting his hands roam the expanse of Hide’s back. He curled his fingers, scraping his nails and wondering if Hide could feel it through his clothes… wait… he was still wearing his clothes! Kaneki huffed in upset, sitting himself upright and pushing the very attractive boy off of himself. Hide sent him a mild look of shocked confusion before it was quickly wiped away when Kaneki planted a strong kiss to his lips, moaning into it as he started taking off Hide’s clothes.

Hide grinned against the kiss as he helped Kaneki take off his clothes, the strength and energy behind every move Kaneki made was incredible seeing how tired he was just a few minutes ago. First went his jumper, then his shirt, and watching Kaneki fumble with the zipper of his too tight jeans might just have been the hottest thing he’s ever seen, with Kaneki being fully naked besides the boxers. Hide could scarcely believe this was happening. He and Kaneki were just… friends? That was a hard thing to tell himself as Kaneki gently pushed him down on the couch, finished taking off his jeans and boxers and took Hide’s cock into his hands.

Hide let out a moan, their positions completely flipped. Kaneki was stroking him now, having spat in his palm (gross but convenient) to ease the jerking. Hide tossed his head back and groaned as he felt Kaneki pleasure his cock. Kaneki. His close friend. Who likes girls? Who’s never slept with anyone. Kaneki was stroking his cock.

He let out a strangled moan at the sudden realisation that this was Kaneki's first sexual experience. And it was with HIM, of all people. Suddenly the hand on his cock stopped pumping, and Hide looked down to meet Kaneki’s flushed, hesitant gaze.

“I want to…” He started, looking down at Hide’s cock in his hands, biting his lip. “To you know… s-su-... but I don’t know how…” He finished, looking back up Hide. Right. Kaneki was a complete novice. Hide laughed as he shuffled back on the couch, still laying, but with his body propped somewhat up on the armrest. He reached a hand out and cupped Kaneki’s cheek, slowly letting it trace further until it was on the back of his head.

“It’s alright. I’m sure you know not to bite at the bare minimum, I mean what are you, a ghoul?” Hide said with a shuckle. Kaneki’s following laugh was more nervous but Hide chose to ignore that. “It’s hard to get wrong, just do what you feel comfortable with.” He finished, sending a reassuring smile Kaneki’s way. He nodded, as he slowly leant his head back down, hand stroking Hide’s cock once more. He was hesitant about it, slowly, licking the side of Hide’s cock. Hide let out a groan as his fingers in Kaneki’s hair tightened.

Kaneki smiled at the confirmation that what he was doing was good. He licked it from base to tip again, with his hands just above his tongue the whole way, stopping at his tip to thumb at the leaking slit. Hide mewled and Kaneki started planting soft kisses to his cock, before he made his way to the leaking tip. Slowly, he opened his mouth and sunk down, feeling the hard rod of meat in his mouth. Kaneki paused for a moment at the unsettling thoughts, and continued anyway. This was his first time, he didn't want to blow it. Heh. Blow it.

Hide moaned at the soft wetness of Kaneki’s mouth, lightly pushing down the back of his head. Kaneki responded with a moan of his own, the vibrations on hide’s dick had him seeing stars. Kaneki continued for a few minutes with his clumsy experimenting, long licks, twisting hand motions, hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue, oddly enough enjoying the flavour. Hide yanked him off after a short time however, and was shocked as he was suddenly manhandled into a sitting position, with Hide in front of him, also sitting.

Hide tsked when he saw Kabneki was still in his boxers, and hurried to change that, leaving Kaneki’s hard cock exposed, just as he was. Without hesitation, he grabbed onto Kaneki and started stroking him, fast, before he started to pull him closer until they were knee to knee. Leaning forwards, Hide connected their dicks together, side by side, and grabbed one of Kaneki’s hands with his own. They were shaking. For a moment, he paused, looking at Kaneki to make sure he was okay. The boy was flushed and panting, but there was a hunger in his eyes. Kaneki leaned forwards and rested his head on Hide's shoulder, mumbling that it was still okay.

Hide cupped Kaneki's hand around both their cocks, covering Kaneki's hand with his own. He controlled the movements, the back and forth motion of their cocks rubbing together, being rubbed by both of them. The apartment was loud with the chorus of moans, and after a short moment, Hide came. He didn't stop however, pulling his own cock away and continuing to jerk Kaneki off, listening to him moan into his ear. Soon after, hide’s hand was coated in cum from the both of them. They flopped down on the couch after that, and neither said a word.

Kaneki turned his head over, looking at Hide, relaxed and beside him.

“Are we still friends?”

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Hide groaned into the kiss, letting Kaneki savour his taste as they passionately made out on the bed. Kaneki was on top of Hide, biting gently at his lower lip while Hide had his hands firm on Kaneki’s hips, assisting his grinding movements down onto his boxer covered groin area. Both of them only had boxers on, and were hard with lust and need. Kaneki moaned as he pushed his tongue into Hide’s mouth, enjoying the wonderful taste of his humanness. It had been a hard adjustment with his whole… ghoulishness, but he had accepted that part of him now. Even though he still struggled with eating humans, he had moved onto other ghouls, increasing his strength drastically.

Now the only taste of humans he got was from Hide. God he tasted good. Hide moaned as he pushed Kaneki’s hips down, feeling him rock down against his erection. The pressure and friction was everything he needed. He pulled his face away from Kaneki and his kisses, pressing small bites into the soft skin on his shoulder instead. Kaneki found his own face in the crook of Hide’s neck, biting and sucking at the flesh there with a feverish abandon. He licked a long stripe up from a hickey towards the base of Hide’s ear, nibbling at the earlobe.

Hide let out a soft laugh. “ That- that tickles,” he mumbled into skin as he felt Kaneki shake with laughter. He moved his hands up from Kaneki’s hips as the aggressive grinding was paused at their sudden joviality. He wound his fingers up in messy white locks and played with the fuzzy strands, being gently reminded of everything that had happened to Kaneki recently. A sudden sadness washed over him, unfortunately dampening his mood.

Kaneki noted the shift and pull himself up from where he was pressed against Hide, pushing up on his arms and hovering over him. He tilted his head to the side.

“You okay?” He asked, gently bringing a black nailed hand up to Hide’s cheek and stroking the tanned skin. Hide smiled up at him, noting the way his hair fell about his face like a halo. It made sense really, if anyone was a fallen angel it had to be Kaneki. He cupped the hand on his chin flat, and smiled up to his boyfriend.

“Yes, yes I am, just felt a little… nostalgic?” He tried to explain, wondering what exactly he was feeling. It wasn’t exactly sadness as he initially thought, but rather a cousin emotion. He felt low, yes, but it was closer to loneliness if anything. Which was strange seeing how Kaneki was literally groin to groin with him at that moment. He came to the conclusion he was missing the old Kaneki. Not to say he didn't enjoy the more confident Kaneki now, it just… wasn’t the same as having the soft hearted boy at his side when he woke up.

The new ghoulish Kaneki was incredible. Powerful, determined… cruel even. He was also sexy. Very sexy, and Hide was grateful for that as he took Kaneki’s swollen lips against his own. Kaneki huffed, leaning back down with Hide and letting the other one roughly kiss them. Kaneki let out a moan as he rested more weight back on his knees, putting his hands on Hide’s chest and slowly dragging them done at a sinful pace, the touch of those new black nails lightly scraping against his skin.

It sent a shiver down his body, the hardness in between his legs becoming uncomfortably hard. Hide moved his hands down Kaneki’s back, cupping the swell of his ass as he started pushing Kaneki’s waist down once more. Kaneki didn't follow however, instead, pulling away from Hide’s hands. He made a confused sound, but quickly swallowed it as Kaneki sent him a wink and shimmied further down. Hide huffed as Kaneki hovered with his face by Hide’s dick, toying with the hem of his underwear.

Lithe, skinny fingers slid under the hem and yanked them down, pulling them down his thoughts until Kaneki had to pull back and physically manoeuver Hide’s legs out for them. He snorted as he shimmied his legs out, assisting Kaneki. After struggling to get it off one foot, resulting in Hide’s abrupt laughter, Kaneki quickly returned to the sexy persona he had, and crawled back up to Hide’s crotch with an arched back and swaggling hips. He licked his lips as he came up to Hide’s erection, wrapping a soft fist around his swollen cock.

Hide moaned in relief as Kaneki started to jack him off, thumbing the slit that was leaking pre-cum and smearing it around the head. Kaneki smeared it down as far as he could before giving his wrist a light twist and raising his hand. He continued with his jerking movements, watching Hide with his big grey eyes. Hide kept eye contact, before looking away and pulling away from Kaneki.

“What are you doing?” Kaneki asked, tilting his head as he watched Hide swivel until he was sitting on the end of the bed. He gestured to the floor.

“I wanna see you looking up.” He responded, and watching the blush spread across Kaneki’s face was more satisfactory than any orgasm. For a while now he had been thinking the newer Kaneki prefered a different kind of treatment. The sultry hip swaying, the winks and flirtatious attitude came off as much more willing for experimenting and harsher treatment. Being on his knees seemed a good place to start. Kaneki was slow standing from the bed, his posture perfect and his legs smooth and muscled and pale and kneeling down in front of Hide-

Kaneki was nestled inbetween Hide’s legs now, licking a long stripe on the underside of Hide’s dick to the head, swirling his tounge around the tip. One hand he used for support, placing it on Hide’s thigh, while the other was at the base of his cock, squeezing lightly and jerking in rhythm with his licks and kisses. Hide placed his hand over Kaneki’s, holding his hand on his thigh while his other hand went to Kaneki’s neck, cupping the back of his head as he looked up.

Seeing Kaneki blushed and infront of his cock was… he could never see the other Kaneki like this. He didn't think it could get any better, not until Kaneki opened his mouth and took Hide inside. Hide let out a hiss at the warmth, and moaned as Kaneki started bobbing up and down. He felt the way Kaneki was using his tounge, and the way he had his hand following his mouth to give stimulation to the places he could bob to.

He pulled his head off for a second, before looking back up to Hide with sparkling eyes. Without breaking eye contact, he started to take Hide again. But he didn't stop. He kept going and Hide almost came at the sight of Kaneki with his cock so deep in his throat. After a moment, Kaneki’s nose was pressed against Hide’s pubis bone. Then he pulled back, and forwards again.

The taste was incredibly. The feeling of a hot slab of human flesh on his tounge, in his mouth, pushing down into his throat and rubbing along his walls sent tingles of a heavenly taste to his senses. Though he enjoyed looking at the faces Hide was making, he had to shut his eyes as he moaned, savouring the slaty taste of the pre-cum in his throat, on his tounge. The taste of Hide.

The hand in his hair tightened, as Hide gripped onto his silvery locks, pushing and pulling him gently, clearly holding back from thrusting down his mouth and into hide throat, resisting the urge to cum deep in his mouth and fill up his stomach with delicious human flavours. The thought itself was enough to make him cum, but he held back, instead choosing to feel himself up through his boxers. He moaned again, and Hide groaned at the vibrations.

Suddenly, Kaneki hollowed out his cheeks ands he pulled back, sucking Hide’s cock tight. Hide moaned, loudly, yanking out Kaneki’s hair and getting a pleased hum from the other. Hide looked down towards Kaneki as he pulled him off his dick. Kaneki panted as he was pulled off, his mouth open and lips swollen and begging to be fucked.

“Can I fuck your face?” Hide blurred out after just a second, squeezing the hand Kaneki had on his thigh. Kaneki passed for a moment before responding with fever.

“God yes.”

Hide stood up from the bed, using the grip he had in Kaneki’s hair as leverage. He tilted Kaneki's head back, and the other boy opened his mouth, waiting for Hide. Hide grabbed his cock, and gently positioned it on Kaneki’s tounge. Slowly, he pushed inside of Kaneki's red hot mouth, groaning in delight. Kaneki kept his mouth relaxed and pliant as Hide thrust inside. Gently at first, so as not to harm Kaneki. After a few experimental thrusts however, he sped up, watching he way his cock disappeared between Kaneki’s pink lips stretched all to thin.

Kaneki was looking up at him with a disheveled gaze, hands on Hide’s thighs for support as his thrust grew more intense. Kaneki scrunched his eyes shut, as the feeling grew slightly painful. Hide eased his grip on Kaneki’s hair, forming a flat cup to hold him in place gentler. He let out a shaky moan as he felt himself growing close, the feeling of Kaneki, Kaneki, Kaneki was driving him mad

The taste bad never been better, the pulsating cock inside his mouth, pushing into his throat, rubbing against his internal walls and smearing it's flavour all around with reckless abandon. Despite the pain Kaneki let out a wild moan, vibrating Hide’s cock. The other boy groaned, cupping Kaneki’s head more firmly as he grew closer. Kaneki moaned at the taste of salt growing in the back of his throat, the taste of Hide growing stronger with every sloppy thrust into his mouth.

Hide’s breath grew ragged, and before he could say a warning he was coming, a dam inside of him snapping open as he shook in orgasmic glow. He let out a moan, cupping the back of Kaneki’s head as he spilled his seed into Kaneki’s mouth at the base of his dick, lightly suffocating from the thick cock in his mouth filling his throat with sticky semen.

Kaneki pulled himself further off, letting the rest of Hide’s cum drop onto his tounge, the taste unfathomablely tasty. He felt his own pants grow damp with precum as he shut his mouth and swirled the substance around, letting his taste buds enjoy the new flavour. His diet recently had been so restricted, the new flavour was a welcomed gift. He let out a lusty moan as he swallowed the rest of it, feeling Hide’s hand pull off his head as the other sat down, panting on the bed. His legs were open, and Kaneki took the invitation to crawl in closer, licking up the remains of semen from his cock before leaning a head on his thigh.

Hide let his hair for a while, smoothing down the sweaty strands as he let Kaneki rest on his thigh. After a moment though, he heard a wine. Looking down, he saw that Kaneki was still painfully he hard. He smiled down at Kaneki.

“Want me to return the favour?”

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The class he was in was no less than frustrating. It was a bunch of the same old shit he had learned a thousand times, being lectured at by the same old teacher. Hide let out a huff as he put his face in his hands and slumped down in his chair. He ran his fingers through his hair, lightly tugging on the dry blonde strands out of complete boredom. He was so bored. Unbelievably bored.

He watched the lecturer walk in front of the class a few times, waving their hands about and monologuing about the new assignment they should be doing. Stupid Asian History. He glanced his head around the room, trying to spot anyone interesting in his class to watch. A few rows ahead there was a girl with a pink mohawk, a couple seat to his left was a dude who was definitely taking steroids, and Hide was now fairly certain the kid next to him on his right was a ghoul or just a hardcore goth, given there page drawings of violence and gore and the occasional scribbling of ‘i'm so hungry’ and ‘i'm so bored’ on the side.

Hide let out a small snort and the goth ghoul snapped their head at him for a moment, eyeing him up as they picked out his very quiet noise with ease. Definitely a ghoul, he thought as he turned his attention away from the goth dude. He held his hands out in front of him, fiddling with the nails on his fingers and thinking. Thinking about Kaneki. Since coming back after the terror of Kanou’s raid, Kaneki had been different, that’s for sure. As he fiddled with his own nails, he couldn't help thinking about Kaneki’s, so dark with blood they looked black.

Kaneki had gone away again, only for a few weeks he claimed but it felt like months, each second was a painful reminder that Kaneki could easily just leave him again, and never return. He bounced his leg with a sudden nervous energy, as he sat up straighter, anxiously looking around the classroom again. He had a pretty good view, given he was in the very back row. He held his hands under his lap and tapped at his thigh, itching to grab his phone. He knew that he should at the very least be trying to copy his notes down but…

He pulled out his phone, lunging back in his chair so his messages were concealed fro view. He sent Kaneki a quick message.

‘When will you be coming back?’

He sent the message, chewing on his bottom lip. He wasn’t clingy. He wasn’t. It was a valid question given Kaneki’s recent disappearing act. He let out a relieved sigh at the quick response, and he saw the ghoul kid next to him squint at him. Right, be quieter.

‘Any day now. I’ve just to clear up some loose ends, but after that I'm all yours.’

Hide smiled as he read the message, glad to know Kaneki was freaked out by Hide’s clinginess. Because it was definitely clinginess no matter how hard he tried to deny it. He liked the sound of that last bit. All yours. Maybe Kaneki vanishing had left him slightly possessive over him, but that wasn;t his fault. It was a reasonable response, and Kaneki didn't seem to mind Hide’s new desire to hang out alone at home rather than be surrounded with other people. He had some one on one time to catch up on. He grinned as he responded.

‘All yours, does that mean what I think it means?’

He smirked, as he looked up and around, like a meerkat afraid to be caught. Maybe he shouldn’t be sending the conversation down this route but… he was really fucking horny. His possessiveness had manifested into an anxious type of energy, one that very easily translated into crazy sex. They had been going at it like rabbit’s recently, trying all kinds of things. He felt his phones vibrate as Kaneki responded.

‘That depends, what do you have in mind for when I get back?’

Hide took a deep breath, leaning further back in his chair and sending a quick glance to the ghoul kid, who was still side-eyeing him slightly. Looking to his left, some pretty girl was conked out asleep on her desk, so he definitely didn't need to worry about her seeing. And of course, Hide was at the back so no stress there.

‘I’m not sure, I was thinking about taking it slow with you when you come back.’

The response was almost instant.

‘Slow? I thought you’d be more eager to see me.’

‘I can resist. It would be better slow, yknow? Gently pushing you down onto the mattress, biting your neck and playing with your nipples.’

Hide bit his lip as he wrote back. This was one of those new things. They hadn’t done this before, and while he was sure some of the things he said were corny, he couldn't help but find it funny.

‘Okay then. Would I whisper your name in your ear and press myself into you while you ravish me?’

‘Definitely. We would be slow while I spread you open with my fingers, fingering you and kissing you while you moan my name.’

‘Would I be moaning your name? Maybe you're being too slow and I can’t stand it.’

Hide scoffed at the unrealism. Kaneki always moaned his name. Loudly He wasn't good at keeping quiet, and anytime he tried it usually involved smothering his mouth on Hide’s shoulder by taking a bite. The memory of the first time that happened sent a shiver down his spine and he felt a tingling in his groin. Uh oh.

‘That’s my plan. I’ll be driving you mad until you practically fucking yourself on my fingers.’

He sent the message back quickly. Class, thankfully, just finished, and he was the first man out that door. All he had to do now was make the short walk home, while sexting Kaneki. Easy stuff.

‘Oh am I that impatient? Fine. Hopefully you don’t mind when I flip us over and start riding you into the mattress.’

Fuck that’s a hot visual, Hide thought to himself as he paused in his walking, before quickly picking up the pace. Only a few blocks away.

‘I might let you do that. Only if after you’ve exhausted yourself on my dick I flip us over again and pin you to the mattress, holding your tried hands above your head while I fuck you hard.’

‘I can see it now, you on top of me, thrusting into me while I lay there exhausted, but still moving my hips to meet your thrusts.’

‘Maybe I grab one of your legs, lifting it up and over my shoulder while I fuck you sideways, nailing you were it feels best.’

Hide could feel a tightness growing in his pants. He practically sprinted up the stairs in his apartment block, watching the small dot dot dot, of Kaneki typing as he locked his door behind him, his hand immediately dropping to his half hard erection.

‘That would feel so good wouldn’t it. Would you cum inside of me after you finish using me?’

‘Of course. If you haven't cum by then I can take your cock and put it in my mouth while I stuff my fingers back inside of you, massaging you.’

Hide sat on his bed in his bedroom, visualising himself fucking Kaneki, sucking his cock, making cum. He yanked his pants off and started jerking himself off at the thought, practically visualising Kaneki bouncing on his dick instead of his hand. He loved Kaneki. He loved how angular his face was, how round and soft his eyes, the red in his cheeks when he blushed, the hard moans when he cums. His hobbies of reading and how he cooks for Hide, when he cuts Hide’s hair for him or scolds him for his untidy habits, when Hide sees him with his friends, playing with Hinami, when he sees Kaneki at all for that matter. The thought of him wasn't close enough though.

He let out a moan as he continued to jack off, enjoying the stimulation yet wishing for something more. It wasn’t the same as having Kaneki there with him, next to him, under him, inside him even. He would give anything for that contact he was desperately after. He held his phone in his other hand, reading the messages Kaneki had sent.

‘I expect no less when I get back, which should be very soon. I hope you fuck me so hard I can’t walk.’

‘Hide?’

‘Are you jerking off to these messages?’

Hide groaned in embarrassment, pausing his jerking despite the fact he was so, so close to coming, his cock wet with pre-cum.

‘And what if I am?’

He waited for a response, but all he received was the dot dot dot,s of a pending message. He groaned, submitting himself to finish his masturbating session when he heard the faint sound of a click. His door had been opened. He swallowed the moan he almost let out, making a loud groan instead. He heard laughter down the hallway. Sweet, familiar laughter. Hide let go of his cock and practically ran to the door, where Kaneki was quick to meet him with a heated kiss.

Kaneki’s hand immediately found his cock, and started jerking it for him, kissing him passionately across the mouth and neck and cheeks. Kaneki only had his boxers on, and looking behind them, Hide saw a trail of clothes from the door to the bedroom. He laughed into his kiss with Kaneki as their smaller pushed them down, crawling on top of Hide as he felt up his chest, his arm and his cock, cupping his balls and thumbing his slit in just the right way-

Hide came. With a deep moan he covered Kaneki’s hand in cum. He blinked up at his lover, a dopey smile on his face. Kaneki giggled, kissing his lips.

“I told you I was coming home soon,” he said, nibbling a hickey on the side of Hide’s neck. He laughed and wrapped his hands around Kaneki’s back, holding him against his chest while he came down from his high.

“You’re amazing Ken,” he mumbled, rubbing long strokes up Kaneki’s back. Kaneki pushed off him, blinking down at Hide.

“You just got back from class, didn’t you?” He asked, a knowing look in his eyes. Hide just blushed and turned away, hearing Kaneki laugh.

“How risky Hide, you’re lucky I didn't send you any photos.”

“You were gonna send photos?” He asked, cupping Kaneki’s cheeks. The other boy smiled.

“I mean, I was hard and horny enough to, but I had a feeling you were somewhere else rather than home, given that I had just left my apartment in the next building over and I remembered you had class right now.”

“Wait, you were in your apartment when I started messaging you?”

Kaneki nodded, a light blush on his cheeks.

“I was planning on getting here before you to surprise you but… you were in an awful hurry,” he mumbled as he traced a line down hide’s chest absentmindedly. Hide felt a grin creep onto his face. Kaneki looked at him, confused for a moment as Hide pushed him back until they were sitting. Then, ever so gently, Hide turned Kaneki around and pushed him gently into the mattress.

“I’m not in a rush now. How about we take it slow.”

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Hide groaned as Kaneki slammed his hips back down, setting a wild and brutal pace. The rhythmic motions of his hips rising and falling down onto Hide’s cock, impaling himself on top of his lover. His eyes were shut and teary, mouth left just slightly open as small moans slipped through pink lips. Hide’s hands were on his hips as he helped Kaneki with his motions, pushing him as he fell and grinding him down onto his groin. He let out a wild moan as Kaneki seemed to sink lower with every thrust.

Hide was half sitting half lying, his upper half propped against the pillows and his lower half laying still while Kaneki pleasured himself on his cock. He watched with lust heavy eyes at the beautiful sight, rubbing comforting circles into Kaneki’s hips with his thumbs.

It was one of those days. The days where Kaneki didn't quite seem to be himself, those days where he would sit inside and rub his fingers mindlessly, would stare at open books without ever turning the page and fling himself onto Hide the moment he got a chance. Kaneki was usually after something when he had these… moments (Kaneki banned him from saying episodes). Whether he wanted to cuddle with Hide, or give him a kiss, or have sex with him was always a mystery until Kaneki would come and take what he wanted.

Hide had told him a few times before he thought it had something to do with his desire for physical affirmation, a confirmation he wasn't alone. Kaneki seemed to understand, however hating himself for his apparent inability to keep his motives concealed. When memories came rushing back and Kaneki became the backseat driver, his body leapt at the chance for touch.

So that is where they found themselves now, with Hide trying his hardest not to worry and Kaneki riding Hide like it's the last thing he’ll ever do. His head tossed back in a moan as his hands came up to Hide’s shoulders, using them as balancing props as he continued his rapid pace. He started panting, loudly, as his energy quickly depleted. During Kaneki’s moments, he often was lethargic and disassociated, lacking the ability to do lots of things. Even a few days after his moments finish, he's still bone tired, often relenting to days of couch cuddles, coffee in bed and reading.

He let out a wince as his tiredness started to catch up to him, leaning forwards to rest against Hide’s chest as he continued to ride him anyway. Hide let out a worried hum.

“Kaneki you can stop if you're tired,” he mumbled as he raised his hands on Kaneki’s hips higher, hugging Kaneki’s back as he held him close, the other one stopping their movements. Kaneki let out a grumble and raised his head up, making early eye contact with Hide.

“I- I need to.” He stated firmly, a resolve in his eyes that hadn't been there the past few days. Hide sighed, and gave Kaneki a kiss on the forehead.

“Do you want to change positions?” He asked as Kaneki sat upright again, leaning back almost. He shook his head before slamming himself down, getting a loud moan from Hide. He swore as Kaneki picked up his pace again, all traces of tiredness gone. Well, not all. The bags under his eyes were downright black at this point.

Kaneki put his hands to Hide’s waist and stomach, using them as balance while he kept riding. Hide let himself enjoy it for a moment, though that was actually a far worse decision than anticipated. While he enjoyed himself and helped Kaneki with his pace, he failed to notice the sudden activation of Kaneki’s kakugan.

For Kaneki, his mind was a wild mess. He knew he wanted this. Some animalistic desire was taking the reins that told him he needs Hide now. Needing to be over him, or under him or to have him inside. He felt a twang in his stomach, a sharp one. He hasn't had human meat in ages. Only ghoul flesh. Gross ghoul flesh that made his mouth sting with all the worst flavours in the world, filled his stomach only for a few days before ripping pains filled him again, burning away a healthy metabolism and leaving him starved no matter what he eats.

It had been on his mind all day, lingering in the back. He had chosen to ignore it until Hide came home after working a shift at the CCG, covered in the scents of hundreds of humans, as well as the glorious scent of himself. Even now Hide was underneath him, panting, moaning, and releasing sweet hormones that awakened something dormant in Kaneki. He looked… so much better than ghoul flesh. His heart pumping blood into arteries, his blood filling with oxygen with every breath, the slow moving blood in his veins travelling back up to his heart in a smooth circular motion.

His open mouth panting as his body searched for oxygen to keep him alive, letting it be absorbed into every muscle, organ and cell in his body, keeping him able to lay there erect with Kaneki on top of him. Kaneki took a deep breath, breathing in the scent of a living human being, practically tasting the smell as he leant forwards again, resting his chin on the crook of the human’s neck while he continued to raise and drop his hips. He felt the human move their fingers on his hips, gripping him tighter to help move him. He felt the human raise the hips and slam into him with every movement. He felt a shiver up his spine.

Feeling the way his body so easily accepted the flesh inside of him made him harder, a hand of his coming up to rub his cock in between his stomach and that of the humans. He let out a moan as he started sucking on the flesh, licking stripes of salty sweat from his skin, feeling the artery pump blood in his neck, knowing that with a small bite the blood would spurt out in a thick stream, staining his face with red to match the human’s blush.

He bit. A small nibble, not one to draw blood. The human let out a moan, holding the ghoul’s hips tighter as the singing sensation sent an odd pang to his hips. The ghoul ground down on the dick again, imagining how sweet it would be for the human to cum right before their life ebbed out of them at the other end of the body. Kaneki shivered as started to ravish Hide’s necks with long kisses and bites, leaving red marks that bruised skin. The human cursed as he lent his neck to the side, oddly enough giving the ghoul more room to litter his neck in patchy marks of ownership. Kaneki was only happy to oblige, sinking his teeth ever so slightly deeper, on top a fresh hickey.

Hide was shaking now, pushing Kaneki up and down on his cock to give himself more stimulation while his partner suckled and nibbled at his neck and shoulder, no doubt leaving a menagerie of marks. He winced at a particularly sharp bit, for a second putting aside his rampant horniness to consider that it might be dangerous to have a dangerous ghoul with a tendency to dissociate at his neck. Then Kaneki made a circular motion with his hips and all was forgotten, in fact, the slight pain in his shoulder and the tender kitten licks were arousing if anything. Hide might be the first CCG member to be turned by getting bit by a ghoul.

He felt the way Kaneki was jerking himself off in between them, the sharp bites along his collarbones as Kaneki moved to his other shoulder, and the rhythmic fucking on his cock was to much.

“I think I’m gonna-” He barely had time to warn before he let out a yell of both pleasure and pain, feeling himself cum deep inside of Kaneki. His hips shook as he steadily lowered them down to the mattress, feeling woozy in his head. Then he remembered the pain. He let out a pained gasp as he suddenly remembered the sixty kilo pile of ghoul on his dick, latched onto the side of his neck by the teeth. He could feel the tearing pain as Kaneki pulled away, no doubt taking part of the junction between his shoulder and neck.

He brought hand up to his neck, pressing a hand to the wound and shaking as he felt hot blood against his skin. He watched as Kaneki pulled away, swallowing, one hand absentmindedly wiping blood, Hide’s blood, of his lips. His eyes were foggy, and his stomach and one hand were covered in fresh semen. He was still sitting on Hide’s dick, before rising up and letting Hide slip out of him. He sat back on hide’s thighs for a moment, before alarm flashed into his eyes, chasing the fog away.

“Wait- Shit- Did I?” He mumbled out of bloody lips while the non cum covered hand came out his lips to feel the wet stickiness. Hide let out a huff as Kaneki scrambled forwards, one hand coming up to press down on the wound while the other hung uselessly by his side. His whole body was shaking.

“It’s- Fuck, It’s alright, Kaneki, you didn’t tear out my artery… just a small portion of muscle… ,” Hide mumbled as he pulled his legs in and sat upright, leaning away from Kaneki’s touch. He nodded towards their bathroom. “Help me over.”

Kaneki was quick to ‘help’ him, pretty much just anxiously standing next to him the whole walk with a hand on Hide’s side. He was still pretty out of it in terms of his ability to be useful. And he was probably uncomfortable with the amount of blood and cum on him and in him. Hide sat down on the bathtub edge as Kaneki quickly washed off the blood and cum from his hands, wiping himself down with a towel before grabbing the first aid kit. He hurried over, quickly surveying the damage.

“It’s- It’s not bad…” He mumbled as Hide pulled his hand away and started cleaning up the wound, holding his hand out for Hide to grab at as the antiseptic stung his wound. Hide let out a dry chuckle.

“Either way It’s a cool story. Isn’t it a cool flex to have the ultimate love bite?” He mumbled with humour, wincing again at the sting. Kaneki’s hand was shaking as his eyes blurred with tears.

“That’s not… Hide. I- I’m so fucking sorry. I don't know what came over me I just, was so hungry out of nowhere and I don't understand what happened and I'm sososorrypleas-”

He was quickly enveloped in a hug. Kaneki let out a hiccup as Hide hugged him tightly, both of them naked, sweaty and bloody. He ran comforting strokes through the back of Kaneki’s hair, with his right arm, the un-bitten side. Well un-bitten wasn't all that accurate. He was coated in small bites.

“It’s alright Kaneki, you aren't… well.” He started, feeling Kaneki tense up. He pulled back and cupped his cheek with one hand. “I know you're not keen on admitting it but… this has to stop.” He gestured at the two of them. For a moment Kaneki’s eyes grew alarmed and desperate.

“See that!” Hide exclaimed, rubbing his thumb along Kaneki’s cheek. “You’re so distraught at even the thought of having me with you to help when you have your episodes.”

“They aren't-”

“Kaneki you tried to eat my while we were fucking.”

Both of them paused before Hide sighed, shuffling closer to Kaneki.

“I’m not trying to say us as a relationship can’t work. I love you Kaneki, with all my heart and I will always be here for you. But not like this. You can’t just disassociate for days then have me fuck you so hard you snap out of it. It isn’t healthy and I shouldn't have let it go on for so long.”

He stopped for a moment, watching the anguish in Kaneki’s eyes slowly grow. He took a deep gulp, no doubt still tasting Hide. He leant forwards and ran shaky hands over the hundreds of marks coating Hide’s shoulder blades, averting the larger wound.

“What else can I do about it?” Kaneki asked in a shaky voice. “I- Back when I was going against aogiri, when I got like this the only thing I did was… go out and… hurt, somebody… It was the only way to fix it then, isn’t this better?” He asked, in a heavy voice, thick with tears.

Hide took his hand.

“Do you think you haven't hurt me Kaneki? Really?”

Kaneki sighed, resting his forehead on there joined hands.

“Okay. I need to find a way to cope. I get it.” He started pressing gentle kisses into the knuckles on Hide’s hand, before gently kissing his way up the arm, up the shoulders where he pressed soft kisses before resigning himself to cleaning the wounds again. Hide smiled, glad Kaneki was going to try. And with that out of the way…

“You know…before you took a chunk out of me… that felt fucking amazing..”

“Hide!”

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Kaneki let out a groan, tucking his legs up to his chest as his body let out an involuntary shiver. He shut his eyes tight as he took a deep breath, smelling the sheets on his bed and vaguely wondering when Hide would come back. He felt… odd. It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling, but it made his stomach squirm. Something inside of him… wanted. His body was sending him every signal it had to tell him to get close to someone, most likely Hide.

Hide had recently moved up in the CCG, getting his own quinque and entering the field. As much as Kaneki was worried, it also made another emotion twinging through his spine. Jealousy. He felt like he was in middle school admitting it, but that's what he figured it was. Having Hide come home every evening with the scent of other ghoul, and on bad days even the injuries from other ghouls. When he would go out in the field and talk to humans, fight with ghouls and always carry the scent of one, it was driving Kaneki a little off the edge. That wasn't the smell of his Hide

Hide was a human, a human stupid enough, reckless enough, brave and sweet and kind enough to stay with Kaneki after everything. Hide was one of his people, he was in his group, his family, his herd. But too recently had he come home like someone else, a foreign smell of a dangerous human that unfortunately made Kaneki want to take a bite again. He held back, however, but still felt a desire to express such needs in a different way. He wanted to match his teeth into Hide, he wanted to hold him down and have his way but he knew he shouldn't, couldn't. He would never hurt Hide, no matter how much he came home seeming like a new human.

A plan settled into his mind. A hormonal plan established by nothing other than vague thoughts and carnal urges. He wanted to hunt, but going out and killing other ghouls wasn't a viable option with the CCG breathing down his neck. He wanted to hunt humans even, chase them down dank alleyways and corner them and sink his teeth into delicious flesh-

“Kaneki, I'm home!” Hide yelled from the front part of their apartment. Kaneki’s eyes snapped open, his hands digging into the side of his arms as he smelt that horrible smell of other people on Hide. But Hide’s real scent was underneath it. Just underneath it. All he had to do was peel it away. In a flash he sat up, hair wild and unkempt from laying on his side. He moved with enthusiastic energy, hurrying out of the bedroom to find Hide.

Hide was putting his quinque down on the bench, shrugging his coat off his shoulders and chucking his keys down onto the table. He was folding up his coat as he spotted Kaneki, sending him a smile.

“Hey Ken, how you doing?” He asked, resting the coat down on a chair. He rested his hands on his hips as he waited for Kaneki to answer. He didn't get one. Kaneki simply looked him up and down, a quick scan for injuries and signs if anything was wrong. Hide sent him a confused look before Kaneki stared back with a heated gaze.

“Oh,” he said quite dumbly, giving Kaneki a quick visual sweep, noting the tense posture, light blush and ready stance. He looked like an animal about to give chase. Wait. All he got from Kaneki was a quick grin that let him know it wasn’t serious. Kaneki lunged out of the blue, and Hide let out a quick laugh as he ran around the table, putting himself on the other side with his palms on the table.

“I’m pretty sure you're not trying to eat me right now, but some clarity would be nice,” Hide said as he watched Kaneki lean on the table like an agile cat. Kaneki let out an amused huff.

“You’d know if I wanted you dead Hide,” he said as he made a fast motion around the table, catching Hide off guard. Luckily, his CCG training kicked in, and almost immediately, he slid underneath the table, rushing out the other side and grabbing his quinque off the bench. Kaneki had come around the table, and was standing just a small distance away. He raised an eyebrow at the quinque.

“We're getting serious aren't we?” Kaneki said with a smile wider than Hide had seen in a while.

“You're the one who started it. Let’s just watch the furniture.” He let his quinque out of its case, watching the way it formed a long staff like weapon. It had sharp blades at both ends, both were capable of detaching into daggers he could hide in his cloak. Before he made a move, he detached the two sharp ends, leaving him with a smaller blunt staff. He placed the daggers on the table and sent Kaneki a grin. “Wouldn’t want to actually hurt you, would I?”

Kaneki just laughed.

“You think you have a chance?” He lunged again, Hide blocking the hand that was grabbing for him, letting Kaneki wrap his hand around the end of the staff. He pushed the other end of it into Kaneki’s side, before using his staff to push past, and move into the long hallway that branches off into their different rooms. Kaneki was hot on his heels, practically materialising beside him as he grabbed Hide's wrist. With the thin human bone in his grasp, for a moment the urge to snap it appeared, but then he looked up and saw Hide’s smiling face and he remembered to breathe in the scent underneath the quinque.

His heart was beating fast, but it certainly wasn't from the exercise. No, it was from the scent of Hide moving, the look of prey running from, struggling to free themselves from his grasp. His strong grasp that held them still and controlled. He was in control.

Using his grasp he pulled Hide forwards before turning and shoving him lightly into the wall next to him. He made a sharp movement forwards before Hide jabbed his stomach with the staff, keeping him arms length away before slipping off into the guest bathroom. Kaneki let out a huff as he followed, tracing Hide’s scent.

Hide was waiting by the doorway and grabbed Kaneki by his shirt, or at least attempted to. Kaneki was ready however, and grabbed Hide's outstretched hand before pulling him away from the wall. In one swift motion, he flipped Hide onto his back. Hide let out a puff of air as he was surprisingly gracefully dumped onto the ground. Before Kaneki could pounce on him however, he rolled away into his knees, snapping his quinque up at Kaneki. He didn't yield this time, instead moving forwards past the blow to push Hide down onto his back again, straddling his waist.

The two were far from tired, with only Hide puffing lightly.

“I think I need to work out more-”

Kaneki kissed him, roughly against the mouth, moaning into the kiss almost immediately as Hide's hands came up to his hair and started tugging. Kaneki growled, snapping the hands down to the floor as he kept Hide pinned, kissing him vigorously. He bit at Hide’s bottom lip playfully, before running his tongue along the slight indents. Hide moaned, bucking his hips up against Kaneki’s, letting him become very aware of the forming erection. He let out a snort.

“You got turned on quickly,” Kaneki mumbled into the kiss. Hide just laughed against hips lips.

“Hey you're the one who was hot and bothered when you started this, got any kinks you want to fess up now? Or is it a ghoul thing?” Kaneki ignored the questions and continued to kiss Hide, grinding himself down on Hide’s groin. He moaned loudly, tossing his head back. Kaneki took his chance and sunk his teeth against Hide’s jugular, lightly pressing on the pulsing flesh. Hide’s breath hitched before the teeth lining his life giving artery were replaced with soft lips

Kaneki started sucking hard on the skin, hearing the way Hide groaned as Kaneki started dotting Hickey's around his neck, pulling hard on his clothes to reveal more skin that he could lick his tongue across and taste the undeniable taste of Hide, the idiotic human who stuck by a ghoul, who let a ghoul chase him around his house and let the ghoul, the maneater, place their teeth against his skin and trust they won't bite where it matters. Kaneki let out a moan into the skin as he pushed his hips down against Hide, feeling the human writhe underneath him, still trying to move their hands while Kaneki had them pinned.

After a few moments Kaneki stood up, and with far more ease than Hide would have liked, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and the back of his leg, and casually swung him up and onto his shoulder like it was nothing. Hide yelled as he soon found himself with his face against the back of Kaneki’s leg, his own legs hanging down Kaneki’s front. He started laughing for a moment in his shock, before he noticed they were walking.

In the blink of an eye he was flipped again, an excited rush going through his body at the sudden realisation that every time Hide had ‘pinned’ Kaneki during sex or wrestled a book from his hands really was entirely falsified by Kaneki. Remembering that Kaneki was a ghoul, a half-kakuja ghoul, and Hide was just lower class prey to him. Kaneki was beyond capable of doing whatever he wanted to him, killing, eating, fucking, whatever he pleased. He tried to ignore how tight that thought made his pants.

It was unusual for him. Usually he played a more dominant role in the bedroom, due to Kaneki's gentler nature, but right now…

Kaneki was pressing him down into the mattress, clamouring back on top of him and hurrying to undress him, practically ripping the clothes off his body. His lips and teeth were never far from Hide's open skin, and his body was pressing down. Hide let out a few gasps as Kaneki finished stripping off his clothes, immediately freeing his erection. Kaneki sent him a heated look before sinking his mouth around Hide’s cock with not much warning. He moaned, and once again tried to bring his hands up to Kaneki’s hair.

Kaneki let him this time, on me of his own hands coming up to grab Hide’s that was helping push him down. Kaneki moaned around Hide’s cock, pushing his head up and down before he hollowed out his cheeks, sucking Hide’s dick, hard. Hide let out a sharp gasp, tossing his head back with a curse. Kaneki pulled his mouth off Hide's cock, catching breath as he littered it with kisses and licks.

Hide had never tasted better. However non serious it was, their small banter gave Kaneki a thrill. The chase, and the reward, the prey in his bed. The taste of human flesh in his mouth after so long of sticking with ghoul flesh was maddening. He wanted more. He wanted more of his prey, and he wanted it now. He quickly crawled over Hide, hands on either side of his head and made eye contact with him.

“Can I eat you out?”

Hide paused for a moment, face turning red. Kaneki was looking at him with those magnetic eyes, staring straight into the depths of his soul. Hide huffed after a moment's thought.

“Fuck it, of course you can.”

Kaneki grinned before flipping Hide over with the smallest amount of effort Hide had ever seen. The constant manhandling was such a turn on, Hide thought to himself for a moment, before he felt Kaneki practically lay on his back. He felt the gentle rake of sharp nails down his back, followed with peppered kisses that grew sinful the lower they went. He tried to move for a moment, but Kaneki was quick to grab his waist and hold him down, before simply picking him up. Hide startled, clamouring to find his hands and knees placed on the bed. Soon he was on all fours, with Kaneki’s hands parting his cheeks, tongue flicking at his hole.

Kaneki revelled in the sounds Hide was making, feeling his cock harden in his pants and wondering what it would be like inside Hide. He brushed the thought away, that was for another day. Licked a line down to Hide’s hole, before pressing his tongue lightly into the thick rim of muscle. He heard Hide groan, and he brought one hand around to stroke Hide as he ate him out.

This was good. This was what he wanted. Complete control in the bedroom, physical closeness, and the exciting thrill of a hunt with the reward of a taste.

It didn’t take long for Hide to cum, staining Kaneki's hands with his semen. Kaneki smiled as he brought the cum covered hand to his mouth, licking it off. Hide turned around and saw him, laughing. Then he noticed the hard tent in Kankie’s pants and the fact he was still fully clothed. He frowned at that, before practically eloping on him. Kaneki yelped, as Hide pushed him down into the mattress.

“You didn't even take off your pants to jack off throughout all of that?” Hide asked, confused and amused.

Kaneki flushed.

“I- I was distracted…”

“With…?”

“Eating my prey.”

They both giggled.

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Kaneki let out a low groan as he felt himself wake up, the weight of his body like thousands of rocks holding him down against the soft blanket and pillows that stacked high around him. That was the first sensation that hit him. The tiredness. The second one that hit was the pain, the lingering pain in his.. Everywhere. He let out a pained moan, as his heavy hand came to rest over his bandaged face. He couldn't see… Why couldn't he-

Hide. Sewers. Arima. Hide again. A few weeks of uncontrollable madness and pain. Hide. And then now. Right. After losing his fight with Arima, Hide came and rescued him from those cursed sewers. It had been a rough few weeks since then, with Kaneki flitting in and out of consciousness, and Hide trying his hardest to look after an out of control ghoul. The memories all came back to Kaneki as he lay there in his bed, smelling the old blood on him. He sighed.

At least he was finally aware again, his brain must have healed up the awareness parts. Or actually, most of it. Though the pain was still enormous, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. It just felt like a severe headache, but even as he tried to sit up it didn't ache as bad as he thought it would. He brought a hand up to his face, gingerly feeling the thick bandages that wrapped around his head, feeling old blood stains on the fabric.He felt a sharp spike in his breathing and took a deep breath to quell it.

He could smell the apartment around him, on the sheets, around the room, a few rooms over. This was Hide’s apartment. Hide… Who had looked after him this whole time. If he thought harder, he could remember others coming to help, Touka and Hinami, and knew they weren't far away. He smiled, despite the fear he felt and the weariness in his bones. The fabric around his eyes grew wet with moisture as something akin to tears began to form. It felt… good, to know he had people beside him throughout it, who didn't leave and helped him.

He heard a few footsteps before a shocked gasp. The scent hit his nose first. The smell of a slightly sweaty, probably hasn't bathed in a few days, human. Hide. he didn't have time to process before arms were flung around his shoulders, and a sobbing human had crawled into his lap, gently cupping the base of his head.

“Y-You’re actually awake now, right? This isn’t an exhaustion based delusion?” Hide mumbled into his shoulder, and laughed in giddy delight as Kaneki wrapped his hand around Hide’s back. He nuzzled his head against Hide’s, squeezing him tighter as his own tears began to fall faster.

“Of course…” He muttered, his throat raw from screaming and tired from lack of use. Hide started to shake in his grasp, holding knot Kaneki like he was a lifeline.

“Oh Kaneki,” He started, pulling away from Kaneki and leaving his hands resting on his elbows, letting the sightless ghoul know he was still right there with him. “Are you okay? How bad does it hurt? Do you want to take a shower? Are you hungry?” He blurted out the swarm of questions and Kaneki's slow brain was doing loop-de-loops trying to keep up with the rapid firing. He felt himself laugh at the questions.

“A shower would be nice but I don’t think my legs are that tough yet.”

Soon Kaneki found himself lying in a bathtub with Hide behind him, keeping him supported above the water so he wouldn't drown. He tilted his head back and let it rest on Hide’s shoulder as the other boy lightly rubbed flecks of dirt and muck from Kaneki's figure that were still left over. Kaneki hummed at the light contact, already forgetting about the dull throbbing in his skull. Hide was also taking advantage of wash-time, cleaning his greasy hair and scrubbing off flecks of Kaneki's blood he still had on him from his weeks of caretaker activities.

With the gentle rock of the waves and rubbing from Hide, he almost felt tired enough to go to sleep. That was when Hide decided it was best they leave the tub, so Kaneki wouldn't slip in and drown or something. Hide was very gentle as he manoeuvred his blind friend to the side of the tub, letting him sit on it as he tried them off, a slight blush rising to his face every time he looked down at their naked figure. It was bad enough having been in the tub with them directly on top of him, but having to dry off his inner thighs was… frisky. He was almost glad Kaneki couldn’t see, or else he would notice the hard blush on his face and his whole naked glory.

Hide was about to pull himself away when he felt Kaneki’s hands reach up and grab for him, awkwardly catching one cheek while the other overshot the distance. He grumbled, feeling around until his hands were settled on Hide’s cheeks.

“You’ll get your vision back any day now Kaneki, don’t stress,” Hide muttered as Kaneki pulled him closer, their faces just inches apart.

“I know,” Kaneki started as he started tracing a line with his index fingers from the base of Hide’s ear down to where he assumed his lips would be. “But for now I’m gonna have to rely on touch.” He mumbled as his fingers found the corners of Hide’s lips, replacing his index with his thumbs as he framed the spot perfectly. Then he pushed up, into Hide’s lips. He pressed forwards, deeply kissing the other man. Hide smiled into the kiss, his eyes flitting shut as he lent his arms of the bathtub edge, leaning over Kaneki while they kissed.

Kaneki let out a pleased hum, reaching one of his arms over Hide’s neck and shoulder to pull him in closer. God, he missed this. He missed having Hide against him, over him, in him. He felt his body shake as he remembered the agony he had been through as of recent. Leaving Hide was the worst choice he ever made, and he planned on catching up on lost time right now. He deepened the kiss, running tongue along Hide’s bottom lip to ask for permission. Hide opened his mouth and let Kaneki make out with him further. Kaneki felt an excited zing up his spine.

Hide moaned into the kiss, his hands finding Kaneki’s thighs and trailing up to his waist, gripping the skin with surprising softness, no doubt afraid to hurt him further. Kaneki broke the kiss and felt himself smile, the gentle treatment warming his heart. He felt Hide’s breath on his lips.

“Do you want to… Y’know, or are you still too injured?” He asked, softening his grip on Kaneki’s waist even further. Kaneki pressed up again, and bumped his nose against Hide’s by accident, before finding his lips again with a kiss.

“I trust you. And I want you.”

Kaneki heard Hide’s sweet laughter, and felt himself be picked up at the waist. His legs wrapped around Hide’s waist and his arms found his shoulders, hanging off his front while Hide carried him out of the bathroom. He was gently sat down on the edge of the bed, before Hide started kissing him again, deeper, but not rougher. He moaned, lightly at the contact, feeling Hide’s hands brush up and down his sides, eliciting goosebumps from his flesh. He giggled at the feeling, HIde also laughing with him as he pressed soft kisses around his face, fingers thumbing at Kaneki’s new bandages, having changed them before they took their bath.

“I fucking missed you…” Hide muttered against Kaneki’s lips, and the other smiled. He felt the soft wetness of Hide’s tears as his hand gently swept them away. “Don’t ever leave again, Kaneki. Please?” Kaneki felt his own tears start to rise but he held them back.

“I wanted to come back the moment I left. I’m sorry.”

Hide’s voice was thick with tears and Hide kissed him hard, pressing him down into the mattress so he was laying, pressing his kisses down against Kanekis’ soft skin with passion that had been left to simmer for too long. Kanbeki huffed, and ran his hands along Hide’s back, feeling how he’s lost a bit of weight and noting the few small lumps from scars.He let out a soft moan as Hides hands travelled lower and lower on his skin, making hims shiver, and his body grow hot with arousal. Hide’s hands found his thighs, and thumbed gentle circles into his sensitive skin, the circles growing closer and closer to his dick, slowly hardening.

Hide broke the kiss for a moment, and at Kaneki’s confused whine only laughed.

“Hold on, I’m gonna help you to the top of the bed so I can actually get on here with you.”

Kaneki laughed as Hide awkwardly helped him shimmy up the bed, making sure he didn't knock his head on the headboards or anything. The pillows were soft underneath him, and he felt hide’s mouth find his chest, sucking and licking but never biting his soft skin. Kaneki groaned, reaching his hands out to find Hide. He found his head, and carded his hands through his hair, feeling its dampness under his fingers. Hide suddenly stopped however, before clamouring over Kakei and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Can we go all the way?” He asked, as his heated breath puffed against Kaneki’s neck. Kaneki groaned at the thought, nodding his head.

“Fuck, yes.”

Hide huffed and smiled before he reached over to the bedside table next to them, pulling out the lube and condom. Before he could bring them both over, Kaneki’s clumsy hands found his.

“I want you inside of me Hide, I want to feel you, mess and all… Besides, we don't need it. Ghouls don’t get STDs, remember?” Kaneki mumbled. Though he felt a slight desire to protest, the idea of fucking Kaneki raw was quite appealing, so Hiide relented, dropping the condom and discarding it as he came to rest in between Kaneki’s legs, as he opened them wider to let Hide close. Kaneki felt Hide’s lips on his lower stomach before he felt the cold circling feeling of a lubed up finger around his entrance. He gasped, tossing his head back and wishing he could see. Without his vision, it added certain… aspects, to it. He was shamefully aroused by his lack of visual awareness, and chose to chalk up the feeling to undiscovered kinks.

He gasped as Hide pressed in, his lips marking a path all along Kaneki’s torso, before he pulled off to watch what he was doing with his hands. Kaneki groaned as he felt Hide push in and out, widening him to accept Hide's cock deep inside, connecting them after so long apart. He gasped as Hide’s spare hand lightly grabbed his cock, slowly jerking him off and sending shocks of pleasure throughout Kaneki’s body. He didn’t even notice when Hide slid another finger in, until he started scissoring them, mixing up his insides while he rubbed his leaking cock.

Kaneki moaned, his back arching as Hide found that sweet spot, hands gripping the blankets on the bed as he felt Hide pleased him. It felt fantastic, and he wanted to see Hide doing this so desperately. Wanted to see his light blush and hard throbbing cock and his concentrated stare as he opened Kaneki up. He started pressing back on the fingers and Hide added a third, and the slight twinge of pain made him wince.

Hide paused for a moment, coming up to press against Kaneki’s lips again.

“Are you okay?” He muttered, as if a slight wince was still considered paint to Kaneki after everything that had happened. Kaneki simply let out a breathy laugh, kissing Hide back.

“Keep going.”

Hide worked a trail of kisses down his chest, while he finished working in his third finger, thoroughly opening Kaneki up and enjoying the soft moans he was making, each quiet puff of air and breathy exhale of Hide’s name hardening his cock and increasing his desire to enter to be inside of Kaneki, closer than they had been in months. He pulled his lube covered finger out of Kaneki, wiping them on the sheets before spreading generous amounts of lube on his own cock. Kaneki was underneath him, writhing, waiting.

Hide lined himself up, a hand coming to hold Kaneki’s as he slowly pressed his way inside. Kaneki let out a sharp sound, squeezing onto Hide’s hand tighter. He could hear Hide mumbling soft words to him as Hide’s lips found the side of Kaneki’s ear.

“It’s alright, we can stop whenever you want, you’re beautiful, I love you,” A mantra Hide repeated as he fully sheathed himself inside of Kaneki. He was puffing, his body itching to get started but his common sense winning out. He patiently waited for Kaneki to get accustomed to the intrusion, letting the blind boy run his hand up and down Hide’s arm, while the other one grabbed Hide's shoulder. Hide had his wands on Kaneki’s waist, softly rubbing circles. After a moment, Kaneki spoke.

“You can go, just… Be gentle with me…”

Hide smiled.

“I know Kaneki, I know.”

So he pulled out, just a little, before thrusting back in, immediately moaning at the warm heat and friction he was getting inside of Kaneki. He started fucking himself inside of the boy, panting in pleasure as his soft thrusts made his cock swell. Kaneki’s own dick was erect, and Hide took it into his hand, while the other supported himself. He started jerking his cock, while he kept up his gentle thrusts so he wouldn't hurt Kaneki.

He moaned under HIde, arching his back as Hide brushed up against just the right spot but… This wasn’t enough. His hands curled around Hide’s shoulders, bridging him closer down. He took one hand away, travelling it down his own body to replace Hide’s hand on his dick. Hide let out a confused sound before Kaneki pressed himself as close as he could to Hide, leaning up off the bed just to press their chest together and tuck his face into Hide’s shoulder.

“H-Hold me closer,” Kaneki moaned into Hide’s shoulder, feeling his arms snake around his back and tighten, drawing him into Hide. He let himself fall back on the bed, with Hide’s arms lifting him just slightly off so they would stay close. Hide was hunched over him, completely against him, feeling the deep, slow thrusts inside of him that seemed to reach the deepest parts of him.

Kaneki felt tears in his eyes as Hide pressed a long kiss to his lips, speeding up his impactful thrusts. Kaneki was moaning into the kiss, rubbing his own cock between their shifting bodies, the friction driving him mad. He could feel himself grow close, and feeling the way Hide’s cock twitched inside of him he knew they didn't have much time left.

Hide’s thrusts seemed to get deeper each time, and he let out a wild moan at the forceful thrusts inside of him, still slow enough to not jostle him too far. The care and delicate way Hide was holding him made him swoon, a rush of emotions coming over him at HIde being here, with him, in him, after so long apart. He started crying freely now as he deepened his kiss with Hide, feeling his thrust speed up. Hide pulled away from their kiss with a heavy moan.

“K-Ken I’m go-”

“Me too.”

And just like that Hide came, shortly followed by Kaneki. Hide continued his slow thrust inside of Kaneki, coming down from his high as he came inside, pulling himself out, soft and relaxed. Kaneki felt the sticky cum on his hands and chest, as well as Hide’s seed deep inside of him. He felt giddy as Hide clamoured on top of him, pressing gentle kisses into his skin.

“You’re perfect Kaneki. Don’t leave me again,” he mumbled as he tucked himself into Kaneki’s side. Kaneki laughed.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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“F-Fuck!” Kaneki yelled as Hide thrust the dildo deeper into him. His legs were shaking from the strain of holding himself up, even with his arms supporting his waist. He was laying on his back with his hips raised and arms holding them up, his legs bent and spread while Hide enjoyed stuffing Kaneki with a variety of different toys. Right now he had a soft silicone dildo, that was rather long in Kaneki’s opinion, but thankfully it was narrow in girth. He doubted that he would be able to take something that large but Hide seemed to disagree.

As of right now, his partner was laughing at Kaneki’s exclamative, but thankfully paused in his movements of the dildo. Hide was sitting in between Kaneki’s legs, along with a small box of kinky things they had collected over time, naked and hard watching Kaneki squirm under his control.

“You okay?” He managed to say through his laughs, pulling the dildo further out of Kaneki and hearing his hsuddering breaths.

“Y-Yeah just, fuck- warn me next time,” he muttered, growing tired in his position. Hide seemed to take note, sliding the dildo fully out of Kaneki and watching him collapse down onto the bed. Kaneki groaned, running his hands through his hair, noting how sweaty they had gotten. He shifted uncomfortably where he was lying, his dick hard and throbbing, waiting for stimulation that Hide seemed insistent on denying him. Hide crawled on top of Kaneki, kissing a gentle line up his abdomen, through his neck and stopped at the bottom of his chin, sucking hickeys into the underside of his jaw.

“You wanna keep going?” He mumbled against the skin, before he licked along Kaneki’s jawline up to his earlobe, nibbling lightly. Kaneki huffed, hand coming to rest on Hide’s back as he absentmindedly scratched the skin softly. They had been messing around for a while now, and both had cum once already at varying times, Hide after Kaneki did something fantastic with his mouth and Kaneki after Hide gave him a prostate massage. However right now, his dick was achingly hard and he knew Hide was too. Best to keep going.

“Yeah, yeah I do but… If you wanna try using another toy… maybe the-the vibrating one…” He mumbled, voice trailing off in embarrassment. He could scarcely believe he was still embarrassed by this stuff. Honestly, some of the things he and Hide had been getting up to were… quite deviant in nature. Still, his desire for sexual pleasure out on the embarrassed feelings, especially when Hide crawled back to his spot with a pleased whoop.

Hide enjoyed watching Kaneki, watching him writhe and curse and moan under him. He enjoyed twisting his wrist around Kaneki’s cock and watching his eyes widen and got so turned on when Kaneki would climb over his thighs and ride him into the mattress. Just watching Kaneki feel good made him feel good, which was one of the reasons he was so interested in experimenting with toys recently. Seeing the different feelings they could get from him or Kaneki depending on its design was so interesting to him. He smiled as he reached into the box, pulling out the cylindrical black object and matching control system.

He smiled at Kaneki, who opened his legs in response, letting Hide crawl in closer so he could have get the dildo inside of him. It was about as long as a regular cock, maybe even a bit shorter, with a narrower end that flared out into a wide base. Hide gently ran one of his hands along Kaneki’s inner thigh, gently rubbing the soft sensitive skin, before he leaned in and nibbled at the soft skin. Kaneki sighed, relaxing further as two of Hide’s fingers came to poke at his hole, easily slipping inside. He gently finger fucked Kaneki for a few moments, rubbing at his prostate and making him shake.

Soon, he took his fingers out and poured a generous amount of lube over the vibrating dildo, making sure the whole thing was covered. Gently, he pressed it against Kaneki, watching as his boyfriend's body accepted the intrusion, seeing it slowly sink inside of him, hearing Kaneki moan at the sensation. He sucked in a breath of air through his teeth.

“It’s cold…” He mumbled, having gotten used to the other dildo that Hide had set aside. Hide chuckled as he lent down as pressed soft kisses into Kaneki’s stomach, looking up as responded.

“I know, but you’re taking it so well, with how open you are from that last one…” he muttered, pressing his lips against Kaneki's warm and trembling stomach. He felt Kaneki’s body twitching at that. Hide smirked. “Did you like that? Me telling you how good you are at this?” He said as he quickly shoved the dildo the rest of the way in. He heard Kaneki’s shocked gasp and saw how his hands squeezed the mattress sheets tighter.

Kaneki huffed as the dildo was fully inserted, mind going wild as Hide’s words plagued on repeat in his head. That was… good. That was so fucking good. He bucked his hips, trying to stimulate the motionless dildo into movement as he felt it brushing against his prostate.

“Y-yes,” he forced out as he tossed his head back, gulping down saliva and feeling beads of sweat on his forehead. Hide’s lips left his skin and he saw the other one watch him as they fiddled with the remote in his hands.

“I knew you were into that…” He mumbled, disregarding the statement Kaneki had made just a few days earlier, that he definitely didn't have a praise kink. He sent Kaneki a soft smile as he flicked the small switch on to the lowest setting. Kaneki gasped, feeling the immediate pulsing inside of him, the shaking and trembling and powerful vibrations it was sending into his prostate. He felt Hide learn over him, one hand holding the base of the dildo while the other was bent on the bed as support, as Hide hovered over Kaneki. He gently started moving the dildo in and out of Kaneki, angling it into his prostate with every move.

“Shh, shh, that’s it, you’re doing good,” he muttered as he pressed his own lips against Kaneki’s, feeling the way immediately latched his own lips against Hide’s. Hide moaned into the kiss, his dick throbbing as he wished he were inside of Kaneki, but that was probably for a later date. Kaneki’s hands came up over Hide’s shoulders, grasping at the skin as he shook and moaned at the level one vibrations and slow thrusts. Hide grinned.

“If you’re doing such a good job at taking it like this… do you want me to take it up a notch Kaneki?” He asked, watching Kaneki nod. He quickly reached for the switch, and casually flicked it up. He heard Kaneki's moaning sound, felt how his hands clawed at his back for a moment as he was assaulted with faster feelings. Continuing with the theme, as Hide gently grabbed the base of the dildo, he started thrusting it in and out of him at a faster pace.

Kaneki groaned, grabbing Hide tighter and making sure he stayed hovering over him, uncaring for the slight ab workout Hide was getting as he supported himself in a near plank, minus the fact he was on his knees.

“You’re still doing okay? Kaneki you’re amazing at this… I love you so much… you’re perfect,” he told Kaneki as he kissed him on the lips, forcing his tongue inside of Kaneki who was only happy to receive it. He kept fucking Kaneki with the toy, faster now, his hands reached for the toy dial without telling Kaneki. His finger hovered over the final switch up, the highest level, before he broke his kiss with Kaneki, looking him in the eyes. Kaneki’s eyes were dark with lust, his face blushed and moaning open, panting. Hide had a large smile on his face as he spoke a few gentle words.

“Just tell me if you want to stop.”

Then he flicked the switch, and at the same time, increased his pace to be brutal one,slamming the toy inside of Kaneki with no mercy, hearing his shocked yelp and the following high pitched moans of pleasure that sent pants to Hide's dick.

Kaneki was gasping, writhing, feeling the jack-hammering of the dildo against his prostate, the tremors of vibration up his body, the hard and heavy feeling for his cock against his stomach, untouched and fit to burst. He scraped Hide’s back with his nails, smelling the sweet scent of blood. He winced for Hide, knowing how painful his scratches could sometimes be, but Hide seemed unphased.

“Shh, I love you, you’re so good at this. God you were made for this. You’re everything to me Kaneki. I love you. I want you. I want to be inside you, over you, with you, because you’re just so fucking incredible…” Kaneki moaned at the sweet words, feeling tears prick his eyes. It was perfect. All of it was perfect, just like Hide. Every soft word was foreign, unusual to his ears, the thoughts even worse. Because as Kaneki was lying there, he believed Hide. He believed him, and to know Hide loved him and admired him. Even as he was…

He didn’t have time to warn, simply latching his mouth onto Hide’s as he came hard and untouched against Hide’s chest. His body shook, the feeling of pleasure rapidly turning into near pain at the overstimulation, and Hide was quick to cease the hurts and remove the dildo with a wet plop. Kaneki layed there, panting and spent, basking in the overflow of his orgasm. He felt Hide, pressed delicate kisses against his face, wiping away salty tears with his thumb.

“You okay?” He murmured, making sure Kaneki was okay. The responded by flipping the both of them with the last of his energy, kissing Hide thoroughly as his own hands drew lower to Hide’s hard throbbing cock. He took the member into his hands and started jacking him off, watching Hide gasp and keen into his hand.

“Of course I’m okay. I love you is all,” he said, kissing Hide. With the stimulation from Kaneki’s hand, it wasn’t long before Hide came, his mind swimming with visions of Kaneki underneath him. He watched with half lidded eyes as Kaneki calmly, casually, lifted up his hand from Hide’s cock and licked the cum off, smiling at the pleasant taste. Hide huffed, grabbing Kaneki and bringing him in closer, cuddling up with his boyfriend as they both enjoyed the gentle aftermath of sex.

“Can you…” Kaneki started, tasting the words in his mouth and trying to pick whichever seemed fit. “Can you say stuff like that more often?” He mumbled against Hide’s chest, hands trailing lines up his side.

“Not even just in sex but, in general. I know you think it and I know I’m bad at taking compliments but… that was amazing.”

Hide curled his arms around Kaneki tightly, breathing in the smell of his hair as he pressed a soft kiss to his head.

“Of course Kaneki. I love you.”

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Hide sat on one end of the couch, eyeing Kaneki beside him. The other boy was oblivious to the outside world, nose deep in a book and focusing on everything but Hide. A true unacceptable notion.

“Kanekiiiii,” Hide groaned as he slumped over the armrest on the chair, leaning back and feeling blood rush to his head. Kaneki didn’t even respond, simply flipping to a new page in his book. Hide sat back up, sending an unimpressed look at his silver haired boyfriend, suddenly wishing to tug at those strands in order to get some attention. He crawled forwards on the couch, going to grab at Kaneki’s hair but was slapped away, Kaneki not even raising his eyes from his book.

Hide sat back, rubbing his hand and glaring at Kaneki. Wasting no time, he tried to snatch the book from Kaneki’s hand, only to grab at thin air as Kaneki swiftly held the book aloft above his head, reading it casually. Hide reached for it again, so Kaneki pulled his arms down as Hide started to crawl up his torso to grab the book, locked Hide ageing Kaneki’s chest. He squirmed and heard Kaneki’s faint laughter. He truly couldn't move an inch, Kaneki’s ghoulish strength overwhelming him. It was a wonder Kaneki let Hide play the more controlling figure in bed, seeing how easily Kaneki could do it. Then again, that was the spirit of roleplaying wasn’t it?

Hide relaxed in Kaneki arms, breathing in his scent before Kaneki released him from his prison, to which he crawled out of, watching as Kaneki calmly resumed his reading.

“Put the book down,” he said, feeling aspects of his younger, theatrics self slowly creep back into his voice. Kaneki didn't glance up from his book.

“I don’t think so. It’s a good one,” he muttered, flipping to another page, eyes still downcast. Hide poked his tongue into his cheek, narrowing his eyes at Kaneki. He didn't understand why Kaneki was being so fussy, when he clearly just wanted a conversation, or some other form of simple entertainment.

“Kaneki. Put the book down,” he demanded, huffing as he felt a small smirk on his lips. He felt stupid, but he really did just want Kaneki to put the book down.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Kaneki asked, his eyes lifting up from his book as he locked his gaze onto Hide’s. He felt himself grin, sensing where this was going. Kaneki’s eyes were full of mirth and damn it this was his plan all along! Get him annoyed, then get him to bed. It was so genius, and a strategy he used himself. Often. “If I don’t put it down. What are you gonna do about it?”

“Oh is that how we’re playing this?” Hide asked, crossing his arms and tilting his head, watching Kaneki smile softly, a mischievous little expression he so rarely made nowadays.

“Depends, do you want to?” He asked as he reached to the bedside table, slipping a bookmark into the open pages.

“Of course I do. I love having you in my bed,” Hide started, getting the ball rolling for sexy talk. Kaneki hummed as he put the book down, scooting closer to Hide and sitting infront of him, eye to eye, knee to knee.

“Why’s that? What do I do that makes you love having me?” Kaneki asked, reaching his hand out to run it down and up the side of Hide’s chest. Hide smiled at Kaneki’s playful touches, and reached a hand of his own out, rubbing along Kaneki’s thigh, getting further with every stroke.

“A mix of a few things really. When you lick and bite, when you shiver in excitement, when you’re pliant under my hands.”

Kaneki grinned.

“Mmm, that's a little controlling… you got a kink or something?”

“No, I think it’s just you. Just you and your sexy body-”

“If my body is so sexy, why are you barely touching me?”

“The build up Ken, the build up… plus, I want to make sure you’re all hot and bothered when I… Well, when I do what you want me too. What is it you want me to do?” Hide asked, tilting his head as he leaned his face in closer to Kaneki’s as his lips hovered just in front of his, not quite touching despite their proximity.

“Mmm. I want you to lay there and force my head down on your cock. How's that sound?” Kaneki asked, eyes flicking up from Hide’s lips to his eyes, brown staring into grey. Hide felt a smirk tug on his lips and a pang in his groin.

“Laying sounds boring. How about… writhing in ecstasy?” He proposed, pressing his lips into Kaneki’s as he trailed his hand even lower, resting it at the junction between Kaneki's hips and thighs. Kaneki huffed, his hands wrapping around Hide’s back and bringing him closer.

“Now you sound like you’re writing a porno,” he mumbled against Hide’s lips with a small giggle.

“Yeah you read a lot of those don't you,” Hide retorted, taking Kaneki’s lips into his again as his other hand grabbed at his thin waist. He felt Kaneki laugh against him.

“Hmph, you've been reading my books Hide?” He asked as he gently pushed Hide down on the couch, clamouring over him as he pressed kisses against his lips and the corners of his mouth.

“Of course I have. I need to know everything about you Kaneki. Especially what gets you flustered,” he said as he locked eyes with Kaneki, staring intimately into those large gentle eyes. Hide’s hands travelled to Kaneki’s shoulders, holding him there before they dragged won to Kaneki’s collar, undoing the shirt. “I mean, sex would get boring if I didn't know about how much you like dirty talk y'know?”

Kaneki laughed, his own hands coming to fiddle with the bottom of Hide’s sweater, looking into his eyes with question before he pulled it up and over Hide’s head, along with his shirt. Immediately, he started kissing Hide’s neck, sucking at his skin and lightly nibbling and pulling the flesh. Hide shivered, his hands finishing undoing his buttons and one of them coming to grab at Kaneki’s hair, tugging those white strands. Kaneki hummed.

“I don’t think it could get boring with you, you’re such a captivating person Hide, with your smile and personality and fat cock.” Hide huffed a laugh, finishing taking off Kaneki's shirt as the other boy continued to mark his chest and stomach.

“Don’t flatter me, I’d say it’s average,” he chuckled with Kaneki as the other boy pressed his laugh against Hide’s skin. Hide felt like squirming at the tickling vibrations, instead just running his hands up and down Kaneki’s back, tracing every muscle ridge. “God, you’re fucking ripped you know that? Like, I don't think you understand how hot you are, Kaneki.”

Kaneki hummed against his stomach, kissing a trail down his stomach to finish at the top of his pubic bone, his fingers playing with the hem on Hide’s clothes. He looked up with a lusty smile before he started to unbutton Hide’s jeans, reaching a hand down Hide’s pants to cup his forming erection. Hide hissed, squeezing Kaneki closer to him as the other started to fondle his dick through his boxers.

“You’re so hard already Hide…” Kaneki basically purred, pulling Hide's jeans the rest of the way off before he lent close down to Hide’s cock, gently mouthing at Hide’s dick through his boxers. Hide huffed, relaxing his hands on Kaneki’s shoulders as the other pulled out of his reach, continuing with his fondling and mouthing.

“Of course I am Kaneki,” he started, looking up at their roof and feeling a few breathy moans slip out of his mouth. “As previously stated, you’re incredibly attractive and I enjoy having you in my bed.”

“Well we aren't in your bed right now Hide.”

“Oh shush you.” Hide swatted the back of his head lightly as Kaneki laughed, pulling off Hide’s boxers and letting his hard dick out. He wasted no time in taking the tip into his mouth, pressing his tongue flat against the base as he slid down a few inches, before licking back up and swirling his tongue around the head. Hide moaned loudly, sliding his hands into Kaneki’s hair and grasping at the locks with one hand, while his other grabbed at the back of the couch, holding onto it for dear life as Kaneki pleasured him. God he was good at this.

“You’re ah!- So fucking good at this Ken- F-Fuck you’re so hot, I wanna watch you suck on my cock all day long,” Hide spat out, looking back down at Kaneki and feeling him moan around his dick, the vibrations making him so horny. Hide huffed out a small laugh. “Y-You like that huh? You like the idea of me fucking your mouth or your arse, thrusting into that slutty little body of yours all day long?”

Hide groaned at as Kaneki moaned an affirmation around his cock, all while he was deepthroating him now, sliding up and down his member with practised ease. Hide held onto his hair tighter, pushing him down and pulling him back up, seeing Kaneki’s lips taunt and tight, feeling the wet warmth of his throat, seeing him look up with fucked out eyes.

Kaneki was feeling hot and horny, his own dick aching in his pants as he felt Hide force his head down onto his cock, his nose brushing up against Hide’s pubic hair each time he sunk down and the sensation of almost suffocating around Hide had never been better. One of his hands stuck down with a will of its own to his leaking cock, starting to jerk it off as he listened to Hide, all while he kept up the rise and fall, tasting the pre-cum in the back of his throat.

“You’re so good at this, I wanna see you naked on my bed every day, I wanna feel you around my cock, I want your hot mouth on me and- and I want to tie you up, control you, own you- F-Fuck that’s so good… Kaneki… Kaneki…” He repeated his name like a mantra, feeling Kaneki suck him off and deepthroat his cock, feeling him under his hand shiver and hearing moan and-

“K-Kaneki I’m gonna cum!” He managed to utter the phrase and moaned hard when Kaneki sank himself down, holding his mouth around Hide’s cock as he came, swallowing the thick liquid. Hide gasped, softening as he thrust a few times into Kaneki's mouth, feeling two steadying hands on his hips as Kaneki held him down. Before long, the boy pulled off, swallowing a mouthful of Hide’s semen as his hand came up to his throat, touching the tender area.

“You okay?” Hide murmured as he sat up, resting on the arm of the chair. He watched Kaneki with relaxed, tired eyes, drooping from pleasure at his release. Kaneki, who was sitting on his knees now with his jeans half down, dick hard, eyes teary and red, nodded.

“It-It was great,” he mumbled with his dry throat, sitting back against the opposite end of the couch. Hide grinned at the confirmation, because after making sure Kaneki was okay, he only had one job left.

“Touch yourself.”

Kaneki blinked after a second, seeming to only now be hearing the words. He blushed, but his hand came down to hold his own cock anyway. Hide nodded his head forwards in encouragement, watching Kaneki blush further as he started to stroke himself, head tilting back and his Adam's apple bobbing. He opened his legs up further, shimmying the jeans down to his ankles along with the boxers, on full display for Hide as he started to jerk himself off. Hide just leaned back and enjoyed the show.

“Good. That’s good, Kaneki. Now imagine…” He started, thinking to himself one of the things she might have read somewhere on the internet or in the few kinky books Kaneki actually did own. “Imagine I’ve tied you up. Think about that. Think about how I come to you late at night, push you down against the mattress and strap you to the headboards, put a spacing bar between your legs together and leave you writhing, hard on my bed.”

Kaneki let out a strangled moan as he shit his eyes, stroking himself faster. Hide watched the beads of pre-cum form on his weeping cock.

“Think about how much you’d want to touch yourself like you're doing now. Think about how I won’t let you. After I open you up, all plaint and open under my touch, I’m gonna fuck you, hard, but I might get bored of this position, yes… After that I’ll untie you, only for a moment, and strap your wrist to your ankles, leaving the spacing board bent over with your face in the mattress and you arse towards me.”

Hide watched Kaneki absorb himself in the fantasy, whining as he came closer and closer to the edge. Hide himself almost felt this cock twitch, but wanted to make sure Kaneki had finished before they went for round two (If Kaneki wanted to of course).

“I’d be behind you, fucking you so hard it almost hurts while you can’t move. My hands on your waist, holding you steady before I reach my hand under you and jerk you off, finally letting you cum, while I myself finish deep inside of you, letting my cum spill out as you lay there and take it-”

Kaneki came. Biting his lip, head tossed back and a loud moan spilling from his lips, Kaneki came over his hands. He was panting now, eye opening as he pulled his hand off his soft cock and crawled towards hIde, who opened his arms and let Kaneki clamour into his chest, snuggling in. Kaneki hummed against his skin while Hide stroked his hair, smoothing down the locks with a soft smile.
“We should do that,” Kaneki murmured. Hide huffed and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Another day. Do you want to keep going or…?” Hide asked, rubbing his hand down Kaneki’s back. The boy shivered.

“Maybe later. I’m tired right now, and-” He held up a cum covered hand. “I’d like to shower right now.”

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Kaneki groaned, resting his head against the cool metal walls of his prison. Four square walls. He had been here ever since the absolute disaster that was Kanou’s raid. He was captured by the large investigator, who had beaten the shit of him for what he did to his friend, the other large investigator. Seriously, what was it with investigators beings beefed up? He smiled to himself, though only for a moment before he heard voices at his door. He felt himself snarl, curling up in a tighter ball, squeezing himself into a corner.

Recently, the investigators had been visiting non stop. Stupid doves flapping about in his ears and asking questions about various different ghouls. Sometimes they ask about Touka, sometimes ones he’s never heard of. Recently they've been asking about a small group, one he knew had joined aogiri. Did he tell them that? No, of course not.

He heard the sound of investigators entering, though he didn't look, scrunching his eyes closely shut. That was odd, he thought. Usually they just grabbed him and hauled him over to an interview room. They never came this far in, and never this many. He spared a glance up, seeing a few familiar investigators, and one that made his blood run cold. The two large ones he had fought in Kanou's raid, the insane small one who looked like a girl, the female partner of the large one he often fought, and the one they called the shinigami. Arima Kishou.

He scrambled further back into his corner, trying to hide as much as he could. What were they doing? Was it time? Were they taking him to die? His body was sluggish and weak due to RC suppressants coursing through his veins like poison. It was easy for Arima to walk forwards and grab his arm, dragging him out into the centre of the room, uncaring for his struggles. He let out a yell as the investigator tossed him forwards onto the floor, immediately curling up to try and make himself as much of a dead weight as possible.

He felt one of them grab at his hair, and he let out a curse. It was the female one. She lifted his head up and he grabbed at her hand, but she was unbothered by his pathetic scratches. She stared down at him with hate.

“Tell us everything you know, or else,” she seethed, yanking at his hair. He felt a few strands tear and suddenly lunged towards her, trying to bite. He didn’t reach her though, the largest one kicking him square in the stomach and sending him tumbling on his side, rolling into the wall. He groaned and grabbed his stomach, kicking away from the investigator that was coming up to him now.

“Eyepatch, stop messing around,” they said, bending down in front of him. His hands were hovering near him, unwilling to hurt him after the things Kaneki had said during their fights.

You can’t reason with it Amon,” Arima spoke again. “If it won’t comply we need to make it. You know that.”

Make it? Kaneki’s head was swimming as he sat firm against the wall, his fingers splayed against the cool metal behind him, breathing deeply as fear settled in his chest. He was a cornered animal once again. He felt like he was with Jason, simply waiting to be killed. He didn't want to be tortured again. He wouldn't let it happen. He wasn’t sure his mind would be able to hold on after that. Already he felt his consciousness slipping the longer he spent wrapped up in this place. Every scream echoing from other rooms, his needless clawing at the metal, the scent of blood and RC suppressants… It was driving him mad.

The man in front of him, Amon, made a sympathetic face, though only for a second before they grabbed onto Kaneki’s arms, pulling him with small effort back towards the group in the middle of his room. Kaneki was kicking and yelling, fighting out of his hands but everything he did meant nothing. He was dragged into the middle when the large man grabbed his legs and held them still, stopping him from kicking while Amon held his arms down over his head. He was exposed, in nothing more than a small medical garb and it made his stomach squeeze. He struggled, but the investigators just held him down. What were they doing?

“Juuzou,” the large man started, nodding towards the androgynous one. Kaneki watched a smile of pure glee creep across their face, and felt a horrifying nausea himself. The investigator waltzed over happily, leaning over and looking Kaneki up and down.

“So we're allowed to do whatever we want huh?” He asked Juuzou, looking at the large man. They nodded, and Juuzou made a delighted hum. “How fun.” In one swift motion, he had a knife in his hand. Kaneki didn't have time to make a sound before he slashed at the small gown. Kaneki paused, feeling a slight twinge of pain as the sharp dagger cut into his skin lightly. He watched as the small man simply reached his hands out, grabbing at the fabric and pulling, tearing it off him. Kaneki yelled out, burying his face into the side of his arm, feeling his body start to shake as he became totally exposed to the investigators. He was blushing, feeling tears well in his eyes. He had an idea where this was going.

He glanced a look down, and saw the small one start running his hands over his skin lightly, assessing his body. The female investigator walked around the larger man and crouched down on the other side of his body, opposite to Juuzou, and touched his skin lightly. He let out a whimper at the two investigators with their hands on him, shutting his eyes so he wouldn’t see them eyeing him up like a slab of meat. Heh. Ironic. He felt soft hands grab his face and snapped his eyes open as the female investigator held his face up, leaving him totally straight on the floor. He caught Amon’s face when he looked up, and felt his stomach drop when he saw nothing but barely concealed lust. The female investigator whistled.

“If it wasn't a ghoul I’d almost call it cute.”

She let his face go and he glazed down, looking at Juuzou, still running his fingers up and down Kaneki's stomach, getting closer towards Kaneki's cock with every run down. He whimpered, shutting his eyes and trying to move his legs to cover himself, but the big man simply gripped him tighter. Then he felt a hand on his cock and he yelped in shock. He opened his eyes and expected to see Juuzou, but it was the woman with her hand around his cock. She glanced at him for a moment, before calmly starting to jerk him off. He shook, feeling shame and embarrassment and looked around the room helplessly. His eyes locked knot Arima’s for a moment.

The shinigami paid his desperate expression no mind, simply shaking his head at the ghoul. He walked over, saying something to Amon and changing places with him, locking his powerful hands around Kaneki's flimsy wrists. He looked down at the Kaneki and they shivered.

“You had plenty of chances to comply, Centipede. This is what you get.”

The large man suddenly started pulling his legs apart, and he felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped over him. He tries kicking himself away, desperately trying to avoid the incoming violation. He felt tears start to drop from his eyes as Juuzou came up to his face, sticking three fingers down his throat.

“If you bite me ghoulie, I will bite you back.”

He shut his eyes, trying to ignore the fingers in his throat and the hands on his ankles, pulling his legs apart, and the hand on his cock, starting to get his body to respond no matter how he wished it wouldn't. The fingers in his mouth drove deeper, spreading his lips wide and covering themselves in saliva. He gagged around them for a moment, wishing for them to be gone, and oddly enough the investigator seemed to comply. He opened his eyes and saw them far too close to his face for comfort. They smiled at him, and whispered something in his ear.

“It’s not so bad, just relax.”

He gulped as the investigator was suddenly down by his open legs, sending him a mischievous smirk before a saliva-covered finger started prodding at his hole. He yelped, jerking his hips. Arima tsked.

“That won’t do. Amon, hold the ghoul on top of you. It won’t be able to move that way.” Kaneki saw Amon nod, walking over and taking Arima’s place back, grabbing Kaneki's wrists. Kaneki felt the moment the other investigators let go, but before he could do anything, he was yanked back, sliding on top of the investigator, who wrapped their arms around his lower stomach, Kaneki’s head resting on his chest. He started thrashing in their clutch, trying to free himself but it was for naught. The investigator flipped him around, so his face was looking down at Amon’s and his arse was exposed.

Juuzou found his place in between Kaneki legs, pulling apart Kaneki’s cheeks as he started to thrust a finger inside. Kaneki yelped, slumping down on the investigator and breathing heavily against their shoulder. The feeling was intrusive and not at all what he wanted to be feeling in a place like this. He felt the way the investigator curled his finger, thrusting in and out, opening his arse wider. He was crying now, burying his face into the shoulder of Amon. he felt thick hands on his ankles, making sure they stayed down while the small one fingered him open. His own arms were locked against Amon’s chest, as the investigator kept his arms tight around Kaneki’s upper back.

Suddenly he felt hands on his head, a soft hand grabbing his hair and yanking it up. It was the girl. She said something to Amon, that he couldn't focus on hearing due to the small guy adding another finger into him, immediately scissoring them and iconring the pained cry Kaneki emitted. The arms around his back were removed, and he immediately pushed himself up, pressing down on Amon’s chest. The female just tugged at his hair while Amon grabbed his wrists. He manoeuvred them up to the woman’s thighs, who was standing directly in front of Kaneki, one of her hands in his hair and the other undoing the zipper of her skirt.

Kaneki gripped knot her thighs, wanting nothing more than to tear flesh from bones and sink his teeth into her and kill everyone in the room, starting with the prick with his finger up Kaneki’s-

The woman's skirt fell down, and Kaneki was staring directly at her underwear, a small pair of lacy black ones. He felt himself flush despite himself. She laughed at him.

“Are you a virgin Centipede?” She asked, yanking the hands on his hair so he would look up at her. He just glared at her instead. She shook her head.

“If you don’t want to talk you may as well put your mouth to good use.”

And in a second, his mouth was pressed against her crotch, his lips firm and flat against the underwear covering her pubis bone. He winced at a particular rough thrust inside, and he heard Juzzou yell out a happy apology, clearly uncaring for any of his discomfort. The investigator woman tugged at his hair again.

“If you don’t comply centipede, just know I will cut your dick off and stick it down your throat.”

When she moved her underwear to her knees, Kaneki was quick to shimmy his hands up to her vagina, slipping his fingers along the front segment before lightly touching the edges of her hole. She sighed as he softly started playing around, feeling slightly inside and trailing his fingers along the inside folds of her cunt. Hesitantly, he pressed his mouth closer, sticking his tongue out and flicking a trail down to her hole, sticking his tongue experimentally inside. He heard her gasp and figured this was an easy way to avoid the punishment she would give him if unsatisfied. Plus, it kept his mind off the fingers inside of him, stretching and scissoring him open. He jolted as one of them suddenly ran along his prostate.

He heard Juuzou giggle. He gasped and felt his strength wane, suddenly not having quite enough energy to hold himself up as he had been doing, especially now since his hands were required with his… business. Then he felt Amon’s hands slide up to his chest, no longer holding him down but rather holding him up. He could probably break free now if he tried but… He could feel the shinigami’s eyes on him. Watching. He shivered, flattening his tongue and dragging it up towards the woman's clit. She gasped as he licked circles around the area, using his fingers to pull away the folds covering it. As he did that, he slid one of his hands back towards her hole, slipping two of them inside and feeling that she was wet., That was a good sign.

He pulled his mouth away with a yelp as three fingers jammed into his asshole and he felt tears start to fall from his eyes again. He didn't even have time to think about it before his face was back against the woman's clit, her hand still holding his head in place against her vagina, his nose almost brushing into the neatly trimmed pubic hairs. He continued mouthing the clit and fingering her vagina while trying not to think about the fingers squishing around inside of him, or the death god watching, or the investigator holding his legs apart and down, or Amon underneath him, no doubt starting to feel Kaneki’s dick twitch. His own anatomy was betraying him.

He let out a gasp as the fingers left him, and he tried to turn his head to see why when the woman yanked his head back.

“Come on bug, I'm so close.” And she certainly was, her vagina was slick and wet and the smell stronger than before. Her legs were starting to shake as well. Still, he couldn't help the pained yelp that left him as the feeling of a hard and heavy cock slid inside of him. It was in one quick violent thrust. He started crying again, tears dropping down his cheek as he tried to go numb, but it was hard when he didn't even know who was inside of him, fucking him roughly up the arse. It was either the shinigami or the large man.

He felt the woman's shakes increase, as she let a lewd moan slip from her lips, yanking his head away. Liquid soaked his fingers and he knew that she had cum. She dropped his head, and immediately his eyes whipped around to see the larger man thrusting in and out of him. He let out a yelp when he forced himself in deep, and Kaneki tried to slump down. However, Amon held him up still. He didn't know why until Arima Kishou was in front of him. He gulped.

He glanced to his side and saw the woman fixing herself up, calmly watching alongside Juuzou. They ignored his pained face and cried. The shinigami had a hard cock in his pants, unzipping his fly and pulling boxers down, freeing the large member from his pants. Kaneki looked down, feeling defeat and shame as his body was pushed forwards repeatedly, the large man slamming into him and rocking him around. His legs were free, he noticed, but he just couldn't be bothered caring. His back hurt from the position and the jostling of his spine from the backshots was intense.

Suddenly, he felt the cock slap against his cheek and he looked up, meeting Arima’s eyes. He barely had time to whimper before the man had a thumb in Kaneki’s mouth, pressing his jaw down and open. He placed the tip of the behemoth knot Kaneki’s tongue, removing his thumb and sitting there for a moment. Kaneki shook as he kept his mouth open, knowing what would happen if he dared shut it. Somehow, he thought, this might be slightly better than torture. Cruel as it was, at least his cock had started to harden, meaning some form of pleasure in the future. But… torture was never this humiliating, and downgrading.

He felt the man's thrust speed up behind him, and his hands found Arima's thighs as he gripped on for dear life. The thrust grew faster and faster, and Arima moved his dick out of Kaneki's mouth, holding his head flat against his thigh as the shinigami watched the other man cum deep inside of him. Kaneki felt like throwing up. Suddenly his whole world spun as he was shoved off of Amon, the man hurrying to get himself out from underneath Kaneki. He didn't know why, until he saw how hard the man was. On his hands and knees now, Kaneki watched the man walk behind him, take to his knees and line himself up with Kaneki’s freshly used and abused hole.

Kaneki let out a cry as they thrust inside of him. He felt displaced cum leak down the back of his thighs. Arima moved his hands up to his thighs, making sure Kaneki held them tightly as he started to press his cock into Kaneki’s mouth. Teary eyes and hurt, Kaneki complied, feeling the man defile him from the back and the death god fuck his throat in the front. He felt like sobbing. He did. Loud sobs around the death gods cock as his face was fucked along with his arse, both holes fucked open by strangers.

He moaned around Arima’s cock, shocked at the sudden sensation of pleasure from his groin. The androgynous man had grabbed hold, and started expertly jerking him in a way that made him want to cum, alongside the others in the room. Still, he kept crying, bawling his eyes out while he was getting used as though he wasn’t a person. Wasn’t alive.He knew that's what they thought, or else they wouldn't call him it.

He must have blanked out for a moment, because suddenly both men were going hard and faster than before, his mind swimming in vague thoughts of pleasure and agony and humiliation. Amon had bruising hands on his hips, fucking him roughly and pushing the other man’s cum deeper inside, his body pulling it deeper. His cock was hard and flushed under Juuzou’s hand strokes, and his throat was raw from arima’s powerful thrusts. His lips were stretched tight, and he could feel slobber down his chin. It wouldn't be long now.

And then he came. Hard. Juuzou twisted the head of his cock gently and he shot out a thick strand, the load covering the floor. He was shaking, waiting for the other two to cum inside of his slim body. Amon came first, thrusting deep inside and letting out a strangled moan. Kaneki shook as he felt Arima follow, both men pressing deep inside of him and holding still, emptying out their salty liquids inside of him. When they pulled out he collapsed. He vaguely felt someone sit beside him, pulling his head into their lap and carding through his hair. It was the scent of the female investigator.

“Have anything to say Centipede?” She asked, softly smoothing the strands down while he laid limp in post orgasmic tiredness. He was still choking on cum in his throat, struggling to swallow. He felt cum pour from his arse onto the floor, and shut his eyes.

“The ghouls…” He mumbled, his voice thick with tears and scratchy from rough treatment. “The ghouls you’re after… They stuck with Aogiri. Look there.” The ghoul snapped his eyes shut, enjoying the few moments of soft contact it was getting, knowing it would be his last. He felt the gently carding hands in his hair and tried to zone out the investigators asking him another question, tried to zone out the aching feeling in his back and hips, trying to ignore the burn in his throat and arse. With weak arms he covered his ears.

He felt the female investigator move out from under him, leaving him alone on the cold floor. He curled up like a bug almost instantly, squeezing his ears to his skull and trying to forget where he was. Forget all of it. Forget it. Forget it. Forget it.

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The ghoul opened his eyes to a cold world. He blinked a few times, confused and disorientated, waking up to a strange place. But everything was a strange place to someone who didn't know any. He felt like a newborn, fingers twitching, legs curling up and eyes flicking about the white room with about as much knowledge and balance as a baby deer. The room was pale and cold, the sheets covering him were thin, it by and white, a few small bloodstains dotting it, no doubt from the few spots of pain on his body.

Why was he in pain? He wondered to himself as his hands lightly touched across his face and neck, feeling his palms and arms and body and legs through a small medical gown that hardly covered anything. His body seemed firm under his fingertips, hard ridges of muscles that felt strong and healthy. So why was he here in a medical gown? Was he sick? Who hurt him? The questions flitted through his mind so fast he felt an ache in his skull, he groaned as his hands came up to his head to hold it.

He felt a dull throbbing in his eye and he shut them away from the fluorescents, curling himself up in a small ball to hide from the strange universe he had been born into. He kicked his legs out and rolled over, staring along the walls of his strange enclosure before they locked on the small door in his room. It was made of a cold hard metal, locked shut. Why was it locked? Was he a criminal? Who was he?

He heard something outside. A few small words and mutters, and then an unlocking door. He flinched away, something in his body screaming at him to hide and run, especially as a tall white haired man stepped through the metal door. He was muscular and lean, tall with a powerful air around him, glasses resting gently on his nose. The ghoul sat up, feeling a wave of nausea sweep over him as he pressed himself into the cold wall.

“Hello two-forty,” the man said, his voice deep and familiar. He shivered, feeling a fearful beat in his heart, a sweat starting to drop from his forehead as the man’s presence overwhelmed him. What was it? Why was he so terrified? The man tilted his head, watching the ghoul stress in a corner like a wild animal.

“Do you remember me?” He asked, walking further towards the ghoul. They blinked, flinching away as they tried to hide in the corner. “I’ve visited you a few times here you know.” The man came and stood at the edge of his small, flat bed, hands together in his lap as he stood, back straight, in a black suit.

“W-who-” the ghoul croaked, hand coming up to his throat to hold it, no doubt feeling a strain from lack of use and pained twinge from screaming during his weeks of unconscious struggle. “Who am I?”

The ghoul was a sight. Greasy hair slick to his forehead, eyes wild and red, kakugan showing in one of his eyes. His body was thin, the muscles starting to fade, yet a certain strength still remained from the continued consumption of human flesh the investigator had shoved down his throat. His body was covered in a medical gown that stuck tight to his skin with sweat, perfectly outlining each curve in the ghouls' oddly lithe body. He had good shape, Arima noted. It wouldn't be terrible to take the ghoul as he planned. In fact, minus the sweat, the ghoul would likely make an attractive partner for such activities.

“Prisoner two-forty. You’re a ghoul, but I plan on reconditioning you to human life. My name is Arima Kishou,” the man stated, watching as the ghoul started to peel itself off the wall, its fast and rapid rabbit breathing slowing as he focused on Arima’s words. Good. It was already starting to trust him. “Can you tell me what you know?”

The ghoul blinked, putting its hands together in front of himself, unconsciously copying Arima’s own positioning, mimicking behaviour to humanify itself. The ghoul shook his head.

“You know nothing?” Arima asked. The ghoul nodded.

It was perfect. The perfect scenario for Arima. His new quinque was a clean slate, ready for him to manipulate and control. He just needed to ghoul to trust him fully. To want to be near him and close, to associate him with positive feelings as well as knowledge of Arima’s superiority and control over him. He needed the ghoul to know where his position was in his new life.

“Come here,” he commanded, sitting down on the side of the ghoul’s slab, watching as the hesitantly crept their way over. Arima reached a hand out and watched the ghoul shrink away. “It’s alright. Come closer. That’s an order you must follow. You need to do as I say, always.”

The ghoul complied, obedience seemingly in its nature. It crawled closer, sitting next to Arima, its feet tucked up on the bed and its knees to its chest, watching Arina with cautious eyes. Smart eyes. Despite its amnesia, the ghoul was a clever thing. Arima reached his hand back out, swiping the filthy bangs off the ghouls forehead. They groaned under his touch. Arima felt the urge to frown at the disgusting feeling, feeling the ghoul’s hot skin beneath his fingers. He stood up in front of the ghoul, watching it blink up at him through wide grey eyes. It shivered as Arima’s fingers trailed lower down the sides of its face, its neck, stopping at its shoulder. Then they curled around its back, and undid the lace of its gown.

The ghoul mumbled something, reaching up to grab the falling fabric but Arima grabbed its hands.

“Don't. Lay flat, without the gown.” He ordered, watching the ghoul’s face be overcome with sudden fear. Still, they obeyed, removing the rest of the gown and shimmying flat on the bed, laying down exposed. Its face was a bright scarlet, and it looked away from Arima, legs trying to cover up his groin area as one of them tucked up. Arima grabbed the leg and forced it down, scanning the ghoul with his eyes. The ghoul was his now, it made sense he knew it inside and out.

He climbed onto the bed, pulling the ghouls legs apart and placing himself in the middle. The ghoul made a soft whimper sound so he tried to comfort it somewhat.

“It's alright, this will feel good. You’d like that wouldn't you. You trust me?” He asked, looking at the ghoul as he wrapped his hand around its soft cock, slowly jerking it. The ghoul huffed, looking at Arima with a shocked expression as its body was being introduced to new sensations. It let out a breathy moan as Arima started bringing it to erection, slowly nodding in response to Arima's question.

Arima reached into his pocket with his spare hand, pulling out the small bottle of lube he had. He took his hand off the ghoul, fingers folding up to his buttons to undo them. He watched as the ghoul let out a whine, its own hand grabbing at its cock to replace the stimulation. Arima wasn't all that concerned, glad it still had the neural pathways to associate action with reaction. He undid his shirt and took off his suit jacket, resting them off the edge of the bed. Shirtless now, he covered three of his fingers in lube, tossing the bottle aside as he reached under the ghoul, circling around its hole. He thrust a finger in with no warning, hearing the ghoul yelp.

“W-what- what are you doing?” It asked, fear in its voice at the intrusion. Arima ignored it, leaning further over the ghoul as he finger fucked it, the ghoul pressing hesitant hands against Arima's chest, as if to push him away. He did not buckle however, the ghouls light pressure on his chest being inconsequential.

“Calm down ghoul. You’re fine, this will be over soon,” he said, looking at the betrayed look in the ghouls eyes. Already it had believed that he would not hurt him, from just a few gentle touches. Imagine how much the ghoul would trust him with the confirmation that Arima could give it more than gentle touches.

He made sure he was quick anyway, fingerducking the ghoul with one, then two, then finally three, spreading it open and ignoring its cries and please, only occasionally reiterating that this wasn't going to hurt. Eventually, the ghoul quietened, likely starting to feel the pleasure from its prostate, and the cock Arima had started to stimulate once more. After a few moments, the ghoul was plaint and Malua le beneath him, softly breathing and shivering, pleased sounds slipping through pouty lips. Arima's hypothesis was right. The ghoul wasn't unpleasant to be with, its face making sweet expressions, and its body being perfectly suited for sex, a sensitive, reactive body.

He could feel a tent in his pants, one he was happy to relive as he unzipped them, pulling his fingers free of the ghouls warmth. The ghoul moaned at the loss, before feeling the much larger pressure at its opening. Its eyes became alert, as panic suddenly washed across its features, a new sensation looming across the horizon, frightening the poor thing.

“I-I don’t understand what- Hey! That hurts don’t-!” It cried out as Arima began to enter him. The ghoul shook, a few tears of fear leaking from its eyes as Arima finally took him, its body struggling to adjust to the new sensations and intrusions. The ghoul kept trying to push him away, even as Arima began to thrust in and out, fucking the ghoul at a strong steady pace.

Arina was uncaring for the ghouls cries, thrusting himself inside of the ghoul, feeling the warmth of their skin and organs around his cock and under his fingertips. Arima groaned, fucking the ghoul underneath him, enjoying the tight feeling and knowing the ghoul was his now. His ghoul. The perfect tool to manipulate and use for his own gain and advancement. They were small and confused, unaware with hands lightly grabbing at Arima’s arms, still trying to gain a feel for what was happening.

Clumsy arms trailed up Arima’s arms and curled around his back, lightly tugging the man further down. Arima huffed, letting the ghoul press him down, allowing himself to be closer to them, watching them open their mouths and let out small breathy moans as simple pleasure began to take over from the initial fear and pain it was experiencing.

Good. That was good. Arima was pleased at the response. It wouldn't be any good if the ghoul was scared of him, or only felt pain and fear. No he needed the ghoul to like it. To associate him with good feelings as well as healthy levels of fear, to know him as an authority figure, someone stronger and in charge. By getting close to the ghoul, fucking the ghoul, it would help release endorphins and chemicals in it’s brain that would make him enjoy being close to Arima. Comfortable with Arima. He would be an easy piece on the board to move.

The ghoul moaned, tossing his head back at the odd yet pleasurable sensations. The man on top of him was large and strong, yet the gentle hands on his waists pleased him, the contact practically making him purr in delight. The deep thrusting inside of him was almost painful, but the man would brush up against a spot inside of him that sent shock-waves of pleasure through his body, a tingling sensation down to the tips of his toes. The ghoul huffed as the man learnt further forwards, his body brushing against the erect member of the ghouls body, giving him a pleasurable friction.

Arima took note of the ghoul's flushed face, embarrassed blush and eyes turning to the wall beside him. He heard them moan as he leaned further forwards again, brushing his stomach over their cock. He watched their eyes light up, fucking them deeper and aiming for the prostate, the ghoul letting out a yelp as the tossed their head back. Arima took his opportunity, gently lowering himself down and kissing the ghouls neck, exposing him to another sensation. The ghoul whimpered, hands feeling the skin of Arima's back which it lightly scratched at, experimentally feeling a new person in a new world.

He took the ghouls cock in his hand again, jerking them off as he steadily fucked them, feeling his own cock swell and knowing it couldn't be much longer now. He was right of course, the ghoul moaning and writhing, dick weeping fluids before Arima came deep inside the ghoul. At the warm sensation that filled it, the ghoul came as well, coating Arima's hand in thick substance. It didn't take long to clean up, wiping the cum along the ghouls blanket before he stood up and dressed himself, taking the lube back and watching the ghoul curl up, cum still leaking from it, breathing softly as it enjoyed its post orgasmic glow.

Arima walked up to it, smoothing the hair on its forehead and giving it the soft touches it so desperately craved. He petted the ghoul for a few minutes, trailing his hands down its chest, along its arms, and along its neck, familiarising the ghoul with his touch.

“Your new name is Haise,” Arima muttered, watching as the ghoul grabbed for his hands with a smile.

“Okay.”

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One night, Haise awoke with memories of someone else's life. Suddenly, he had felt the weight of an entire existence slip into his consciousness. He woke with heavy breathing, a fast heartbeat and a half scream on his lips. He smothered his hands over his face and simply laid there for hours. The quinx wandered around, making themselves breakfast, and all he could think about was the times when he as a broke college student had done the same thing at that age. Thinking about chasing after Hide. Thinking about Touka. Thinking about reading with Hinami. Thinking about Jason. Thinking. Remembering.

He hardly thought at all as he drove himself to Arima’s house. His mind was remarkably blank, considering all that he had learnt in a short few hours. Thankfully it was a weekend, and he didn't have a shift at work. Neither did Arima, he knew as the other man often left him with a record of his schedule, should Haise need to find him. It was doubtful he ever expected Kaneki Ken to turn up at his door.

Of all the things he remembered, he was most shocked to remember his time as prisoner two-forty. As far as he was concerned, one day he was simply Haise. Arima had told him that was his name. When he told him? Kaneki was unsure. Memories of Arima walking in, standing at edge of his bed, in between his legs fucking him for Christ's sake-

Kaneki slammed the wheel with his hands once he parked outside Arima's. Was it weird? He asked himself as he walked towards Arima’s apartment. Was it weird to look at someone you fucked act like you were there father? He shivered at the thought. All that was running through his head was Arina, Arima, Arima-

“Haise?”

Kaneki blinked, hardly even noticing that he had knocked on Arima’s door. The man stood in front of him, button up shirt and dress pants. Haise wanted to smile and say hello. Kaneki wanted to sink his teeth into his flesh and tear his throat so he would stop spilling lies. He was caught in between two distinct psyches, unable to grapple with either of them. So he stared at a small window behind Arima. The man frowned as he grabbed Kaneki by his shoulder, pulling him inside his apartment. There was a gentle hand on his back as Arima guided him into the room, undoubtedly noting the tense shoulders and vacant eyes.

Kaneki blinked and suddenly he sat down on Arima's couch. He looked around the familiar room, seeing how nothing had changed despite the fact he hadn't visited in a while. It was strange visiting Arima's complex after so long with the quinx. They were always rearranging everything, a constant hustle and bustle. It was no wonder Arima slid him into such a distracting environment. The less he thought the better. He looked up and saw Arima, who was standing in front of him. For how long he didn't know. Kaneki wasn't really aware of the last five minutes.

“You aren't Haise anymore, are you?” Arima asked, adjusting his glasses on his nose. Kaneki wanted to smash them into his face. Something obviously flashed across his face, as Arima narrowed his eyes.

“My quinque is on the bench just there Kaneki,” he said, nodding towards his briefcase just a few steps away. “Try anything and you’ll find yourself in v-fourteen again.”

Kaneki felt a snarl creep up into his face, but he held his hands together in his lap.

“Why are you here?” Arima asked, standing in front of Kaneki without an ounce of fear. Why didn’t you-”

“Why?” Kaneki asked, his voice cracking. “Why didn’t you kill me? Why did you fuck me? Why did you keep me like a pet?” He snarled, his nails digging into his skin, blood pooling in his palms before they dropped to the floor in small circles. Arima watched him.

“You’re useful. And the whole sex thing got you attached to me. I kept you because I have a purpose for you,” he calmly said, stepping closer to Kaneki. Kaneki gulped, looking up at Arima who was clearly having some sort of power trip. That was only confirmed when the man grabbed the base of Kaneki’s chin and kissed him, roughly. Maybe Haise took over for a second, or maybe Kaneki simply made an agreement with him. Because when he returned the kiss it was closer to a bite if anything. It was aggressive and no doubt painful for Arima, but Kaneki didn't do any damage. He didn't tear his lip off his face. He just bit it lightly. He didn't sink his hands into the man's chest and tear out his ribcage. He just tore off the man's button up and ran his fingers down with a few scratches.

Arima’s hand slid down from his chin to his neck, holding it lightly in place, feeling Kaneki’s pulse under his fingertips. The conditioning had worked better than expected. Even with how much loathing Kaneki no doubt felt, all the love and sensations he had introduced Haise to had rewired Kaneki’s mind, seeing how he had basically destroyed it in the first place. Haise was a clean slate that he had modelled, and now Kaneki’s spirit was stuck in the body of the new model. There was a sadistic sort of pleasure from that, however that was irrelevant to him. He needed Kaneki for his plots, nothing more.

Still, he enjoyed the kiss, allowing Kaneki to take off his shirt and deepen the contact, standing and pressing in closer to Arima. The contrast between Haise and Kaneki was more palpable than he would have realised. He kept his palm against the base of Kaneki’s throat, waiting, just in case he had to end Kaneki’s life sooner than he would have hoped. If Kaneki tried to kill him while they were like this, it would certainly be hard to fend him off. He didn't let it bother him however, as he trailed his other hand down Kaneki’s back, cupping the bottom of his arse and pulling him against his crotch. Kaneki let out a moan, and let Arima’s hand on his throat grab his collar, pulling him along behind.

Arima dragged Kaneki along, dazed and half-hard, before planting him down on his bed, crawling over him in an instant, his lips finding Kaneki’s as his hands pinned him down by the wrist. Kaneki huffed, pressing his forming erection up against Arima’s matching one, getting a groan from the older man. Arima grinded down on him in return, eliciting a sharp yelp from Kaneki. They played at this for a while, kissing and grinding and biting and sucking before Arima had flipped him onto his stomach. Kaneki immediately tried to flip himself back over, disliking the exposed and helpless position, but Arima wasn’t having it. Instead, he pressed Kaneki down at the top of his back, before reaching over to grab something from the top drawer. Lube, Kaneki figured. He shuddered, some part of him yearning for it all over again. He swallowed, unaware of why he was going along with this.

He felt a cold finger prod at his hole and he shivered, burying his face down into the sheets. He took a deep gulp as Arima started fingering him, trying not to think about how just a few weeks ago he had been thinking about how he was like a father to him. He let the man spread him open, feeling hands on his back, inside him, trailing down his legs. He kept his face down to the mattress, even as he propped himself up on his forearms, his back curved as Arima inserted a second finger. He winced as they started scissoring him, the burning sensations and uncomfortable sensations causing him pain. He bent his head down and groaned, pressing his lower half harder into the sheets trying to gain more stimulation from his aching cock, pressed against his stomach.

Arima curled his fingers down, brushing against Kaneki’s prostate and hearing the man yelp. He continued abusing the small bundle of nerves as he added a third finger, finishing stretching out Kaneki as he heard them moan and mutter, their body quivering and hot underneath him. He wasted no time in lubing up his cock, positioning it against Kaneki’s warm, slick red hole. He groaned as he pressed inside, Kaneki gasping for air before Arima thrust inside of him in one powerful move. Kaneki was shaking, his forearms holding him up he tilted his head over his shoulder to look at Arima. He met grey eyes, alive with molten hatred.

Without hesitating, Arima reached a hand around Kaneki’s shoulder with his right hand, grabbing the younger by his throat. Kaneki made a startled noise before Arima started fucking them hard up the arse, Kaneki biting his lips as Arima started to squeeze down on his throat. Arima was brutal, one hand on Kaneki’s waist, pressing him down into the mattress while the other hand was on his throat, squeezing it and forcing Kaneki to push his head further back, arching his spine in a painful way. He let out a groan of pain at the fast sensations, the rhythmic pounding from behind. His hands clawed at the mattress, holding on tightly as his body was rocked forwards into Arima’s hand with every thrust, his throat being constricted by the large hand.

He gasped and spluttered, his air being knocked from his lungs only to not be able to take any more in, his head growing faint from the lack of oxygen. He bit harder on his lips, squeezing his eyes and feeling blood drip down his chin. He winced at a particularly hard thirst, feeling Arima’s cock brush inside of him, right against his prostate, the bundle of nerves sensitive and abused. His cock was rubbing against the mattress in a painful way, and all he wanted was to change positions, the pain becoming serious. He huffed, grabbing hard on the mattress and using it as leverage to pull his head forwards in a sharp motion, breaking out of Arima’s hold.

He coughed, his body welcoming fresh air as Arima stopped his thrusts, slowing as he watched Kaneki suck in air through his bruising throat. Arima pulled out after a moment, flipping Kaneki onto his back without much thought. Kaneki’s hard cock slapped up against his stomach, aching with pre-cum, desperate for stimulation. Arima paid it no heed as he grabbed Kaneki’s legs, placing them over his shoulders as he plunged himself inside again. Kaneki moaned, hard, as Arima’s hand came up to his neck again, pinning him into the bed.

Kaneki bit out a wail before the elder man crushed his hand around his throat. Arima would never treat Haise like this, Kaneki knew. Even when he was a mindless prisoner, Arima treated him gentler than this. Was this his punishment? Was this his consequence for knowing? Was Arima going to kill him after he had his fun? He tried not to think about it as he crept his hand down his front, grabbing his thick cock and stroking it, moaning at the sensations. The pressure against his throat was hard, but thankfully Arima wasn’t strangling him, only pressuring his neck enough that his head grew dizzy. His body was desperately searching for air, for pleasure, for freedom from this hell he had woken to find himself in this morning.

Arima’s thrust continued to get harder, and Kaneki simply relented entirely to the feelings, his insides willingly expecting the tough intrusion, despite the pain in his hole from the rough treatment. He was gasping for air, his hand rapidly stroking his cock as he felt himself grow closer to cumming, feeling a strange wetness inside as he knew Arima was too. Suddenly, without much warning Kaneki felt a warmness inside, as Arima quit his thrusting with a final deep push, shoving his cock deep inside of Kaneki as he came, uncaring for Kaneki’s curses about the lack of a condom. He squeezed his hand down tighter, fully severing Kaneki of any oxygen. The boy writhed on the bed, one of his hands coming to claw at Arima’s, as even now his other hand continued to pleasure himself.

Kaneki followed shortly after, rubbing one out on his stomach, a thick line shooting over his stomach. He moaned, when Arima pulled out, his legs dropping to the mattress, feeling used and exhausted. His
hands curled up on his chest as he curled over, burying himself in the soft blankets underneath him as he gasped for fresh air. One of his hands came up to hold at his throat, gently stroking the sore area. He felt a few tears drop from his eyes. Why? He wasn’t all that sure. And then it hit.

He missed being Haise. He didn't want this with Arima. He didn't want the violence and the sex and the aggression. He wanted the exchanging of books and the gentle conversations, the rare soft touches. He laid in that bed for who know how long, as Arima wandered around the room, on call with one of his bosses.

“Haise is gone. It’s just Kaneki now. Yes, I know you want to talk to him but… He’s gone mad. Delusional. Everything he says is a lie. It’s true sir. He keeps making up stories. Don’t listen to a word he says.”

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Kaneki slinked into Arima’s office, locking the heavy wooden door behind him. He pressed his palms flat on the wood, breathing in heavily as he glanced up, eyeing Arima, sitting at his desk. He was writing up some reports, glasses half way down his nose and his hand rhythmically skirting along the papers. He didn't so much as glance up when Kaneki walked in, wearing Haises CCG uniform and feeling like a stranger in his own skin. It had been a long few months since he had remembered, and it had been a fair bit too long spent in cochlea.

Since Arima had revealed that he had regained his memory, it had been quite the rough patch. No investigator wanted to interact with him, no one trusted him on the field, and Arima had told them all he was mad. Which,technically he was, seeing how it only took a few days of being stuck in the chateau without the quinx for him to try an escape, fighting with a few doves before being locked up in cochlea. The quinx… It was true that Urie already hated him, but now it was the other as well. Maybe not hatred, but at least fear. He couldn't even make eye contact with Saiko in the halls anymore without her squealing and walking the other way.

He sighed, running a hand through his brittle white hair as he hesitantly sat down in the chair opposite to Arima's desk. Once more, the man didn't look up, viewing Kaneki as about as important as the paperwork on his desk. Arima had essentially become his handler, once the workers in cochlea deemed him calm enough to go out again. They weren't going to lose such a useful asset, no, they had to find some way to still make the most of the investigator they had created from the ground up. The solution was to stick him with Arima once again. The quinx lived in the chateau by themselves, and Kaneki with Arima. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, with Arima often staying to himself and leaving Kanbeki to his own devices, but occasionally they would come together, and Kaneki’s burning hatred would swap with desire and he would find himself shoved against the nearest surface.

Arima was in total control of him, whether he liked it or not. He lived by Arima’s schedule, he fed by Arima’s schedule, he fucked by Arima’s schedule. He slumped down in his chair, watching as Arima just now glanced up.

“Is something the matter, Kaneki?” He asked, placing his papers to the side and resting his chin on joined hands. Kaneki blinked, shifting in his seat, his lower back still in pain from last night. He shook his head crossing his arms. In truth, there was a problem. He felt… wrong. When he was younger, he had always followed Hide around like a lost puppy, following his teachers orders and his mothers. As he got older, he did as others said, obeyed without question. When he was older, he did the same thing, however he was also reading his own people, the anti aogiri group, then the quinx. Now he had nothing. His mind had gotten too used to the duality. He still wasn't used to living solely by one person's command.

Even though he had shook his head, his mouth opened and he spilled all that he was feeling, the words tumbling out like a broken dam he had no way of stopping. Arima listened, though he didn't seem all that shocked. Or all that anything really. The man was a total brick wall.

“So what I’m hearing is that you’re out of practice. You don’t remember how to submit as easily as you used to?” Arima asked, sitting back in his chair. Kaneki looked away and nodded.

“Well that won’t do,” Arima started, eyeing Kaneki like a slab of meat. Kaneki shivered, knowing where this was going. “Come here.”

Immediately Kaneki felt a question on his lips, but he had a feeling that was what Arima wanted to fuck out of him. So he stood, walking around the desk and standing in front of Arima. The man looked him up and down, before swivelling in his chair so he was facing Kaneki. He opened his legs just slightly and reached a hand out to Kaneki, tucking it behind his back as he encouraged him forwards.

“Sit.”

And Kaneki did. Knees digging into the back of the chair, crotch planted above Arima’s mouth on his throat, sucking and biting at the skin of his exposed collar, while Arima ran his hands down his back, cupping his arse and pressing him into his crotch. Arima grabbed Kaneki by the base of his chin, pulling his mouth from his skin and held him off, looking up at the younger.

“You locked the door behind you, right?” He asked, thumbing Kaneki’s cheek. The other one frowned.

“How stupid do you think I am?” He leant down and kissed Arima again, running his hands down the man’s chest and feeling the strong muscles underneath. He bit at the bottom of Arima’s lip, tugging at it, before the man had hands in Kaneki’s hair, tugging him off.

“No biting. Remember where you stand, Kaneki,” he said, before he raised a hand to Kaneki’s mouth. He forced two of the digits in, pressing down on Kaneki’s tongue and forcing his jaw to open wide. Kaneki resisted the urge to chomp down as his boss rubbed their fingers across the flat of his tongue. For a terrifying moment, Kaneki dared more. He shut his mouth, sucking on the fingers instead of letting Arima finger fuck his mouth. He got a hand in his hair, tugging his skull back, hard. Kaneki opened his mouth with a yelp as Arima yanked his head back, pulling at the strands of hair.

“You presume too much Kaneki. You’re mine, remember?” Kaneki felt the urge to gnash his teeth, but he paused, holding back any snarky comments that wanted to spurt from his mouth.He grimaced as Arima let his hair go, one of his hands coming up to feel for blood. There was. Arima had seriously yanked out parts of his hair. What the fuck.

Before Kaneki had the chance to respond, he felt a hand slide down the back of his pants. He straightened his back, leaning in further to Arima as a barley moistened finger played at his hole. He looked down in shock.

“That’s not enough-”

“Actions have consequences Kaneki.” The two exchanged eye contact, Kaneki quivering in Arima’s lap, his cock starting to twitch.

“This should be second nature to you. Do as I say, or else,” the man muttered as he thrust his finger in. Kaneki winced, his hole still sore from their previous escapade the night before. Kaneki huffed, gently tucking his head into the side of Arima’s neck, leaning on him as he let the man open him wider. He had gotten used to the sensations by now, and knew they would pass, as all things did. He shut his eyes, trying to relax into the firm hold Arima had around him, the strong hand on his back. He felt the man rub against his prostate and he moaned, pulling Arima’s collar down to kiss at it.

He winced when Arima inserted a second, the fingers far too dry to properly assist. Still, instead of protesting, he bit his tongue, wrapping his arms around Arima’s back and holding on tightly, feeling his legs start to shake. His cock twitched, hard now, desperate for friction and caught in his stupid work pants.

“A-Arima?” He breathed out, pulling his head back from the powerful man, looking down in to his eyes. “Am I allowed to… give myself friction?” He asked, flushing at the question. This is the kind of thing where he should just go with it, but Arima was adamant on teaching him a lesson. There was almost a smile on his lips for a moment as he nodded.

“Only because you asked.”

Kaneki ground down on Arima’s cock, moaning at the feeling before he bit his lip, keeping his mouth shut. The walls were reasonably soundproof, but there was no need to test it. Arima continued opening him wider, three fingers playing with insides as he kept rubbing against Arima’s strong erection, feeling incredibly horny, desperate for more. His mouth found Arima’s shoulder, and he breathed against it, wanting to bite but knowing he couldn't. Instead he brought his own arm up, biting into his wrist. He tasted the blood and felt the warm pour of liquid down his arm. Arima seemed unperturbed. After a long moment,Arima split his fingers from Kaneki, and the younger boy slumped against him, before he was suddenly picked up.

He made a confused sound before Arima sat him down against the desk, pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles.

“Lat down.” Arima ordered, and Kaneki complied, his clothed back meeting the cold wood of Arima’s desk. He shivered, feeling Arima eyeing him. “Lift up your legs.”

Kaneki did as he was asked, and watched as Arima stepped through the gap, resting Kaneki’s legs on his hips, pants still connecting his legs behind Arima. He placed his hands on the desk as he lined himself up with Kaneki’s hole, his dick poking through the zipper of his pants, hard and heavy. Kaneki gulped as the man thrust in with no warning. Kaneki gasped, feeling pain in his lower half that was quickly eroded away by the shock of pleasure. He gripped onto to edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white as he was fucked hard and fast. A thought flashed through his head. He wanted, no, needed to hold onto Arima. His hand raised up to grab him but was grabbed at the wrist and slammed down to his side. Kaneki hissed.

“You don't do anything unless I tell you, understand?” He said, his voice thick with lust and gruff with palpable distaste for Kaneki's antics. The younger snarled as Arima started thrusting himself inside harder, roughly shoving his cock deep inside of Kaneki, touching his deepest parts and stretching the small opening wider. Arima grunted, his hands holding on to the opposite edge of the desk, using it as leverage to pull himself forwards with each thrust. Kaneki's hands scrambled to clutch back on to his eye of the desk, his body being shoved forwards with every push, the wood of the desk cutting into his hands as he clutched on, hard.

Kaneki groaned as Arima fucked him hard, feeling the rough grain of the desk underneath his back and thinking about the way it would have him all cut up if he were human, if he were shirtless. He wanted so badly to grab onto Arima's back, hold on to a (regrettably) trusted figure. He yearned for that closeness, anything to lead his brain away from the glaring fact of his weakness, his submissiveness, his obedience. Even now as he wanted to move with autonomy, he held onto the desk and let Arima have his way, following his orders like a lapdog.

Arima’s cock brushed against his prostate with every thrust, his own cock red and hard, leaking against his stomach as he wanted so badly to release. Arima looked down at him, pushing into him so hard Kaneki swore if he was a human he’d be dead, from the sheer impact of his body slamming against his, the heavy balls smacking against his arse, the rough cock deep inside his walls. He bit onto his lip to hide the loud moans begging to be freed. Arima himself was almost silent, aside from a few puffs and groans. Kaneki started to cry, a few small tears dropping from his eyes as one of his hands itched to grab his cock and jerk himself off.

“Don’t even think about it,” Arima grunted, noting the desperate look on Kaneki’s face and making his assumptions. Kaneki whined.

“P-please Arima-”

“Sir.”

“Please sir, I need it please!” He begged, feeling his aching cock swell, his own end coming closer, his cock still untouched and needy. He groaned, feeling the unbearable pleasure build.

“No.”

Arima watched as Kaneki came undone, losing himself in the harsh fucking. His dick twitched as it emptied its seed onto his stomach, a few parts of Kaneki’s shirt becoming dirtied. Arina frowned. He kept thrusting into the boy, feeling his own ending soon, uncaring for Kaneki's overstimulated sobs. The boy had a lesson to learn. He pulled his cock out and slid it on the top of Kaneki's chest as he pushed their shirt back, coming into his pale white skin. The boy was panting, eyes dazed as he layed on Arima’s desk, thoroughly fucked.

Arima took his cock off the boy's stomach, looking down and noting a few drops of blood on the floor beneath them. Maybe he had been too rough. Kaneki was a far more gentle creature than he would have hoped. He took out a few tissues from the box near Kaneki’s head, and started wiping his stomach clean, as well as removing the cum from his shirt, hopefully preventing a stain. Kaneki remained huffing and puffing as he let Arima clean him, whining at the contact. Arima helped him sit up, helped him back into his pants and did up his fly, making sure Kaneki looked presentable. He looked far from it.

“Stay in my office for the rest of the day, Kaneki.” He ordered. “You can help me do my reports.”

Kaneki nodded.

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Kaneki groaned into the kiss, hands smoothing down the back of Tsukiyama’s hair, resisting the urge to tug it all out of place and run his fingers through the slicked down strands. Tsukiyama forced the kiss back with even more passion, hands on Kaneki’s hips and pushing him down, his legs a perfect base for Kaneki to sit on. They were planted in the back of Tsukiyama’s limo, ignoring the driver in the front, and making out despite having been parked out the front of the event for at least five minutes. Though Kaneki wanted nothing more than to continue, he pulled away.

“We have to go in now,” he mumbled against Tsukiyama’s lips, looking down into vibrant viridian eyes. Tsukiyama just smiled, and pressed his lips against Kaneki’s once again.

“Must we? These events are so dreadfully boring,” he purred against Kaneki’s skin, kissing the corner of his mouth and trailing the soft kisses towards his ear, where he nibbled at the lobe, his hand coming up to lightly tug at Kaneki’s more messy white locks. Kaneki pulled his head away with a huff.

“You’re the one who invited me,” he mumbled.

“Yes well,” Tsukiyama started, looking at the pouty lips of his lover and wanting to take them into his own lips, kiss him, bite him, suck him, fuck him. “I wasn’t going to deal with this alone, besides, I can’t have a secret boyfriend forever, I have to reveal you to my world eventually, no?”He kissed Kaneki again, on the neck, sucking at the skin and getting a shocked gasp from the younger. Tsukiyama laughed when Kaneki pushed his head away by the forehead.

“Tsukiyama, quit it-.”

“Ah, but you’re too beautiful to quit mon cheri.”

Kaneki flushed.

“Quit being cheesy.”

Soon they were out of the limo, quickly adjusting each other to make sure they were presentable. Tsukiyama was wearing a dark purple, almost black suit. It was finely tailored, made for him specifically. The cuffs were a lighter purple that matched his hair, with fine details in red string making intricate patterns. The buttons on his outfit were the same purple, leading up to the large v-neck. The shirt he wore under was red, with a purple tie over the top. He had clean, yet simple shoes, just underneath a plain pinstripe pattern on his suit pants. His hair was combed neatly into place, gelled back so it wouldn't come undone. Each aspect of his outfit screamed ‘rich model’ further accentuated by his high cheekbones, well carved face and stunning hair and eye.

Kaneki looked down at himself and grimaced. He was wearing a plain black suit, no intricate details or pinstripes. His wasn’t as neatly done up either, with an open blazer showing a plain black suit vest, over the top of a white shirt. His simple dress shoes were cleaned, his outfit proper, wearing black gloves on his hands. He disliked the outfit. He wasn’t a huge fan of seeing himself in formal outfits, and he felt as though he was masquerading as someone else. He huffed, blowing a stray strand of hair from his eyes. He hadn’t properly done his hair, letting it have more of a natural look.

Tsukiyama tsked.

“That won’t do mon amour,” he muttered, reaching behind Kaneki to the back seat of the car, where he pulled a tube of gel. Kaneki shook his head, but was quickly seized by Tsukiyama, who smoothed his hair down at the front, giving him a slicked back look. Tsukiyama hummed.

“That’s the look.” And it was true, Tsukiyama thought. With the slicked back hair, the eyepatch, the more casually shaped suit design… Kaneki looked quite fine in his opinion. Oh how he wanted to ravish him, to pin him against the side of the car and undo every button on his outfit, pull apart the gelled down hair and fuck him util he was so dishevelled he couldn't even remember how put together Kaneki appeared just now. Tsukiyama licked his lips and watched as Kaneki turned a brilliant shade of red, uncomfortable with attention. He pushed past him and started walking towards the gated steps, gesturing towards the high end building behind them.

“Are we going or not?”

Tsukiyama had been invited to a high-end party for business brokers and related family members, as well as the customary plus one rule. Essentially, it was a big party of rich people flirting with each other and trying to marry their children in order to establish family ties. In other words, it was an area way out of Kaneki’s expertise. He was already awkward as it was, he didn't want to embarrass Tsukiyama and his family just by being here. Besides, he couldn't even fathom this amount of wealth. His mother had been… broke. As they wandered up the long amount of steps in the beautiful gardens, arm in arm, Kaneki couldn't help feeling dwarfed in the face of it all. He paused, scuffing his feet on the ground and looking at the grand mansion ahead of them.

“What’s wrong Kaneki,” Tsukiyama asked, looking down at his love. Kaneki huffed.

“This is out of my comfort zone.” He admitted, looking up at Tsukiyama as he clutched on the their arm tighter. “I don’t know what to do, and I don’t want to embarrass you or your family.” The rest of the Tsukiyama’s were already inside, waiting for Kaneki and Tsukiyama to show up. The taller man chuckled.

“Oh Kaneki, have no fear,” he began, as he gently started tugging Kaneki along the final steps. “Most folk here are quite… eccentric. If anything, you’ll be embarrassed by them. People of my status oft time marry and interact only with others of such status. It leads to a, eh, cultural divide, we could say. They don’t have regular fears, hence why billionaires are often so… unique.”

“What, like you.”

“Yes.”

He was right. As they stepped into the large room, Kaneki found his jaw almost dropping. Women in large dresses, puffed sleeves and intricate lace flitted around the centre of the room where they were dancing. Men in borderline army general suits from the sixteen hundreds joined them, or spoke to each other as if old friends, kissing each other on the cheek with as much passion as lovers and seeing nothing odd about that. There were tables upon tables of untouched high ended foods, quails and caviar remained untouched as twig skinny models waltzed about signing contracts and business deals. A few stray people hovered off to the side, in simpler suits, and Kaneki immediately spotted that they were the plus ones, who had been dragged along as Kaneki had.

Tsukiyama laughed at Kaneki’s face.

“I warned you.”

Tsukiyama brought Kaneki over towards his father, who was in a bright purple tux. Kaneki was barely following along most of the conversations, nodding and smiling as a few women came over in a large huddle.

“Tsuki!” Cried out a plump older woman. She kissed him on both cheeks. Kaneki had to step away from her massive dress, a few puffs too large in his opinion. She looked like Marie Antoinette. Honestly, it was no wonder the peasants revolted. Kaneki felt the urge to start chopping the heads off of half the people in this room. There was such a thing as too far when it came out illustrious displays of wealth.

The woman embarrassed Tsukiyama in a hug and squeezed him tightly, before she looked down and noticed Kaneki. She squealed.

“Tsukiyama you scoundrel! So the rumours are true, this little birdy catch your interest eh?” She asked as she enveloped Kaneki in a hug. He tensed as she kissed his cheeks and Tsukiyama laughed.

“Ah yes. Kaneki this is Yuumi, an old friend, and Yuumi this is Kaneki, my boyfriend.”

Yuumi pulled back from littering Kaneki’s face in kisses, before she laughed.

“Oh dear, I’ve smudged lipstick on your little paramour,” she said while covering her mouth with her hands. Kaneki blushed, and raised a hand to wipe where he could feel red staining his face. Tsukiyama placed a hand on his shoulder as he turned Kaneki around, looking at his face with a smile. The woman cooed.

“The bathrooms are down the hall Tsuki, large enough for two.” With a wink, the woman danced away. Kaneki wrinkled his nose as he looked down at the lipstick on his hands. Tsukiyama laughed again.

“Alright, let’s clean you up before Yuumi’s mother catches you. You don’t want her white lipstick on there as well.”

Kaneki was quickly spirited away to the bathrooms, where Tsukiyama locked them in. Kaneki started wiping his face clean when he felt Tsukiyama’s hands on his hips. He looked up at the man standing behind him, and gasped when he felt the erection pressed against his back.

“Tsukiyama!” He gasped, whirling around. Tsukiyama laughed, before pinning Kaneki to the basin, making out with him furiously. Kaneki relented in moments, hand clawing at Tsukiyama's back as their lips danced with each other, tugging and biting and licking. They broke apart with a huff.

“How long have you been hiding that Tsukiyama,” he muttered, hands around Tsukiyama’s neck. The tall man smiled, kissing Kaneki’s lips.

“The minute I saw your face flushed and hot, while wearing such a dashing outfit.” Kaneki smiled, as he glanced towards the door.

“Tell me, when Yuumi said the bathrooms were large enough for two…” He trailed off, leaning his hands on the sink as he looked up. Tsukiyama had a wicked glimmer in his eyes.

“As I was saying before, our notions of what's appropriate are quite different. I may be wrong but I do believe Yuumi is throwing an after party at her house later. A nude one.”

Tsukiyama kissed Kaneki again, pressing deeply as he pushed Kaneki’s hips into his. Kaneki stuttered at the sudden friction sending a jolt of pleasure up his fine. He felt Tsukiyam’s erection against his lower stomach, and decided he needed to help out. He removed his glove from one hand as he kissed Tsukiyama, slipping his hand down the front of Tsukiyama’s pants, undoing the zipper and button.The man gasped as Kaneki curled his hands around him, pulling the erection free from his boxers. He broke the kiss and smiled up at Tsukiyama as he started to jerk him off, feeling Tsukiyama’s hips canter into his hand with each rub.

Tsukiyama suddenly stepped a leg closer, his upper thigh brushing into Kaneki’s growing erection. He gasped, pausing in his motions before he raised his hand up to his mouth. He went to lick his hand, but Tsukiyamam grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand towards Tsukiyama’s mouth. He licked along the crease of his palm, feeling Kaneki shiver under his touch. He closed his eyes at the salty taste of Kaneki’s skin.He pressed gentle kisses into his palm as he thrust his knee forwards, watching Kaneki throw his head back with a gasp.

Kaneki pulled away and took Tsukiyama’s member into his hands once more, jerking him off faster with the added lubrication. He spun his hands around the man's cock, thumbing the tip and smearing precum around his head. Tsukiyama sighed, one of his hands trailing from Kaneki’s hips to his pants, where he felt Kaneki was hard now. He started to remove Kaneki from his clothes, pulling the hard cock from its boxers. Kaneki moaned as Tsukiyama started jerking him off as well. Both of them were stroking each other, lips kissing the others face and neck and lips,

“God I want to tear those clothes off you,” Tsukiyama growled, looking at Kaneki as he stimulated him. One hand on the basin, one on Tsukiyama's cock. His pale white hair slicked back over his red and flustered face, a few smudges of lipstick remaining. Tsukiyama liked to pretend it was from his lips. Perhaps he should experiment with makeup later. He dashed the thought from his head as he heard Kaneki moan, a sharp tug on his cock eliciting the response. He tilted his head back with his eyes shut, giving Tsukiyama an excellent view of his creamy pale throat, just barely covered by his collar and blazer. He wanted to sink his teeth into it.

Tsukiyama bit his lip as he suddenly pressed Kaneki further back over the sink. The smaller man made a startled noise, before he saw Tsukiyama pull a tissue from his pocket. Tsukiyama pulled his hand from Kaneki’s cock and pushed his clothes further up his chest, exposing the flat surface of Kaneki’s stomach. Kaneki yelped as Tsukiyama grabbed his legs, pulling them beside his upper thighs. Kaneki was laying over the sink now, as Tsukiyama lined his cock next to Kaneki’s. He held the tissue in his hand on the basin, and used his other hand to stimulate both their cocks, as Tsukiyama started thrusting against Kaneki’s cock, gliding over the smooth stomach.

Kaneki groaned, hands over Tsukiyama’s shoulders as the man lent down and started kissing his upper neck and jawline. Kaneki sighed and let the man stimulate them together, feeling he rough feeling of Tsukiyama's palm, paired with the rhythmic movement of the cock beside it. He felt Tsukiyama twitch, and knew it wouldn't be long for either of them. He felt a warmth building up in his stomach, a heavy feeling in his balls and cock as they begged for release. He watched as Tsukiyama brought the tissue up and grunted, fucking into the tissue suddenly as he came. Without hesitation, he pulled Kaneki off the sink and dropped to his knees.

He dropped the tissue somewhere on the floor, and Kaneki gasped as Tsukiyama took him into his mouth, licking long stripes up his cock. He groaned at the stimulation, Tsukiyama’s hand slinking into his slightly lowered pants to play with his balls. Kaneki groaned, digging his fingers into the back of Tsukiyama's hair, being careful not to disturb them. He felt Tsukoyama bob on his cock, and he grew closer and closer with every sensation of his cock pressing against the back of Tsuiyama’s throat. Without warning he came and Tsukiyama groaned, the man no doubt enjoyed the flavour.

Kaneki’s legs felt weak as he slid down to join Tsukiyama on the floor, both of them dishevelled. They laughed as they met each other with a kiss, running their hands over each other, their bodies and hair and faces, kisses covering the parts their hands didn't touch. Tsukiyama threaded his hands though Kaneki’s hair, tugging at the gelled strands. Kaneki hummed into the kiss, his eyelids heavy as his body relaxed after his orgasm. He could taste himself on Tsukiyama’s lips, the man having swallowed every last drop. Kaneki shivered as he stood, turning to face himself in the mirror.

“You fucked up my hair.”

After they left the bathroom, Kaneki’s hair notably spiked, Yuumi sent them a wink and a lewd gesture, involving her tongue, cheek and hand.

Kaneki insisted they leave.

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“Haise.” The boy looked up from his desk, a guilty look on his face as his eyes met Arima’s. He gulped. “My office.”

Arima slinked off after that. The rest of the office were all not so subtly trying to stare now, to try and glimpse the mysterious new coworker and most feared investigator interact. Each exchanged glances as they watched Hiase hunch over, gathering his things as he started to move. None of them really knew what had happened to their new coworker to incur Arima’s wrath. But then again, they knew very little of their new coworker. Only that he had showed up on Arima;s right hand side one day, and hadn't left since. He was flying up the ranks, and it had only been a few months. Apparently he was a member of the illusive quinx squad, the experiments.

No one knew where he had come from, or who he was. All they knew was that he often stuck to Arima like glue, along with investigator Mado. The rumours surrounding Haise were… flavourful. Some claimed he was Mado and Arima’s love child, others that he was secretly a dangerous ghoul, some said that he was Arima’s paramour, others that he was a lost brother. Either way, he was strong and mysterious. So watching Arima call him to his office, seemingly unprovoked, was interesting indeed.

They watched as Arima walked over to stand in front of Haise, the boy looking up with those big grey eyes that had made him the office crush for a few too many. Arima had looked down at the boy with an air of annoyance almost, disappointment maybe? Haise certainly reflected that, with his guilty shrugged shoulders and downcast looks of shame. Was it a father scolding a child, or a lover spat? No one really knew as they watched Haise depart after Arima, the smaller following the footsteps of the large man. After a few minutes of chatter regarding the situation, each worker slowly retreated back to their paperworks and phone calls, trying to pray that someone happened to be standing outside of Arima’s office, eavesdropping in their place.

Haise shut the door behind him, flicking it locked. Arima always wanted the door locked, for whatever reason. He spun to face the man, who was leaning back on his desk, looking at Haise through his glasses, seemingly seeing directly into Haise’s soul, however small it may be. Haise swallowed nervously, and walked further towards Arima. He stood a few metres away as he heard the man sigh.

“I heard about the mission, Haise.” The younger boy looked to the ground. Arima pushed off the edge of the desk and walked forwards, standing closer towards Haise. The boy shivered, feeling Arima looking down at him. “Is it true? Did you let a ghoul go?” Haise wanted to bite his tongue, he really did, but it spilled out.

“Of course I did!” He yelled, tears starting to prick at his eyes. “They were just a kid, no one told me they were a kid!” He looked up at Arima with an almost betrayed expression, he gasped and covered his mouth. He didn't mean to speak against them, let alone yell. At Arima! Of all people. God how can you be so stupid, Haise thought to himself as he nervously shuffled on his feet, looking down at the floor. He watched Arim’s shoes move closer, as the man took a large step. They were almost touching now, the man looming over him.

“Haise.” The man started, grabbing the younger by his shoulder. Haise it his lip. “You can’t do that. You don’t get to choose if ghouls live or die. It’s not your right. The very few rights you do have are only thanks to me, and concealing that diet of yours. You know that.” Haise looked at Arima’s hand on his arm, enjoying the comforting contact. Before he knew what he was doing, he stepped forward into Arima’s chest, smothering his face in the broad expanse of his shirt. Arima huffed, lifting his arms away from Haise, as if unsure how to proceed with a hug.

He was shoved away. Haise brought his hands together, startled as Arima grabbed his arm again, hard this time. He squeezed down and Haise hissed through his teeth as Arima bent down to scold him.

“You’ll get no sympathy from me. You don’t understand how easily I could reveal what you are to the others here, or the quinx you love so much, do you?” Arima murmured, locking his eyes onto the frightened wide ones of the younger figure, who hastily tried to pull from Arima’s grasp. He sucked in a shaky breath as he was yanked into a hug by Arima, though it wasn’t as innocent as the one before. Arima’s arms wrapped around his back, holding him tight against him, threatening him.

“Maybe I should let them know what you are. You seem to enjoy being around them, perhaps I’ve been too generous with you-”

“No! No! Please,” Haise cried out against Arima’s chest, crawling his hands up in between them to push on Arima’s chest so he could lean away. He looked up at his hand;er and blinked tearily. “Please don’t tell them what I am. I swear I’ll be harsher…” He mumbled, before he relaxed into Arima’s firm grip, sighing against his chest as he tried to reach whatever form of emotion Arima had buried deep down. It was a cheap ploy but he was getting desperate. Haise felt a hand curl under his chin and he lent back, as Arima tilted his chin up, looking down at the boy with two toned hair, halfway between a ghoul and a human, yet so far from both.

Without much thought, Arima bent down and kissed him. Haise startled, pulling away for a moment before Arima squeezed harder, holding him against a firm chest as he started pressing his kiss further. Haise managed to pull away, face flushed as he glanced towards the side of the office, trying to look anywhere but Arima’s face, still so close to his.

“Do you want me to tell them?” Arima asked. Haise whipped his head back, feeling Arima’s hand lock around his chin and jaw, holding his head firmly in place. Haise opened his mouth as if to speak, but Arima’s lips were on his, his tongue pushing its way in between Haise’s. Haise groaned as Arima’s hands moved lower, pushing Haise hard against his upper thigh. Haise could feel something poking him through Arima’s pants. The older man pulled away, standing up straight as his hands moved low on Haise’s waist, pushing and pressing them together.

“Because I will. If you won’t follow orders to kill a ghoul, why should I reward you with trust? Show me you still remember how to follow orders, Haise, or else.” The younger gulped, biting the inside of his cheek as Arima pressed them together again. He felt Arima’s semi hard cock against his lower stomach and he almost cooed, feeling its large size rub against him. For a moment, he wondered how it would feel inside of him, but he quickly discarded the thought. This was Arima. They weren’t supposed to be like this.

“B-But sir-” Haise started, stumbling over words he hadn’t yet decided. He blinked a few times, stammering and stuttering, trying to decipher what to do. He didn't want others to know. He never wanted them to know. As long as the quinx thought he was just like them the better things would be for everyone. He had friends, he had trusted companions. And he thought Arima was one of them… “You wouldn’t really, would you?” He asked at last, squirming under Arima's hold.

“Of course I would.”

Arima kissed his neck this time, and Haise didn’t push away. He kissed up and down the expanse of Haise’s neck, sucking on the soft skin and hovering his teeth over the younger’s throat, never biting. Haise shut his eyes as he gradually placed his hands on Arima’s hips, sliding his hands up and down the man’s long torso. The man pulled his lips away and Haise lent forwards instead, kissing Arima in return. He felt sick for a moment when their lips locked by his control, but it soon faded as Arima thrust his hips forwards into Haise's, shocking the boy and sending a sharp spark up his body. Haise felt a small moan slip from his lips, and he quickly smothered it. This was beyond wrong.

Arima grabbed one of his hands and moved it down to his cock, placing Haise’s hand just over his dick. Haise shivered.

“Today you’re going to suck it. Next time you do something stupid, you’re going to take it. Or else I’ll take away that little family of yours with a few words.” Haise slipped his hand down Arima’s pants, rubbing the font of his erection a few times before slipping into his boxers. He shuddered as he wrapped his hand around the large organ, feeling it twitch under his hesitant, virgin strokes. Haise didn’t know if Kaneki was experienced, all he knew was that he wasn’t. He pulled the member from Arima’s pants, letting the heavy thing free from its confines. Haise stared down at the cock in his hands and thought about how it was Arima’s- Of all people!

He felt a hand on the top of his head, and Haise yelped as he was forced onto his knees. He blinked at the cock, suddenly rather close to his face. Arima was looking down at him, the white haired man watching attentively, watching to see if Haise would follow through. He watched as Haise started jerking him again. And he watched as his quinque slowly placed the tip of his cock into their mouth. Arima cupped the back of Haises head firmer, feeling the wet warmth of his mouth as Haise started to bob down.

Haise had a few tears in his eyes as he deep-throated Arima, before pulling back. He tried it a few times, getting a feel for the object's massive size. He found the limit where he would start to gag, and avoided that depth as much as he could as he started jerking off the parts he couldn’t reach, moving his mouth and hand in unison. He was doing this for a reason, Haise told himself. A stupid, selfish reason, but one nonetheless. He had to do this, or else.

He pulled his mouth off, wanking Arima’s hard cock for a few motions before he hesitantly licked a long stripe up the side of Arima’s cock. He heard the man hiss, and took that as he was doing something right. He started adorning the cock in small kisses and licks, before he would take the head of his cock down his throat, hollowing his cheeks and sucking, before he would pop his head off with a swirl of his tongue. He didn't really know what he was doing, merely trying to copy things he had read before. But he had to. Or else.

He winced as Arima suddenly gripped the back of his hair, yanking his head back. Haise opened his mouth with a yelp, and Arima took the opportunity to insert his cock halfway. Haise adjusted himself as fast as he could, trying to find a position where the large cock deep in his throat wouldn’t hurt. He blinked up at Arima with teary eyes. The man must have taken pity on him, because he gestured to his thighs, and Haise’s hands found them, supporting his body. Then Arima thrust further in. He almost gagged as the man’s cock hit the back of his throat, his nose buried in pubic hair as his nose suddenly met Arima’s pubic bone.

He whimpered as the man started fucking his mouth, using the open space like a flesh-light or a hand with little to no regard for his comfortably. He wasn’t gentle either. Haise started sobbing as Arima stretched his mouth open wide, thrusting into him repeatedly. Arima ignored the tears falling, the tightly gripping hand on his thighs begging for it to stop and the sobs around his cock. If anything he liked the vibrations Haise’s please gave him. With each thrust Arima would move Haises head along with it, pushing him in to meet it and off to leave it. With each slam he felt his nose bump Arima’s pelvis, covering the nose in skin and hair and depriving him of oxygen. He barely had time to breath as the man continued his rough pace, groaning as he grew closer and closer.

Arima felt the cum building, ready to let it loose down Haise’s throat. The boy had never looked better, on his knees, crying, moaning and whimpering around Arima’s cock shoved deep inside his body. Arima wished it was up his chubby arse instead, but unfortunately he had no supplies on him. As much as Haise needed to be punished, that was perhaps too cruel. For now. As long as the boy complied with him, he had nothing to worry about. Arima would get what he wanted, so long as Haise remained his. Blackmail went a long way. He moaned as he felt his cock swell, and he heard Haise make a loud sound beneath him.

The salty pre-cum in the back of his throat grew in strength and amounts, when suddenly Arima came, forcing Haise deep onto his cock. The boy struggled to free himself, his oxygen cut off as Arima pressed deep into him, forcing his body to chug large quantities of translucent liquid. The semen stuck to his tongue when Arima let him off. Haise pushed away, falling to the ground as he choked on it. He was crying freely now. Sobbing as he brought his hand to his throat. Arima looked down at him without care.

“Go clean yourself off in the bathroom.”

After a few moments of crying and coughing, Haise complied, walking on shaky legs to the door. He reached for the handle when he felt Arima’s hand on his shoulder.

“Maybe not now. You look dreadful, and you’re hard.” Arima noted, looking the thoroughly fucked out boy over. Haise nodded. Arima sighed as he reached a hand around the boy, pulling him closer into almost a hug.

“I won’t tell them. I know you’ll slip up eventually.”

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Kaneki groaned as he writhed on the bed, arching his back and curling it, trying to relieve some of the immense pain from his lower spine. He hissed through his teeth as he curled into a small ball, feeling the muscles in his back protest at the stretching. His back hurt. A lot. It was in a wild fight with a ghoul where they had torn his kagune limbs from his back. That had been yesterday, and the horrible motley bruising stood as evidence that his back as more than a little fucked up. His lower spine was throbbing in pain, and he was doing everything he could to soothe some of the pain. It wasn’t working much.

Hide cooed beside him, leaning over Kaneki’s back to smooth his bangs down, comforting the usually tough ghoul. Hide had stayed with him, since he hobbled home last night, back torn up and red, face scrunched up in pain and stomach growling. Hide had fed him in bed, taking some packets of meat from the fridge and making Kaneki eat, despite his protests. After staying his hunger, he had fallen asleep like a baby, Hide bundling him up next to him, letting Kaneki sleep comfortably on his side so his back wouldn't touch the bed. When he woke up however, he was disappointed to find his back still hurt. It was certainly less than last night, but god was it awful.

It was just bad enough that it was always in his mind, and just good enough that he could still move around and want to go do things. Hide however had forbidden him from moving out of the bed, insisting it was a lazy day today while Kaneki recovered. So they lunged, and lounged, and lounged. It was late afternoon, and a long day of soft forehead kisses, rolling around and watching stupid anime on Tv was coming to a close. His back had decreased in pain enough that Hide allowed him to take a warm shower.

He sighed at the warm contact, feeling the knelt stream relax his tight and aching muscles. He shut his eyes and let himself relax, feeling the warm water rush hsi troubles and pain away. He came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, stretching his arms above his head as he winced. Hide looked up from where layed stomach down on the bed, looking Kaneki up and down.

“Still hurt like a bitch?” He asked. Kaeki nodded, watching as Hide stood up from the bed. He was wearing some boxers but that was it, his shirt bare and tan. He placed his hands gently on Kaneki’s hips, spinning him around so he could look. He heard Hide wince behind him.

“Fuck that looks bad… you okay?” He asked as he put his head gently on Kaneki’s shoulder. Kaneki hummed, feeling how Hide left a notable gap between their bodies so he wouldn't’ press on the sore area. Kaneki huffed as Hide wrapped his arms around their waist, and he smiled to himself before tilting his head and kissing Hide’s forehead.

“It should be gone by tomorrow. It doesn’t hurt as bad now,” he muttered as he slipped his own hands behind himself, feeling the slightly swollen area. He sighed as he pressed down, feeling how it made the area feel less sore after each touch. Hide noticed.

“Does that make it feel better?” He murmured as he took his head from Kaneki’s shoulder, placing his hands on the flat of Kaneki’s back and gently trailing down the slightly damp skin. Kaneki shuddered, feeling Hide’s hands press down on the injured area, softly pressing.

“God- Yes. Yes it does.” He didn’t even have to be looking at Hide to see the grin. He was spun around again, and Hide kissed him, pressing their lips together as his hands found Kaneki’s waist. Kaneki hummed into the kiss, shutting his eyes and letting his body merlot against Hide’s, enjoying the gentle relaxation. Hide pulled off his lips and mumbled against Kaneki’s soft skin. “Go lay down on your stomach.” Kaneki huffed and kissed Hide again.

“Okay.”

He unlatched himself from Hide, slinking over to the bed as he laid himself down, still in his towel. He crossed his arms and laid his head down to the side over them, sighing as he felt Hide clamour onto the bed behind him. He felt a soft weight on his upper thighs as Hide straddled him. The other boy’s hands were gentle as they glided over his skin, trailing paths up and down Kanekis’ spine before they came to rest on his lower back, and gently push down on the roughly bruised area. Each push gave Kaneki a mildly painful feeling, before they would move and his muscles would relax under the kneading. He felt himself sigh as he sunk into the bed, his mind going numb at the soft ministrations. He heard himself whine in pleasure when Hide ran his hands down in just the right way that had him cooing. He heard Hide chuckle.

“That good huh?” He asked as circle Kaneki’s upper shoulders, dragging his hands down inwards to his spine before they branched out against, pressing on his lower back. Kaneki huffed, feeling his face flush.

“Beyond that good,” he said as he felt Hide’s hands glide along his back. Hide chuckled, adjusting where he sat. Then he paused. All Kaneki heard was the tell-tale huff of a mischievous idea before Hide pressed down on Kaneki, forcing his hips into the bed and brushing his cock into the mattress. Kaneki's breath hitched as he tried not to gasp, hearing Hide chuckle and giggle like a schoolgirl on top of his back. Kaneki’s breath stuttered as he went to turn his head, shocked as Hide ground down on him once again. He felt Hide lean over him, whispering in his ear.

“Is this okay?” Hide asked, his lips pressing against the shell of Kaneki’s ear. He huffed, sinking inot the bed sheets underneath him.

“That depends, what do you have in mind?” He queried as he turned glanced at Hide, his head on his side. The ghoul met the human’s soft smile before he flicked his eyes shut, the human pressing a kiss on the corner of his lips.

“Nothing hard,” he started as he pulled away, sitting up straight on Kaneki’s back as he started massaging Kaneki’s back again, sensually pressing his hands into the tough ghoul flesh, strengthened by rigid muscles that were slowly starting to relax. He drew a small pattern in the skin as his fingers dipped down to Kaneki’s towel, lightly tugging it away from his skin and revealing soft pink beneath it, Kaneki still slightly red from the heat of his relaxing shower. “Not penetrative, just soft… gentle… just for you…”

“Of course,” he mumbled, lifting his head up to get a quick kiss from Hide to confirm consent. He hummed as he laid down, shivering as he laid his chin on his hands, looking forwards at the bed head and pillows in front of him. He sucked in breath as Hide’s hands trailed down his sides, gently lifting his hips from the bed as he removed Kaneki’s towel. Hide lent back over him, pressing soft kisses into his neck, down his spine and lightly making a path down the ridges of his spine while his hands rubbed soothing circles.

Hide’s hands pressed down lightly where Kaneki was injured as he sat up straight again, leaning over Kaneki’s body to get to the bedside table. Kaneki hummed in confusion, looking up at Hide with a question. Hide grabbed lube from the first draw, smiling as he pressed a kiss to Kaneki’s lips.

“Trust me,” he said as he shuffled further down Kaneki, sitting gently on his calves, hands moving from his lower back down to cup his arse. Kaneki shivered, feeling his cock grow harder against the mattress and Hide’s ministrations. He almost purred as Hide leaned back up, sucking at the soft skin of Kaneki’s lower back as he kissed lower and lower. He shivered as Hide pulled his cheeks apart, the blonde continuing his sinful kisses down to Kaneki’s pink rim. The smaller one let out a breathy moan, tensing as they felt a lick of Hide's tongue around the sensitive area. He heard Hide make shh, noises.

“Relax Kaneki, that’s the idea of this, okay?” He murmured, before he licked Kaneki’s hole again, lightly pressing his tongue into the thick rim of muscle. Kaneki moaned at the intrusive feeling, his cock twitching underneath him as he felt the urge to buck into the sheets. He breathed in deeply, trying to calm his quaking muscles as he felt his back start to hurt at his sudden clenching of muscles. Calm… calm down… relax… One of Hide’s palms cupped his cheek and held him open while he continued to tongue his hole, while the other one ran comforting circles down the flat of Kaneki’s back. Kaneki shut his eyes and sighed, allowing his body to relax once more.

He felt Hide’s tongue move deeper inside of him, the relaxing of his muscles allowing for easier entry. He whined when he felt Hide slip a finger inside of him along with the tongue, grabbing at the headboard while he smothered his face in the sheets. He could feel his legs shaking as pleasure coarse through his body. He kept reminding himself to relax, as Hide’s massaging hand had been removed. He huffed as the finger and tongue was removed. He blinked his eyes open in confusion, when he felt Hide shuffle over the top of him.

“Would it hurt if you laid on your back?” He asked, his hands gently pressing down on the still bruised area. Kaneki hummed at the contact, wanting more contact in other places.

“I think It’ll be fine, just let me…” He trailed off as he grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, sitting up and sliding it underneath his back. He huffed as a sudden pressure dropped onto his lower back, and for a moment it hurt, before the pain faded. Hide grinned as he finished fixing himself up, before he found his place in between Kaneki’s legs again. His mouth found the skin of Kaneki’s taint, mouthing his way up to his balls and cock, and Kaneki keened, tossing his head back and letting his arms turn to goo on the bed. It felt good. He heard the cap of lube flick off and he shivered as the cold feeling of a moistened finger slid at his entrance. Due to its earlier use, it entered easily, and Hide continued sucking at the skin around his cock before he started kissing gently up the side of the now hard dick.

Kaneki whined, feeling the stimulation from both points, and he shut his eyes. Though his body wanted to tense up with energy and desire, he remained as lax as he could, remembering the soft hands gliding along his back, the gentle kisses. He practically purred when Hide added a second finger, curling them upwards to stroke against his prostate. He squeezed down as his body tried to catch the pleasure, and he heard Hide laugh, his breath against Kaneki's cock. The blonde boy used his spare hand to hold the base of Kaneki’s cock, stroking it gently as his tongue licked along Kaneki’s slit. Kaneki sighed, relaxing on top of the pillow and the mattress, forgetting all about the dull ache in his back.

Hide’s fingers were gently working inside of him, stretching him open and scissoring him, not for the sake of making room but rather for the simple pleasure. Kaneki buried his face in his armpit, his arms both high above his head, pressing flat against the cool of the headboard, a point of grounding. His eyes were shut as he let his mind wander, focusing on the feelings of it all. He moaned when Hide started rubbing against his prostate continually, his mouth opening to start sucking on Kaneki’s cock, the hard member being accepted into the wet heat. His back arched over the pillow as his feet dug into the edge of the bed, pressing him off as pleasure shot hard and fast through his body. His cock started to ache, his balls growing heavy at Hide’s pleasurable actions.

Hide started kissing the flat of Kaneki’s stomach as his hand jerked him, the other hand still toying with Kaneki’s insides, stretching the whole open further. Hide chuckled against his skin.

“Wow, you’re so open, Kaneki…” he murmured as he pulled back to look at Kaneki’s hole as his fingers scissored him open, showing how far Kaneki was stretched. The ghoul flushed, huffing as he wanted contact on his cock again. He heard Hide laugh at his notable thrust upwards. The human had his mouth around Kaneki’s cock again, sinking lower and using his hands to jerk the spaces he couldn’t touch. Kaneki was panting, feeling a third finger split inside of him, easily welcomed by the sheer relaxation of his muscles. How he was open, and pliant and vulnerable-

He felt his heat pool in his gut, the end coming closer with each long stripe up his cock and rub against his prostate. Hide pulled his head off his dick, his thumb coming up to rub on the tip of his cock, toying with the leaking opening. He swirled his thumb around the head, just as he curled his fingers up into Kaneki’s prostate. He lost it.

He jerked his hips up as he came, feeling Hide’s hand on his cock gently coax him through it, the fingers inside of him slowly leaving. He moaned as his eyes flicked open, seeing the cum fall down onto his chest, the long white strands sticking to his skin. He purred as Hide crawled over him, before dropping down, uncaring for the cum. He buried his head on Kaneki’s chest, listening to the slow heartbeat of his calm and pleasured boyfriend.

“Do you want me to-”

“This is for you right now Kaneki, don’t even think about it.” Hide cut him off, nuzzling his head into Kaneki’s chest. Kaneki huffed, sliding the pillow out from underneath him as he curled onto his side, wrapping his arms around Hide and cuddling close. Hide gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead and Kaneki smiled.

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“The ghoul is a hermaphrodite.”

Amon blinked, startled not only by Arima Kishou appearing at his desk, but also by the words he spoke, slowly starting to reach Amon’s ears.

“P-Pardon?” He stuttered, looking up at his superior with a look of utter confusion. The night was late and it was only them in the office. Arima was looking down at him with mild interest.

“Come with me.”

Amon then proceeded to find himself in a car, next to Arima fucking Kishou, driving to cochlea, where he had been spending much too much time in his opinion. Unfortunately, that was how it was for him, thanks to his new ghoul ownership. After beating centipede in Kanou's lab, he had taken property of the ghoul, and kept them in cochlea, as was company standards. The ghoul was despondent however, often refusing to communicate, being aggressive, or other times just plain mad. Luckily, it seemed to accept Amon’s presence most of the time, and allowed the man to get closer to him than others. That was the only way they managed to get close to it, in order to force the food it so desperately wanted to refuse.

That was why he was in the car with Arima now. He had more of a calming presence on the ghoul, and they needed to get close to it in order to… experiment. Arima had explained along the way. The ghoul was a hermaphrodite, meaning both male and female by all technicalities. They had figured out the kakuja’s nature as a half ghoul, and determined the process it underwent, likely affected its body as well. When exchanging organs, it seemed the doctor had a few more mad ideas he wanted to try. That left the ghoul with disturbing anatomy. Though it only had one hole, similar to a human mouth. However, it diverges, similar to a human trachea and oesophagus. The ghouls organs split from intestines to a small opening towards the uterus the ghoul has.

They only discovered it after knocking Centipede unconscious and performing some of their tests on it. Amon felt sick to his stomach knowing someone has played the hand of god to that degree. Still, he felt even more sick knowing why Arima was going with him. Would there ever be a stronger creature than a child from a half kakuju and Arima Kishou? It was unlikely. Besides, they had to test whether the uterus was functional.

Amon felt strange walking into the ghoul’s cell, with the death god by his side, cameras shut off from higher up orders. He swallowed as Arima shoved him forwards. The ghoul was in its usual corner, head buried in its chest as it tried to ignore him, knees to its chest. As it caught his scent, and the scent of a stranger, it looked up. Centipede wasn’t an ugly creature, and Amon could certainly see attributes that would be considered female. He approached the ghoul carefully, kneeling down in front of it. The ghoul made no sounds of alarm, instead watching Arima in the corner.

“Hey centipede…” Amon started, feeling a blush rise on his cheeks. How do you tell a creature it’s about to be forced into intercourse to test the validity of its experimental reproductive system? The ghoul snapped its eyes back to Amon, intelligent things. Centipede used to be a university student, of course he was smart, under all the animal instincts and ghoulishness. It blinked a few times, shuffling its feet together as it fought the urge to run and hide and get out. Amon opened his mouth to speak but Arima cut him off.

“Amon, bring me the ghoul.” He ordered, sitting down on the floor with his legs crossed. Amon huffed, feeling guilty as he grabbed the ghoul by its arm. It kicked and cried, but the RC suppressants in the room kept it weak. He dragged them to the centre of the floor, practically dumping the small ghoul in Arimas lap. Immediately it tried to fight away, but Arima locked his hands on the ghoul's hips, pressing him down onto the floor as he was suddenly on top of the ghoul. Centipede whined, tossing its head back at the rough treatment. Its eyes flicked open and looked at Amon for help, but the investigator could only watch.

Arima hummed as his eyes scanned the ghoul in its medical gown, uncaring for its kicks and scratches. He looked up at Amon, gesturing for the man to take it from its gown. Amon walked over begrudgingly, his hands dropping to the ghouls shoulders as his hands skimmed behind its neck to untie the small knot. They kept looking at him, confused and scared. Amon ignored them as he removed its gown, the ghoul thrashing harder as it tried to preserve some dignity. As Amon pulled his fingers away, the ghoul suddenly lurched his head forwards, snapping at his hands. Amon pulled away in time, his fingers narrowly avoiding becoming ghoul lunch.

Arima moved fast, slamming his hand down against the side of the ghouls face, hitting it hard. Centipede yelled, its nose bleeding and a red mark adorning their face. It blinked a few times, before it relaxed, calming itself down so it wouldn't be hit again. Amon sat down by its head, gently picking up the ghouls head and placing it in his lap. Centipede looked up at him with its big grey eyes. Amon had to look away. Arimas hands moved lower down the ghouls hips and thighs, before pulling them apart and shuffling in between them. The ghoul whimpered as he heard the cap on the lube Arima brought. Amon focused on running his hands through the ghouls hair, trying to keep it calm.

It looked up at the ceiling as he felt fingers probing around at his arse, his eyes moving away from Amon’s as its face contorted in something like pain or humiliation or fear. Arima was uncaring, skiing his first finger into the ghouls hole, opening him up for what was to come. Amon saw tears prick in the ghouls eyes, and he tried to ignore them. It was unfortunately getting easier, as he looked at the ghouls firm and lithe body, shaking as Arima plied him open. The ghoul was attractive, and rather regrettably Amon’s body was starting to react to the small noises the ghoul was making as Arima fingered it. Suddenly the ghoul opened its mouth.

“Please don’t…” It mumbled. Amon was shocked. Since capturing the ghoul, it almost never spoke. Even Arima looked his head up, frowning at the. He didn’t stop for long though, instead adding a second finger. Centipede yelped as Arima’s fingers played around inside of it, no doubt feeling pain at the vile intrusion. Arima remained silent as he felt around inside the ghoul, looking for the second opening. He huffed. The ghoul suddenly arched its back up, yelping as its hands came up to grab at Amon’s thighs, desperate for something to hold on to. Amon shushed the ghoul.

“It’s not too deep, however there's a problem.” Arima started as he continued to feel around at the unique anatomy. “It would be too hard to find with a cock, you wouldn't be able to feel which entrance is the right one…” He furrowed his brow in thought, as he looked up to Amon. “Unless of course, there was already something in the other hole, making there only one way to go.”

Amon blinked, startled. He heard the ghoul suck in a breath, quick to figure out what that meant. Amon looked down at centipede, the ghouls eyes wide with terror, a light blush on its face. Amon couldn't disobey Arima. He nodded. “I understand.” Suddenly he was more grateful for his half hard cock. He grabbed the ghoul by its armpits, hauling it further up in Amon’s lap so its lower half was hanging off, leaving Arima able to keep it open. He added a third finger, holding the ghoul open wider and stretching it more and more. The ghoul was chewing at its lip, its hands clutching onto Amon’s thighs at it desired something to cling to.

The process was long, Arima stimulating the ghoul, rubbing its prostate to relax it, easing its body so its cock started to twitch and it opened up wider. When he managed to comfortably fit around four fingers, he let them slip, nodding to Amon, whose face was flushed and his cock rock hard. He undid his zipper, pulling his dick from his pants as he shuffled the ghoul further into his lap. He lifted them up by the hips, the ghoul starting to protest as Amon lined up his cock with the ghoul's opening, sliding himself inside. Centipede yelled out, trying to pull himself from Amon’s lap, but he quickly laid down on the floor, holding centipede flat against his stomach as the ghoul writhed, feeling Amon deep in its organs.

Amon thrusted in a few times, experimentally moving inside the ghoul. He heard them huff out a few breaths close to moans. Arima kneeled over Amon’s legs, jerking his cock harder as he readied himself to force another cock inside the small ghoul. Amon was slow with his thrusts, feeling pleasure at the ghouls' warm heat, getting the ghoul accustomed to the sensations.

Centipede was crying now, tears leaking from blurry eyes as he stared up at the ceiling, refusing to look at the death god in front of him, with a rock hard cock he wanted to shove up him. The ghoul lent his head back as a sudden moan slipped from his lips, he hated that the sensation was currently pleasurable, Amon’s cock deep inside of him, rocking him gently with each thrust. He felt Arima force a finger in beside Amon’s cock, feeling the horrible burn of the stretch. He bit his lips harder, before he let out a yell from his mouth.

“Don’t!” he practically screamed as the lubed finger slid inside of him easily, a second soon joining it. He felt sick with how open he was.

“I can feel the second opening,” Arima murmured, his fingers slipping into the small section that led to the uterus. Centipede felt nauseous. It was already bad enough he had a uterus from Kanou, but he was praying no-one would ever find out. They did. He gasped as a third finger slid in beside the still cock, and felt his legs quiver. It was too much.

“Stop! Please, it's too much!” He yelled out, his protests falling on deaf ears as Arima started to line up his cock. He used his fingers to pull the ghoul open wider, before he started sliding his dick inside of the ghouls tight walls. Centipede yelled, kicking out at nothing and gripping his hands down onto the man underneath him, tears falling fast.

“I-Im too full! Don’t I’ll break!” The ghoul cried out as Arima’s cock started to slide into him beside Amon’s. It kicked its legs like a wild animal, trying to keep the man out but his hopes were in vain. He felt his body stretch open to accommodate the large member, and cried out in pain at the burning sensation. He lent back on Amon, leaning his head into their shoulder as he cried, squeezing his body tight to try and keep them away from him. He was sobbing as the man continued to push inside, bottoming out inside of him and joining the other fat cock up his arse. He was shaking all over as his body was pressed full. He swore he could see a bulge in his lower stomach.

He reached a hand up from underneath him, placing it over his lower stomach as he felt the bulge of two cock inside of him. He let out a gasp as Arima suddenly thrusted, and he felt the dick moving inside of him, jamming his organs and using a part of him that was meant to remain secret. He felt stuffed and full, his body aching with pressure as he was swollen, with two large cock inside of his stomach, both starting to move in alternating paces. He was gasping, feeling lewd moans slip from his lips as his body reacted to the sensations.

Amon’s hands came up and grabbed his cock, jerking it to proper hardness, easing the feelings for the ghoul. Centipede let out a gasp as he felt his cock receive stimulation, jerking its hips up into Amon's hands to distract itself from the rough breathing inside of him from the dicks, sliding down two different shafts of his body from the same hole. He could feel the thin layer of muscle that separated the two paths, the small wall being rubbed against by both cocks, a strange friction inside of him. It tried to focus on its breathing, ignoring the bulge in his stomach that kept shifting depending on which man was deeper inside of him based on the timing of their thrusts.

Arima's hands were on either side of its head, also framing Amon's, rough forcing himself inside the smaller ghoul, fucking up into its opening, the head of his cock pressing against the ghouls cervix. Centipede groaned, its cock twitching as the small bundle of nerves was sandwiched in between the two openings, pressure all over it. Amon was underneath him, hands wrapped around centipedes waist, pushing himself inside, his cock growing wet and heavy. Centipede could feel each of the members twitching inside of him, climax approaching for both of the men. Arima huffed as he suddenly fucked in harder, perfectly pressing against all the spots that made centipede feel good, just as Amon ran his thumb over the head of the ghouls cock.

“Ahh~ No more, please!” It cried out, eyes latching onto the ceiling as tears started to fall, half from pain and others from pleasure. It was over stimulating, feeling the movement and pace of the cocks alternating with their deep thrusts inside of him. It was humiliating, and terrifying, and it had never felt better. He could hear Amon grunting underneath him, the man pressing light kisses into centipedes shoulder, a gentle lover. He switched his angle slightly, thrusting further upwards and slamming into his prostate, eliciting a sharp yell from the ghoul.

“That’s- No, keep. Keep- Fuck- Fuck me harder! Right there!” He cried out, submitting to the sweet feelings, his mind begging for release from his weeping cock, bouncing on his stomach as he was repeatedly slammed back, the ferocious pounding beating him backwards. Amon’s hands held him in place while the other squeezed the base of his cock, the ghoul whining as it felt itself grow closer and closer. He heard moans coming from both the investigators, low guttural growls of lust in his ears as they both kept up their pace, growing uneven with the force behind the thrusts. With no warning, centipede yelled out, feeling a warm heat filling up his organs.

Amon shuddered as he came, slamming inside the ghoul a few more times, before he pressed in and waited for Arima to finish. It was to much for centipede, the warm feeling inside of him, being stiffed full of one cock while the other continued to fuck his deepest spots. He came without a warning, spilling to Amon’s hand. His tears fell freely as Arima came, dumping his sperm into the shaking ghoul, the poor thing exhausted and battered, tears streaming from its eyes as they slowly dropped. It felt the warmth spread, fearing for what would happen next. He ignored the agony as both men slid out, one at a time, and relaxed entirely on top of Amon, his body going entirely limp. He moaned a few times as Amon rolled them over, the man holding centipede against his stomach as he whispered comforting words in the ghouls ears.

He stood up soon however, petting the ghouls hair as he went before he picked them up, carrying them over to the small slab they call a bed. Centipede was out before the lights were.

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Hide stepped gingerly into their small apartment, haphazardly tossing his coat onto a chair before he stumbled into their bedroom. Kaneki was standing by the doorway, having stood up when he heard Hide’s arrival. He smiled as he brought his boyfriend into a hug, feeling Hide’s tense muscles underneath his fingertips. He hummed, nuzzling his chin into the crook of Hide’s neck and shoulder. The blonde melted against Kaneki, rapping his arms around the others waist as he let his body weight drop onto Kaneki, the ghoul easily holding him upright with a small giggle.

“You seem exhausted…” Kaneki muttered, shifting his arms around Hide’s waist. Hide grumbled as he moved his arms over Kaneki’s shoulders instead, slumping down entirely. The ghoul muttered something under his breath as he dragged Hide towards the bed, dumping him down on the soft mattress. He pressed a soft kiss to his nose, which made Hide giggle. After his small laughs, he looked up at Kankei with a sweet expression.

“Work was awful,” He mumbled, shutting his eyes and sinking into the bed, feeling Kaneki run his hand up and down one of Hide’s arms. “They had me do so much field work, I got tossed around by some ten year old ghoul dude.”

Kaneki started laughing and Hide flicked his eyes open.

“Hey I’m after comfort right now not humiliation,” he said with a smile as he jabbed Kaneki in the side with a finger. The smaller one laughed harder.

“Okay I know, I know… How about we go take a bath?” He suggested, lifting up a hand to run through Hide’s filthy hair. He scrunched up his nose as he felt the grease. “Because no offence…”

Kaneki yelped when Hide suddenly sat up, grabbing Kaneki and slamming him down the opposite end of the bed. Kaneki blinked, bewildered as Hide suddenly started tickling him. The ghoul made a startled gasp, before laughs started spilling from his lips. He was kicking his legs out, grabbing Hide’s hands and trying to get him off, not seriously. Hide could tell by the gentle push and the light squeeze of Kaneki’s hands on his wrists. He could snap them if he wanted to.

“H-Hey!” Kaneki exclaimed as he writhed about on the bed, fighting to get away. Hide smiled down at him, feeling more energy than he had all day.

“You don’t get to talk smack about my greasy hair okay, it was a rough day!” He chastised Kaneki as the ghoul pushed his hands away, growing tired of his ‘punishment’. He sat up, a few small huffs still bubbling from his throat as he smiled at Hide, meaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Hide’s eyes fluttered shut at the gentle kiss, feeling Kaneki follow the trail of his cheekbone to his ear.

“How about I make it up to you?” He asked, hands finding their way to Hide hips as he gently stroked the shirt, hands slipping underneath the white button up and dragging along the skin. Hide hummed.

“As nice as that would be, I’m pretty tired…” He said. As much as he wanted to fool around with Kaneki, his body was aching. Kaneki pulled away and smiled at him. Hide raised a brow.

“I know,” he started, placing his hands in his lap, just in case Hide was going to disagree anyway. “But remember when I had that horrible back pain?” He asked, looking at Hide. The other one flushed, remembering that afternoon. He nodded.

“Maybe I can return the favour, hmm?” He suggested picking up a foot that was dangling off the bed and knocking it into Hide’s shin. “Let me help you relax.” He practically purred as he spoke, his voice high and sweet, the way it gets when he wants to have sex. Hide smiled at him, grabbing him by the hip and pulling him against his chest, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I’d love it. Should I go start that bath then?”

Kaneki nodded.

Soon, Hide found himself sitting on the edge of the tub. The water ran down into the tub, filling too slowly with water, producing a soft steam that Hide was happy to sink into as he slipped inside the tub, clothes discarded. He groaned, feeling the soothing liquids lap over his skin. He could already feel himself start to relax, when Kaneki followed him into the bathroom, stripping his clothes. Hide stuck his head up, eyes locking onto the small bottle of lube Kaneki brought with him.The smaller boy winked at him as he stepped into the tub, shuffling Hide’s tired body forwards as he slid in behind them.

Hide hummed as Kaneki kissed his shoulder, the ghouls arms sliding around his stomach as he started pampering Hide with soft kisses and strokes. Hide lent back into his hold, tilting on his side as he curled up on Kaneki's chest. Kaneki’s kisses grew sensual on his skin, sucking and leaving purple marks as he trailed down Hide’s neck. Hide hummed, leaning his head to the side as Kaneki’s mouth moved down. He sighed, Kaneki’s hands on his hips. Dragging the blunt of his nails over his thighs and hips, slightly disturbing the increasing water. Kaneki flicked off the taps.

His hands grew flat on Hide’s lower stomach, edging closer towards Hide’s cock, eliciting a shock of pleasure as Hide started to grow hard, the soft kisses against him and the wandering hands. He shut his eyes as he let his mind wander, thinking about Kaneki, Kaneki, Kaneki. Kaneki purred into his skin, his hand lightly grasping at Hide’s half hard cock, stroking him harder while Hide turned to putty under his touch. Hide puffed out a few moans, the gentle stimulation making him squirm, his body desiring more. Kaneki kept up with his soft pumps, slowly bringing Hide to fill erection with one hand while the other stroked easing lines up his side.

Gently, Kaneki removed his hands, bringing them to Hide's waist instead. Hide hummed for a moment in question, before Kaneki started to turn his body around. Hide went with him, flipping over so his groin brushed against Kaneki's, resting his hands on Kaneki's shoulders as he sat in his lap. The water splashed against the sides of the bath, and Hide was all too pleased to sink into Kaneki and the bathtub, resting his head on Kanek's shoulder next to one of his arms. The smaller man's hands found his hips, sliding under the water as they cupped against Hide’s arse, holding him firm against him. He proposed himself up, pulling Hide and himself further up in the water. Hide seemed to catch on, propping himself up with his knees by Kaneki’s sides.

Kaneki smiled up at him while he grabbed the lube bottle from beside the bath, coating his fingers in a thin film. He rubbed them together, before sliding them behind Hide, gently prodding at his hole. The blonde moaned, resting his head on-top of Kaneki's as he felt them slide a finger inside of him. He huffed as he focused on his breathing, relaxing into Kaneki's soft grip and gentle fingering, feeling the stress of the day ease away into the water. Kaneki started kissing his throat and chest, the spot in front of him. He opened his mouth and lightly bit against Hide’s lower throat, sucking a gentle bite that had Hide groaning, hands grabbing at Kaneki tighter while he continued to open Hide up, finger sliding in and out slowly, reaching for that little switch.

Hide felt the water lap at his cock, the small body of water just barely coming up to his lower thighs in this position. He wanted to sink back into it, relax and let Kaneki take care of him, but he also knew that wouldn't work until he was opened up already. The lube would just wash away. Only once Kaneki finished fingering him to an appropriate point could he sink back down into the warm water. Oh well, it was worth it, he thought as he pressed himself forwards, brushing himself into Kaneki’s hard cock and letting out a moan. His own cock was starting to throb, hard and heavy with a desire for stimulation, something to drive him into spilling his load. Already he felt an itch to take a hand to his cock, but he waited.

He moaned as Kankei slipped a second finger inside of him, rubbing along his walls and coating them in lube, making it easier for his fingers to move about and rub against his prostate, sending shock waves up Hide’s spine. God it felt good. Though he preferred to top most of the time, he wasn’t opposed to a little switching, the swap in usual sensations adding to the experience. It had been a while since they’d done something like this, the sensation felt newer than they had in a while and he was loving it. He leaned away from Kaneki for a moment, looking down at the white haired boy. Kaneki was blinking up at him, grey eyes heated, a lusty blush on his cheeks. Kaneki smiled at him, leaning up and planting a kiss on his lips. Hide moaned into it, starting to sink lower on Kaneki, sliding down his muscular chest into the water.

“I love you,” Kaneki mumbled as he adjusted Hide in his hold, letting him slide into the water while he continued to feel his prostate, playing with the small bundle of nerves. Hide shivered, wrapping his arms around Kaneki’s chest while he slid down.

“I love you too.” Hide didn't even have time to respond before Kaneki was suddenly switching their positions. Hide made a startled yelp as Kaneki removed his fingers, laying Hide down in the water and kissing him again as he hovered over him in the water. Kaneki’s fingers found his entrance again, two poking in with ease, while the other grabbed at his rock hard cock. Hide let out a moan, his body tensing. Kaneki tsked at him.

“Relax, Hide, remember..” He mumbled as he lightly jerked Hide off, his fingers rubbing inside the taller one while he took a deep breath. He puffed, sinking into the water as he shut his eyes, letting the calming waves gently lap over his skin, soaking into his hair and aiding his body in removing tension. He let go of the day, forgetting about the stress and effort, letting his brain focus on the dual stimulation Kaneki was giving him. He heard Kaneki giggled, the younger one placing a kiss to his lips again. Hide opened his eyes as a moan slipped through his lips, Kaneki playing with the tip of his cock.

“That’s better,” Kaneki basically purred, his voice sweet with adoration as he suddenly took his hands off Hide’s cock, replacing it with his mouth. Kaneki was in between Hide’s legs, one hand fingering him, the other holding his hips down while Kaneki mouthed his cock, licking and kissing and mumbling praise along his cock. It wouldn't be much longer now, Hide knew.

He tried to let Kaneki know, opening his mouth to say something but Kaneki just looked up from his place over Hide’s cock, licking the head of his dick and swallowing the pre-cum, all while making eyes with Hide. He swore, leaning his head back as he let Kaneki pleasure him. He vaguely thought about how Kaneki was doing, opening his eyes to see Kanek was rock hard. It didn't seem to phase the boy however, as his fingers settled on his prostate, repeatedly rubbing against it in a sudden assault, no doubt trying to bring Hide to the edge. And it worked.

After a long hard suck of his cock, Hide came, Kaneki's mouth around the tip of his cock. Kaneki let the pre-cum fill his mouth while his hands lightly jerked Hide through it, his fingers slowly making their way out of him. Hide shuddered as he came, feeling all the day's tension wash away into the water, his cock growing limp in Kaneki’s hand. He looked down to see Kaneki swallowing the last of his cum, a small blob on his corner mouth. He wiped it off, crawling up Hide to lay on top of his chest, purring almost. Hide huffed, adjusting in the water to drag Kaneki into the warm liquid as well. He nuzzled his head into Kaneki’s hair, feeling perfectly relaxed.

“Do you want me to return the favour?” Hide mumbled, feeling tired again as his new found energy slipped away in a post orgasmic haze. Kaneki chuckled as he stood up in the bath, helping Hide out.

“I have a hand,” he replied, towelling Hide dry and looking at him with a heated gaze before he ushered him from the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Hide was in bed when Kaneki slinked out of the bathroom a few minutes later, face blushed and body relaxed. Hide snorted and the smaller one crawled into bed beside him, nuzzling up into his chest.

“Thanks Kaneki.”

“No problem.”

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The weather outside was miserable, Kaneki thought to himself as he absentmindedly looked out the window.Rain was hammering down on the buildings and streets, winds harsh and temperature low. It was terrible, because it meant no one would be out, not even ghouls. And he was getting hungry. He couldn't go find more food in this mess. He was trapped inside with Hide, his boyfriend, who was casually lounging on the couch, working on a few documents via his computer. He was completely unfazed when Kaneki told him his dilemma, uncaring for the fact he was stuck in a building with a peckish ghoul.

“Kaneki, the storm will pass up in like, a few hours,” Hide said, looking up from the blue light of his computer to stare at the angsty ghoul standing in front of the window. Kabneki was tense, his hands behind his back, shuffling his feet as he looked at Hide. The blonde just shook his head, reaching a hand out to coax Kaneki over. He wrinkled his nose, looking down at the floor while he contemplated. After a hesitant moment, he kicked his feet up and started traipsing over to Hide. The taller had his legs up on the couch and was sitting sideways across it, but as Kaneki came over he kicked his feet down and patted the spot next to him.

“I still feel worried,” Kaneki muttered as he sat beside Hide, scared he would suddenly feel more hungry than he already was. “It’s like… I never know if I’m gonna lash out and hurt someone…” He mumbled, rubbing his palms together as Hide brushed their shoulders together. Hide had a smile on his face as he leant forwards, looking up at Kanek with a smile.

“You’ve been starving around me before and haven't hurt me… okay? I trust you,” Hide said as he placed a hand on Kaneki’s thigh, gently trailing his hand towards Kaneki’s crotch. The white haired man blinked as HIde’S lips were suddenly on his. “Besides… I know something you could eat.” He mumbled against Kaneki’s lips. The ghoul blushed, his hands finding their way to Hide’s hips sas he turned into face Hide, kissing him again with a sudden heat that was building inside of him.

“And it would pass the time,” he murmured with a small smile. Hide grinned at the consent, his hands on Kaneki’s thighs as he pressed a harder kiss into Kankei. Kaneki huffed, pushing forwards with equal fervour as his hands trailed up and down Hide’s sides, slipping under his shirt and fanning over his back. They bit and sucked on each other's lips for a while, hands exploring and slowly, sensually bringing each other to states of arousal. Hide’s hands started tugging on the band of Kaneki’s pants, fingers slipping underneath the band as he lightly teased. Kaneki huffed, pushing Hide down as he suddenly pinned them to the couch, pressing his lips down onto his neck, sucking at the softly tanned skin.

Hide moaned, feeling Kaneki lightly bit on his skin, uncaring for the fact Kaneki was hungry as the ghoul licked and sucked and bit along his throat and jaw. Hide’s hands found its place on Kaneki’s lower back, running his hands lower and cupping the curve of his arse, pressing him forwards. Kaneki bit down harder on his neck, and Hide winced, feeling how Kaneki almost broke the skin. He was quick to apologise, kissing on the slightly bruised spot as he continued his path down. His hand ran along Hide’s button up, quickly undoing the linking fabrics as he gained more skin for his mouth to attach to. His mouth licked around Hide’s nipple, pressing hips lips around he small knob while his hands unbuttoned Hide’s pants, finally freeing his semi erection from their place. Hide moaned when Kaneki yanked them down, letting his cock hit the cool air.

Kaneki’s hands remained by his cock, lightly stroking and touching his inner thighs and cock, all while his mouth continued to adorn Hide’s chest with kisses and kitten licks, sucking the skin purple. Kaneki groaned as Hide’s hands slipped around his front, cupping him through his pants as he started giving Kaneki friction. Kaneki mewled into the contact, his mouth pausing as Hide started to return the pleasure. Hide took his shot, suddenly sitting up as he pressed Kaneki back. His eyes darted down to the floor in question.

“Do you wanna suck my dick or…?” Hide asked, with no shame in his voice as he watched Kaneki turn red. The white haired man stammered, before he just groaned and hopped off the couch, sitting on his knees in front of the couch, watching as Hide spun around to hold his cock up by Kaneki’s mouth. His legs were on the floor beside Kaneki, and the ghoul was eager to start pleasing the human with his mouth, licking along the cock as his hand came up to the base, sliding under to fondle his balls. Hide moaned, placing his hands behind him as he thrust his hips forwards on the couch, Kaneki making a shocked noise as the cock came closer to his face. Hide laughed at him.

He moved closer again, opening his mouth as he rested the cock on the flat of his tongue, sliding it in and out slowly, coating it in a thin layer of salvia. His hands were on Hide’s thighs, holding them steady so he would thrust forwards again with no warning. All Kaneki could hear was Hide’s moans in verbatim, the ghouls body flushing with delight at the fact he can please Hide, as well as the lewd nature of the sounds. It sent a thrum of pleasure down his spine, his cock hardening further in his pants, his body going tense. He moaned around Hide’s cock, enjoying the responding hiss as Hide's hand grabbed Kaneki’s head, yanking on the hairs as he started to control Kaneki’s rise and fall.

He pulled his head off, catching his breath as Hide smoothed down his hair. He kitten licked the tip of Hide’s cock, savouring the taste of the pre-cum, knowing that when Hide came down his throat it would help sate his hunger. He almost purred, nuzzling at Hide’s cock, and stimulating it with his hands while he relaxed his mouth, the sides hurting a slight bit. A sudden idea flashed through his mind and he looked up, round grey eyes with a heated idea.

“Hey Hide,” he started, resting his head on the side of the other man’s thighs. Hide looked down, his face red and eyes half lidded. He brought his hands around from the back of Kaneki’s head to slide under his chin, lifting his head up as they made eye contact. Kaneki smiled. “Do you want to fuck my face?”

Hide blinked, shocked for a moment before the idea wiped his mind clear of any thoughts. He was on his feet in moments, Kaneki's hands finding their way to his thighs while he aligned his mouth with Hide’s member, looking up at his boyfriend.

“Kaneki, I fucking love you,” Hide said, as he placed his hands on either side of Kaneki’s head, hands smoothing down the strands before they ran between the strands, locking themselves in place. Kaneki groaned, squeezing on Hide;’s thighs.

“I know Hide,” he murmured as he leant his head forwards, opening his mouth. Hide was quick to thrust his cock in, Kaneki holding back a gag as the cock entered him fully, his nose burying in Hide’s curled pubic hairs. Hide pulled himself out for a moment, letting Kaneki adjust and breathe. Then he looked up as Hide thrust came back in. He groaned, feeling the way the flavoursome flesh moved in and out of his jaw, leaving traces of its flavour all over his taste buds. It tasted good. He wanted more.

The ghoul moaned as Hide sped up, holding his head in place while he used his face as a fuck hole, thrusting inside, his hands tugging ont he hair and his mouth making sweet sweet noises. Kaneki had to shut his eyes, the force being too much. His eyes started leaking tears, though the pain he felt was small. He liked this. No, he loved this. He loved having Hide’s cock inside of his mouth, letting him taste it while he used him for his own pleasure. It was good to know he was useful and loved.

He heard Hide’s mouth spill out praises, his boyfriend mumbling mindless compliments about how good he felt, how good he was, how much he loved him. Kaneki didn’t care as his nose repeatedly met Hide’s pubis bone, his oxygen being momentarily cut off with each thrust. He didn't care about their hands in his hair, pulling and holding and digging. All he cared about was the taste and the contact.

Hide hissed, leaning his head back as he continued to fuck into Kaneki’s mouth, his cock brushing againsti the back of his throat. He could feel himself grow closer and closer, his balls drawing tight as his cock started to thicken and twitch. He knew Kanek could tell by the way the ghoul practically poured around his cock, tasting the new flavours on his tongue, desperate for more. Hide grunted, fucking in rougher, getting incredibly turned on by the look of Kaneki with his hands on his thighs, eyes squeezed shut as tears fell, lips spread thin and red while he abused their hole and face blushed and red, bangs sticking to a sweaty forehead. Hide let a loud moan slip from his lips as he roughly fucked himsefl inside a few more times, before the words slipped out him before anything else.

“I’m gonna cum!” He cried out as he felt a dam break, thrusting himself inside one more time as he came down the back of Kaneki’s throat. The ghoul squeezed his thighs as the cum poured down his throat, the sticky substance clogging his throat and airways along with the skin against his nose. When Hide let go of his head, he pulled himself off, opening his mouth as he coughed, struggling to swallow the last parts of Hide’s load. Hide winced, bending down next to Kaneki and pulling them into their lap, letting the ghoul curl up and rest, setting their head on Hide’s shoulder. Hide hummed, rubbing comforting hands up and down the ghouls back, Kaneki shivering under his touch. He pulled his head back and made eye contact with Kaneki.

“Are you okay?” He asked, swiping Kaneki’s hair back. He noted a small glob of his cum on the ghouls lips and wiped it away. Wordlessly, Kaneki took Hide’s finger into his mouth, sucking the substance from it. Kaneki’s lips were red and pouty, yet he still seemed okay as he smiled.

“I’m still not full.”

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Amon ran after the ghoul, uncaring for the burn in his legs as he followed the rapidly growing trail of blood. He had wounded Centipede, the half kakuja letting out an agonising scream as Amon laid a devastating blow to its side. The wound had the potential to be deadly, however the ghoul lunged at him, taking a chunk from his arm and running. Amon was quick to abandon his post, running after the ghoul down a side alley, his hands wrapped tight around his quinque. The rain poured down around him, but it did nothing to blur the bloody path he followed. He heard a cruise as the ghoul came upon a dead end, and he lunged.

He smacked the ghoul in the side with his quinque, knocking them into the side wall. Centipede hissed, its mask starting to flake from its face as it scrambled to find a way out for the dead end. Amon refused to let it go, pushing Centipede further back until he was cornered. He thrust his quinque forwards, spearing the previous wound and nailing the ghoul to the back wall of the alley. The white hair man let out a wail, hands clutching at the narrow end of the quinque in his side. It was growling, a low gone in the back of its throat as the last of its mask flaked away. Amon blinked, shocked for a moment.

The ghoul was… remarkably young. The ghoul who had plagued him for so long, from their first encounter to the following, was nothing more than a university student. Centipede coughed up some blood, staring at Amon with a tired gaze, filled with seething anger. The ghoul was pale, its skin and hair almost matching shades. It had round grey eyes, thick lashes, high cheekbones and an angled face, albeit a slight hint of baby fat still in his cheeks. It had an alluring appeal, and Amon was all too happy to be sucked in, twisting the quinque as he stepped closer to the ghoul. Centipede cried out, its legs buckling and almost failing underneath it. Amon grabbed its hair, yanking on the silver locks and tugging the ghouls head up.

“What’s your name?” He demanded, pressing himself in closer to the ghoul, towering over the small thing. Centipede didn't respond. This was what had been bothering him? It was nothing!

“Why did you let me live?” He demanded instead, letting go of the ghouls hair to bar arm it across the chest, pressing it into the wall as it tried to lean forwards. Centipede stared up at him, one eye covered with a thin black eyepatch, still not responding. A sudden surge of anger swept through Amon and grabbed the ghoul face with his hand, smashing it into the wall behind them. He saw blood leak down the wall from where the ghoul hit. Quick as can be, the ghoul grabbed the quinque in its side, yanking it out while it ducked under Amon’s arms and lunged forwards, tackling the larger man to the floor.

The quinque scattered across the ground, out of Amon’s reach as the small ghoul pressed him into the ground, twisting one of Amon’s arms painfully above his head. Amon made a pained grunt, hearing the pop of his shoulder as it dislocated. He kicked one of his legs up, kneeing the ghoul in the crotch. It was an underhanded move, but when fighting with ghouls sometimes you have to play dirty. Centipede yelped and Amon took his shot, flipping their positions and pinning the bleeding ghoul to the floor, practically crushing them with his larger body. The white hair man bit his teeth at Amon in threat, as a hiss slipped from his mouth.

There was a moment of quiet as both paused. Amon was on top of him, holding the ghoul arms out above his head with one hand, the other hanging uselessly by his side. His legs were on either side of Centipede's legs, leaving him on top of the small ghoul. Centipede was underneath him, caught under his hands and legs, totally stuck. The ghoul knew this. Slowly, he stopped kicking. He stopped writhing and moving, shaking and fighting. He stopped and breathed, looking up with wild eyes, slightly tinged with panic. Only then did the investigator notice how close they were. He could feel the ghouls' pulse under his fingers, he could see the gentle rise and fall of their chest, he knew that if he moved down just a few centimetres he’d be grinding onto the ghoul.

“I'm gonna ask again. Why did you save me?” He demanded, squeezing on the ghouls wrists. The ghoul frowned, looking aside.

“I thought you might… listen. I guess I was wrong,” he hissed that last part, spitting up into Amon’s face. Amon growled, pressing down on the ghoul. They made a sharp noise, a yelp or a gasp, feeling the large man grind down on them. They looked up, bewildered.

“W-what- the fuck are you doing?” Centipede asked with a growl as Amon started to grind more, feeling his own pleasure at the contact. Centipede started wiggling again, a few small sounds slipping from its lips as it figured out what was happening.

“You’re a terrible person…” the ghoul mumbled before it suddenly pushed against Amon, the older man being shoved onto the ground, sitting on the wet floor as the small thing suddenly climbed in his lap. The ghoul planted a kiss to his lips, soft, skin against skin. It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn sour, centipede clamping down on Amon’s lower lips with his teeth. Amon grunted as he grabbed the ghoul’s face with his good hand, yanking them off. He cursed as he felt blood pool in his mouth and the ghoul laughed at him. Snarling, Amon grabbed his shoulder, popping it back into place with a sharp yell. It wasn't the first time it had happened. His whole arm ached but it didn’t stop him from grabbing the ghouls hips, slamming them further down into his lap. The ghoul mewled as Amon forced him into a grind, moving the ghoul in rubbing motions along their groins.

Centipede was anything but gentle, his hands slipping under the investigators clothes, scratching long lines up his brack. Amon grunted as he felt the skin break, choosing to ignore it as he took the ghoul’s lips with his, crushing their mouths together while he kept moving the ghoul up and down in his slap, circling the ghoul’s hips. He could taste blood in centipede's mouth, whether it was his or the ghoul’s he didn't know, nor did he want to. He just kept forcing the ghoul down, feeling pleasure swell in his cock.

He couldn’t quite pinpoint when it had escalated to this. He had no idea why he wanted to fuck the ghoul, the realisation churning his stomach with the strength of a fevor. He had no idea why he ran a hand through the ghoul’s bloody hair, yanking at it as he suddenly shoved the ghoul sideways, holding their side against the ground, one hand on the ghouls head the other on their hips. Centipede coughed, a small bit of bloody saliva hacking from their mouth. Right. Amon had his hand on the ghouls bleeding wound. He dug his nails into the bloody wound, hearing the ghoul scream. His fingers were coated in blood. Before he could change his mind, he grabbed the ghoul’s pants, yanking down the fabric and tearing away the leathery bodysuit, exposing the ghoul to the cold rain. Centipede hissed, the cold battering against his lower half as Amon finished removing their clothing with no care. Centipede remained still, waiting.

Amon shoved the ghoul by its head, rolling them over the whole way to their stomach. He oppressed the side of their head down into the hard ground, while he clamoured over the ghoul, blood dripping from his fingertips. He took a shaky breath as his hand reached down, finding centipede opening between his firm muscled cheeks. He felt the ghoul shake as his finger started to prod, blood acting as a lube. He forced his first finger in, sliding into the ghoul’s tight rim of muscles. They yelled out, one of their hands reaching back awkwardly to grab at Amon’s sleeve. Amon paused, letting the ghoul hold on to him while it focused on breathing. He felt guilty for a moment, this was all happening so fast and he didnt know for sure if the ghoul wanted it. But why does it matter? A voice in his head whispered to him. The ghoul’s a monster. The ghoul kills and hurts people. It's a monster.

The ghoul suddenly grinded back on the man’s finger, hand letting go of his sleeve as it decided it was okay. Amon continued to finger fuck the ghoul, his index pressing down on the ghouls inner walls, spreading them open. He slipped a second finger in, the ghoul grunting at the pain. Blood didn’t work well as lube, he could tell by the stickiness of it. He wondered how it felt for the ghoul as he scissored his fingers, one hand still pressing the stupid ghoul into the concrete, his mouth occasionally letting out gasps and grunts.

Kaneki was in agony, his head, his side, his arse, his whole body was throbbing and bleeding and exhausted to the bone. Maybe that’s why he didn't fight as much as he should have, letting the investigator throw him around. But that doesn't explain why he kissed them. He hated them. Why would he do that? Maybe he had been alone for too long, like Touka said. Surrounded by creeps and killers, maybe that was his default now. Violence. He didn’t know why the investigator let him claw at his back or bite at his lips. All he knew was that it tasted good. And this was the man he tried talking to? Unbelievable.

He scorned the man. He hated the man with every fibre of his being, he thought as he pushed back on the long fingers inside of him, ignoring the painful burn. Somehow, it wasn’t the worst feeling. It was arousing in a sense, being spread open by an enemy, a man who a few minutes prior had almost stabbed his organs out. Well now the man was stabbing his organs in a different way, his brain supplied. He snorted, smiling at his own cynical humour. The man stopped.

“What are you laughing at?” He sneered down at Kaneki. The young ghoul simply smiled, a manicale twist to it.

“Just had a thought. Keep going investigator, or one of your buddies might catch us.”

“I'm sure they'd be happy to join,” Amon jeered back as he struggled to enter a third finger to the little ghoul. They bit their lips, blood rushing down their chin. Amon couldn't help but feel satisfied with that. The ghoul’s organs were warm and tight, squeezing on his bloody fingers. The ghoul but back a moan at the pain scrunching its eyes shut. Amon didn't care, as he hastily tried to open the ghoul up, feeling his cock twitch painfully in his pants. He wanted to shove his cock in it already and be finished with whatever fever had consumed them.

He finished fucking the ghoul open, with fingers covered in the its blood after a few moments, pulling his fingers out with a wet slop. He wiped the bloody fingers on the ghouls' clothes, avoiding its wound this time. He raised his hand up, spitting into his hand as he pulled his cock free, stroking the member in his hand and lubing it up. With both his hands busy, the ghoul took its shot to turn over, laying on its back, one of his hands coming to press against its still bleeding side wound. It laid in front of Amon, watching the investigator line the swollen tip of his cock against the ghouls red and abused hole. Centipede hissed as he started to push in, hands scrambling to cling onto something. They found Amon’s shoulders, squeezing so hard Amon swore they were both going to dislocate.

In one rough thrust, he forced his cock inside of the ghoul. Centipede yelled out, tossing his head back as his body was forced to accustom to the investigator. Its hands slipped around Amon’s shoulders, pulling him closer down. Amon paused, letting Centipede have a break. The ghoul was panting, mouth open and soft sounds of pain slipping from its lips. Its eyes were scrunched shut, sweat and blood dripping from there face and body, quivering. Then it opened its red kakugan eye, glaring up at Amon.

“Hurry up, dove.”

Amon complied, fucking the ghoul rough and hard. He kneeled up straight, grabbing the ghouls hips as he held them up, giving him leverage as he fucked into the ghoul, pulling his cock almost all the way out before slamming back inside of him, knocking the air out of it. Centipede was gasping, head tossed back in pain or ecstasy as Amon railed him, the ghouls back rubbing painfully into the concrete. The investigator didn’t care, or falter as he continued his brutal pace, a man possessed. He wanted to centipede cum, he wanted to see centipede bleeding, he wanted to see centipede moan and cry, he wanted the truth from the ghoul. He wanted, he wanted, he needed to sate his carnal urges.

Kaneki felt a disturbing mix of awful and horny, his body being fast fucked, struggling to adjust to each deep or fast thrust. He felt the man's heavy cock inside of him, sticking deeper and deeper, brushing directly into that spot that made him feel shocks. His legs were quivering in exhaust, his head dizzy from blood loss but he couldn't bring himself to care. His arms laid out above his head, uselessly tensed into fists. His body was rocked forwards violently with every sharp snap of the investigator's hips, his back aching as the stress started to wear him down. The investigator was delivering him agony on a golden platter, and he was happy to indulge. Pain had never felt so good, and hate had always been filled with passion.

He could faintly taste the investigator on his tongue, remembering their first encounter. Long gone were those days. He was nothing but a monster now, and the investigator was his enemy. This was wrong, but it had never felt more right. His hips hurt too much in this position. He grabbed the investigator by the collar, before he suddenly pulled himself off the investigator's cock. He felt his insides pulses shocked at the sudden loss. Ignoring the heavy weight of his weeping cock, Kaneki shoved the investigator down as he climbed on top of them. The Investigator grabbed his hips with a bruising power, before he helped Kaneki clamour into his cock, letting the small ghoul.impale himself onto the man's dick.

It started bouncing on him, raising itself up before slamming down, almost crushing the air from the investigator's lungs with every drop. The ghoul looked exhausted, its red cock slapping against its stomach with every bounce, sticky hair stained red, bleeding wound down onto Amon’s stomach and thighs. The ghoul was unperturbed, riding himself hard. Each time it faltered Amon would move it like a doll, keeping its pace rapid. He watched the ghoul face contort in pain, in pleasure, its hands finding his chest to support itself. Its fingers curled up, digging into his chest. He hissed as blood pooled, and he shoved the ghoul down to the side in response. Centipede yelped, shocked at yet another change in position. It was lying on its side, when Amon grabbed its leg, lifting it over his shoulder while he nailed his cock into the ghouls' abused hole.

Centipede whined, its face in a puddle of blood and rain water, their bodies thoroughly soaked. It didn't stop them as Amon placed its hands on either side of the ghoul head, feeling his cock enter its warm body before feeling the sting of the cold. He felt his heart beat fast, his body exhausting himself as he found pleasure deep inside of the loathsome thing. Their face was still so pretty… He lent down and kissed the ghoul, gentler this time as he felt the climax grow near. He tasted metal and salt on the ghoul’s lips, blood and tears not yet washed away by the rain. The ghoul moaned into the kiss, its hands finally reaching up gently to curl around Amon's back, holding the man closer. Amon almost marvelled at the ghouls' flexibility, one leg bent over Amon’s shoulder, still showing no sign of pain as Amon lent closer.

Kaneki mewled, tasting blood along the investigators lips, feeling the grooves from where he had bit them earlier. His cock was fit to burst, a warm heat coiling inside of him begging for release. He knew the investigator was close, he could feel them deep inside of him, ready to cum deep inside of him. The thought had Kaneki moaning, his hands tangling in the investigator's hair. Without warning, he felt himself cum. Kaneki yelled out, arching his back and bucking his hips forwards as he came untouched, a thick strand of substance shooting out across his chest and the investigators, no doubt staining the pale white coat. He cried out, feeling the investigator take his lips into his mouth once again, continuing to fuck him roughly as they met their own finish.

Amon came hard, thrusting deep inside the lithe figure, pulling its mouth of the ghoul and moaning into their shoulder. He felt his body shake as he filled the ghoul, his own cum leaking from out of their bleeding hole. He was panting as he pulled away, carefully pulling his cock from the ghoul. He saw the blood and cum leak from their insides, and he felt himself wince in sympathy. He lowered the ghouls leg down as he collapsed beside them, the ghoul on its side still, slowly curling up. Amon laid next to it, staring up into the rain and wondering if it would wash the blood and cum stains away, He wouldn't have either of them if it wasn’t for centipede. He looked over, his body relaxed as he enjoyed his post orgasmic glow.

The ghoul seemed to be experiencing something similar, tucked up in a ball as it eyes shut, breathing slowly as exhaust set in.

“I hate you.” Amon said, as he summoned the will to get up. He quickly found the ghoul’s clothes bringing them over and dumping them on its small figure, intention clear.

“Trust me, You’ve made that clear,” Kaneki mumbled as he struggled to sit up, hands collapsing underneath him. He groaned as the blood loss caught up to him. The investigator must have taken pity on him, because they leant down, smoothing his hair down behind his ears. Kaneki purred into the touch, hating all of it. They stayed like that for a while. Enemies, unionised for just a few short minutes.

Amon let the ghoul slip off into the shadows. He swore he would kill it.

Kaneki slicked back into his apartment, limping and sore. He swore he would kill the him.

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Amon’s new ghoul was… interesting to say the least. He had bought the one eye because of how it had looked at him during its auction. Its wide, vulnerable eyes, the white hair fanning over its forehead, the look of horror flashing across its features at the prospect of being sold. It was lithe yet strong, battered from fights however its beauty was visible underneath the scrapes and cuts. Its strong jaw and subtle features, large eyes, button nose, long lashes and smooth skin. It was a unique specimen, due to its nature as a one eye.

When Amon saw it, initially he thought it to be just another ghoul. However, when its singular eyes activated, and its intelligent eyes scanned the facility, Amon started to realise it was different. When it curled in on itself, shrinking down to make itself small, covering itself despite the skin tight suit, outlining all its best features. That, and the fact Amon had fought with the ghoul before. It was the very same one he had grappled with just a year prior, though obviously it had improved its strength drastically. With the way the seller was talking about it, even Arima Kishou would break into a sweat trying to tame it. The seller warned that the ghoul wasn’t quite perfect, and went through the list of training it had been through. Service and sexuality.

The ghoul was forbidden from fighting, due to its unruly nature and half kakuja. It was to be kept locked in a house at all times, only ever let outside if on a collar and leash, or being taken to the training facility. The plan they had for the ghoul was to sell it to an owner and get it accustomed to servitude. Then once it was malleable, then they would start training it for fighting purposes. They didn't want to waste a strength like that, they said. Throughout the whole auction, the ghoul looked incredibly uncomfortable, especially when the auctioneer started talking about its sexual training, and how the ghoul made a suitable partner for any role or position.

Unfortunately, that’s how it was for ghouls. Since a wild fight a few years back between the CCG and ghouls, the CCG had begun a new standard. Ghouls that were captured, where to be sold to investigators for assistance in fights, for educational purposes, or for sexual and servitude purposes. Amon couldn't count the number of times he had visited an investigator's place, only to be greeted at the door by a naked ghoul with a collar, serving drinks.

Amon had won the ghoul in the bidding, and was quick to take the creature home. He rode in the front of the van, the ghoul in the back with some guards. It had been a few hours now, the ghoul in his home remaining silent with its head down, shoulders slumped and still in the right fitting leather outfit. Amon had been awkwardly showing it around his home, watching the ghoul eyes sweep over each small thing, before he lowered them back down to his bare feet. He sat down on the couch with a huff, watching his new purchase shuffle awkwardly on its feet.

“You can sit down eye patch,” he muttered, shuffling over on the long couch as he gestured to the other side. Eye patch perked up immediately, swiftly moving to the area he gestured to. He sat up straight, posture tense. Amon furrowed his brows as he watched them.

“What's your name?” He asked the ghoul. They flicked their eyes over and responded fluidly.

“Whatever you want it to be,” the ghoul responded, hands in its lap. Amon just blinked.

“Okay uhh. I get that. But um, I want to hear it,” he responded, watching the ghoul press their palms together. He heard them press out a breath.

“Sorry sir. I don’t have a name anymore.”

This was going to be harder than he thought. Days passed, and the ghoul didn't give him a name. Didn't move without being ordered, didn't speak without being ordered. The ghoul was a slave well and truly. The only thing it did without order was initiated physical contact. Eyepatch was leaning more into its training every day. He would come home from work and the ghoul would skink up behind him, hands on his shoulders and slowly slipping them down. It was getting harder to turn the ghoul away when it would crawl into his bed, placing its hands on his chest and purring sultry questions.

Now was one of those moments. The ghoul had clamoured into his lap, kissing him along the jaw and collar, its hands carding down his back. Amon frowned, despite how his cock twitched in his pants, excited with the prospect of taking the ghoul for his own, turkey claiming them as his. He shivered at the thought and just his eyes, hoping the small ghoul couldn't feel his bulge. He was proven wrong when the ghoul rocked its hips down. He hissed, hands finding the ghouls waist as he moved his face into the crook of the ghouls neck. He heard the ghoul hum happily, the reciprocation letting it know it was doing its duties right. This was wrong.

The thought flashed through Amon fast as lightning. He shoved the ghoul from his lap suddenly, watching as their face turned fearful for a moment, before they schooled it to its neutral position. They sat perfectly still, like a prey animal tensing before an attack. Eyepatch was scared of him, Amon realised as he saw them. The half kakuja was scared of him. He cursed. He held out a hand, gently reaching to the ghouls arm. The ghoul was clad in some of the clothes Amon had bought him, a tank top and some tracksuit pants. The moment his hand hit the ghouls skin it was like a dam broke.

“I-Im sorry!” The ghoul yelled out, before it covered its mouth, horrified at its own outburst. To its own horror, the words slipped out unbidden. “Don’t you want me? Am I doing something wrong? They’ll re-sell me if I'm defective! They’ll keep doing it until I’m fixed!” It choked out, hands finally clamping tight over its mouth as tears pricked in its eyes.

It was quiet for a momentz the ghoul shaking as it realised it's outburst. Amon was just sitting on the opposite end of the couch, just as shocked as the ghoul. He paused, his hand retracting. The ghouls mouth opened and shut a few times, shocked and confused.

“How can I help?” Amon asked. The ghoul blinked at him, startled. Amon was slow with his words and thoughts, struggling to put together his brain's jumble of thoughts. “I do… want you… You said you’re worried they'll… re-sell you?” He asked again.

The ghoul nodded, hesitantly. He slowly started to slip back into his composed posture, hands sloping into his lap. Eyepatch was staring at him now, waiting for his response.

“If I… use you…” He started, choosing his words as the ghoul chewed the inside of its cheek. He felt himself flush, shuffling at the edge of the couch as he averted eye contact with his attractive ghoul servant. “Will that make you feel better?” He asked, locking his eyes with the ghoul. The small thing looked startled still, like a frightened deer in headlights. Their shoulders slumped after a moment, and before Amon knew it he had a pile of ghoul in his lap again, their mouth against his skin.

He grunted, feeling the lithe figure latch its teeth down lightly on his skin. The ghoul was reactive when he carded his hands along its back, feeling its muscles and hard ridges. After so long of having eyepatch as a lapdog, he had almost forgotten this ghoul was incredibly strong. He heard them huff, their fingers lightly carding along the front of his clothes. The ghoul purred.

“Tell me what I have to do. I’m yours sir,” the one eye mumbled, licking its lips nervously before it kissed Amon again. The older man swallowed, deciding what exactly he wanted to have his… slave do. Whil he was lost in thought, the ghoul sat down in just the right spot on his lap, pressing down on his crotch in a way that had him wanting to fuck something.

“Stand up,” he ordered the ghoul, watching as they followed obediently. The ghoul stood in front of him on the couch. “T-Take of your clothes,” he stuttered, watching as the ghoul suddenly flushed, hands slipping to the waist of his shirt. He pulled it up and over his head, slowly, seductively, giving Amon a strip tease. The man gulped, feeling a tent in his pants form. He looked at his ghoul, taking in the muscular chest and stomach, the toned arms and lithe figure, smooth pale skin with very small amounts of white hair. The ghoul was looking at him, its hands dragging down to its pants as it started to take them off too.

It slipped its hands underneath the band of its pants, pulling the thin grey fabric down its thighs, revealing its boxers. Amon drank the sight, locking eyes with the ghoul in front of him. Gone was the black haired boy, who called out against him, fought him and defied him. In its place was a ghost. His ghoul kicked the pants away, standing in its boxers. Tehinevstoagtor vould see the ghouls cock through jits pants, its body reacting after all its training. Amon held up a hand.

“Stop.” The ghoul complied. He swallowed, thinking about what he should do next. He shuffled forwards on the couch, sitting on the very edge. He gestured to his hard cock in his pants. “Help me with this.” The ghoul was on its knees in a heartbeat, shuffling in between his legs spread wide. The ghouls hands were gentle over his pants, rubbing long lines up and down his thighs. A soft smile was on its face, one Amon knew was fake but chose to ignore when the ghoul slipped its fingers under his waistline, unbuttoning his jeans and looking up at him with asking eyes.

Amon raises his hips, letting the ghoul pull his jeans down.It was slow with his boxers, ist hands flitting across the fabric and getting soft gasps from Amnat the gentle touches. Its hands laid close to his hard cock, before following the seam of his boxers down father towards his balls, never fully touching but never missing. Amon felt arousal rise, a hot flush up his neck. Finally, the ghouls slid his boxers down and Amon relaxed on the couch, watching the ghoul hesitate in front of his large cock.

“What would you have me do sir?” It asked, one of ist hands coming up to cup his balls, lightly tracing a line down the base of his cock with two fingers, before he swirled his thumb around the head. Amon moaned, leaning his head back as he thought about the ghoul underneath him, its hands on his cock, almost naked, still looking up at him.

Amon huffed as he looked back down, one of his hands grabbing the ghoul underneath its chin and holding it up. The ghoul figured his game, immediately dropping its hands to ist lap and looking up with a false sort of naivety. It was one of the aspects of the sexual side of training, responding to the partner's attitude with the one most complimentary. Amon tried not to think about how the ghoul deduced the best role for him to play was the doting innocent, a sick replacement of what Amon had originally thought the ghoul might be.

“I want you to use your mouth.” He ordered, thumbing the ghouls cheek and watching as they shut their eyes, leaning into the touch. Eyepatch was good at playing his role. He removed his hand and the ghoul nodded, its mouth leaning into his cock along with one hand. The ghouls right hand wrapped around the base of his dick, while its mouth planted kisses along the side. It gently started jerking him off with its dominant hand, the left one landing on Amon’s thigh and rubbing the soft skin of his sensitive thighs. Amon heard the ghoul mumble small praises about how large he was, how attractive, and how strong. He ignored the heat swelling in his gut each time the ghoul looked up and called him ‘sir’ or ‘master’.

The ghoul licked the underside of his cock, flicking his tongue at the tip of Amon’s cock. The investigator moaned, feeling the warm wet tongue of the ghoul lick his tip, sliding along the slit where pre-cum had started to drop. It opened its mouth, taking Amon’s length down its throat, the hand that was on the base of his dick curling under to fondle his balls, stroke at the soft skin of his thighs and stimulate the surrounding areas. The ghoul moaned around its cock, and Amon looked down, seeing it was rock hard in its pants.

“Eyepatch,” he started, getting the ghoul's attention. The ghoul pulled off his dick, its hand immediately replacing his mouth and jerking him off while it looked up, mismatched eyes staring into his. “Touch yourself as well.” The ghoul looked taken aback for a moment, before one of its hands slid down his front, and pulled his cock from his boxers. Its dick was hard and red, and it didn't take its eyes from Amon as it touched itself, letting out an exaggerated moan that Amon knew was for his own benefit. That didn't make it any less hot.

The ghoul took him into its mouth again, sucking him on his cock while one hand rested on Amon’s knee for balance. The ghoul kept vibrating his cock with its moans and huffs, pulling its mouth off only to plant kisses and licks while it gasped at its own pleasure. It was like having his very own porn star, Amon thought as he watched the ghoul play up its sensations, giving amon the best head of his entire life. Still, the ghoul sitting there underneath him…

“Stop.” He ordered as his hands reached eyepatch’s waist. The ghoul raised to meet them, standing up as Amon held its waist in front of him. He gently yanked it forwards, before he laid them down longways on the rest of the couch. He saw a flash of fear through the ghouls eyes, and Amon momentarily realised the ghoul probably tight he was going to fuck him all the way. As satisfying as the idea of sticking his cock deep inside of eyepatch was, he wanted release soon, and waiting to prepare eyepatch would take too long. He grabbed a pillow from behind him, sliding it under eyepatch to give his lower half that boost, propping him high enough.

“Give me your hand,” he demanded, holding out one of his own. The ghoul immediately had a hand in his, and let the man move it to his lower stomach. Amon formed a cupped shape in the ghouls hands, before he slid his cock under the small tunnel he made. The ghouls hand remained firm on its stomach while Amon slid his cock against the smooth skin, his body brushing against the ghouls cock with every thrust. Eyepatch mewled, tossing his head back while the investigator fucked into his hand. Amon was pretending the hand was the ghoul, that the warmth around his cock was the inside of eyepatch rather than his soft palms. The ghouls other hand came up to match the tunnel, extending it and extending the feelings of friction.

Amon moaned, fucking into the ghouls hands faster, feeling his climax grow near. He heard the ghouls exaggerated moans, and leant further forwards, getting the ghoul cock to burhs under the base of his own while he fucked into the ghouls palms. He felt the wetness of its cock, the leaking head begging for release, as Amon soon found himself. He sped up his thirsts, his breath coming in small pants as all he coil think about was this stupid ghoul, the sweet thing underneath him, his slave, his pet, the first ghoul he fought by himself-

He came. The ghoul cupped its hands tighter around Amon’s cock as he rode out his high. He heard the ghouls' loud pornstar moans and felt stickiness underneath him. The ghoul had cum as well. He sat there for a bit, feeling the ghouls hands pull away, and Amon leant back, tucking his cock into his jeans again. He slid the pillow out from under the ghoul, and laughed when they flopped down, tired. For a sudden moment, they didn't seem like the ghoul he bought, but for a moment, almost a person as he giggled at Amon’s amusement.

Amon smiled as he laid his chest down on the ghouls, laying beside them and wrapping his arm around them. The ghoul hummed, its hands finding Amon’s neck and cheek and hair, rubbing comforting circles into every soft spot, muttering sweet nothings about how good Amon was, how amazing and powerful.

“My name's Kaneki,” The ghoul mumbled, its hands gently through his hair tenderly. Amon smiled as he ran his fingers along the ghouls waist. He felt them shiver.

Kaneki quickly became an aspect of his everyday life. He would wake up to breakfast and kisses, a warm body in his bed. He would leave to work with his laundry being taken care of, his house being cleaned and reports being finalised. When he would come home, Kaneki would be waiting for him with a small bow, ready to assist whatever it is Amon wanted from him. Amon would let him read his books and watch TV with him, before he would have Kaneki in his bed, having his way with the ghoul before he would wrap his arms around them, keep them close and safe, away from being resold.

Every day when he would take them to the training facility, they checked to see it was still performing its duties, making sure it was still controlled and formal. Sometimes they had Amon order him around, just to confirm the ghoul was still obedient. It still made him upset sometimes, that the ghoul he had fought all that time ago had been replaced by a creature of servitude… but he had faith he could bring them back, one gentle order at a time.

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Kaneki groaned, the feeling of soft lips marking purple patterns into his skin sending shivers up his body. His shirt had long been discarded to some odd corner of the room, his pants growing tight while Touka skimmed her hands over his waist and chest, her mouth following in suit. He hissed when she bit down lightly on his chest, and one of his hands came up to lightly shove her away with a huff. She snorted, kissing the spot she had bit as if it was an apology.

They had been fooling around for a while now, playfully shoving each other around while one or the other was on top, kissing and sucking and biting. Touka was on the bottom just a few minutes prior, keening with every light bite, soft moans spilling from her lips while Kaneki’s hands grabbed onto her lower thighs and hips, fingers slightly brushing over her sex. Her head would toss back, dark bangs carding off of her face, her hands coming up to tangle in her own hair as she pushed it from her face with every pleasurable touch. After a few minutes she had flipped him over with a sudden shove. She laughed at his yelp.

So now she had him down, her hands planted in his chest as she licked down the trail of his lower stomach. He squirmed, feeling ticklish under her mouth. Kaneki was in his boxers and a pair of shorts, while Touka had stripped herself of most of her clothing earlier, wearing a lacy black bra and regular black underwear. His eyes wept over the small curves of her body, the wider hips, ample breasts, and toned arms. Touka carried the bulk of her muscles in her legs, leading her to have wider hips and arse, thicker thighs and calves while her top side was prone to a leaner build. She was beautiful.

Her hands slipped under the waist of his pants, tugging the boxers and shirts of his figure. Kaneki huffed as he tossed his head back, covering his face in his arms in slight embarrassment at the girl with her hands rechecking for his hard cock. He whined when she wrapped a small hand around the base of his cock, twirling her hand as she started to move it up and down. Kaneki swore and grabbed onto the sheets next to him.

“Fuck, could have warned me,” he mumbled under his breath. Touka just huffed at him, her mouth planting a kiss to his inner thigh, mouth close enough to this cock to lead his mind down interesting paths.

“Kaneki, we’ve been brushing against each other for like, an hour-”

“Ten minutes isn’t an hour-”

“Keep being difficult and I’ll peg you.”

Kaneki blinked a few times, shocked. Touka was staring at him, unfazed, eyebrow raised as if to dare him to talk. He kept his mouth shut. She snorted before she started working her hand over his cock again, her mouth kissing along his member as he tongue ran over the slit. He hissed, trying not to buck his hips while Touka kept pleasuring him with her mouth and hand. She moaned around his cock, while one of her hands slipped into her own underwear, fingers playing with herself. It was the most attractive thing he had ever seen. He reached down and grabbed her free hand, suddenly yanking her up. She made a startled noise as she found herself on top of Kaneki’s chest, the older boy pressing a kiss to her lips. Her complaints turned into moans as she let him roll them over.

He kissed her sweetly, while his hands slipped in between her thighs, sliding under the bridging fabric that covered her. She moaned as Kaneki slipped two fingers inside, the inner walls of her vagina being slick and wet from how horny she was. While he ran his finger inside her, his thumb came up to rub against her clit, lightly circling the small bundle of nerves. Her hips jerked as she moaned into the kiss, her hands scraping scratches down his back, her sharp nails sending shivers along Kaneki’s back. His left hand, that had previously been rubbing circles into her thigh, reached up over her, grabbing at the drawer. He looked up from their kiss, pulling out a condom. Her eyes followed, lips slightly red from kissing.

“Do you want to?” He asked, making sure to clarify. She nodded quite casually, pushing Kaneki’s chest and shoving them up. He slipped his fingers from her, letting the girl take the condom from his hands. She tore the edge off, sitting with her legs in a double-u, breasts spilling out form the bra that was slipping down her shoulders. While she fiddled with the condom, he cupped one of her breasts with his hand, leaning in and kissing her again. She smiled, her hands swiftly rolling the condom down his cock. He groaned at the sensation, burying his head in the crook of her shoulder. Her hands started petting his hair, before she turned around. She slipped her underwear from her figure, revealing her sex. The thin dark hairs, neatly cleaned and trimmed.

She was on her hands and knees, waggling her hips at him. He snorted, grabbing onto her hips while he started lining himself up. She huffed, feeling the head of his cock slide into her. She groaned at his entry, her body accepting him quickly. He inserted himself fully, leaning over and resting his head against her shoulder again. It was sweet. She hummed, letting him enjoy the intimacy for a moment before she rocked her hips down on his cock, getting things going as she ground his dick inside of her.

Like a flick had been switched he was suddenly active, holding onto her hips while he fucked himself inside of her. She moaned, feeling the even pace of his cock inside of her, thrusting in and out in a gentle rhythm, hard enough to send dangerous shocks along her body but not so deep it hurt. She grabbed at the mattress sheet harder, hearing his soft moans and gentle huffs as he fucked her form the back.

Kaneki lent his head back and moaned, fucking himself in harder before he lent forward again. Some sudden urge overtook him, and he reached forwards, his hand grabbing her hair as he yanked it back. He heard the loud moan she let out, and he blinked, almost in shock at how receptive she was to his pulling. She cursed and he let go, pausing in his thrusts while she turned her head around.

“No, do that again.” She started, her mouth slightly open, panting, her eyes dilated and heavy. “It was hot, made you seem like an entirely different person.” She said, her face red and flushed while she licked her lips, looking back at Kaneki with a heated gaze. The boy frowned for a moment, feeling his eyebrow raise against his wishes.

“Should I… take offence to that?” He asked, feeling a laugh slip from his lips. She was an awfully blunt person when comfortable around others.

“No.”

He reached his hand back up as he kept thrusting, his hands sliding into the dark purple hair. He scrunched his fingers, taking a reasonable amount of hair into his hands as he pulled it back. He heard her moan, and watched as her head followed his hands back, bending her neck and spine while he kept fucking into her. She let out a groan.

“God, fuck yes!” She yelled out, moving her hips back in tandem while he kept fucking into her vagina. Kaneki couldn't help but smile, tugging on the stands every now and then, hearing her curse and moan. He let himself get lost in the feeling of thrusting inside of her, his cock delving into a soft warm space, slamming into her and knocking her hips forwards each time. He kept his hands tightly locked in her soft hair, pulling it back and exposing her throat. She bit her lips, bouncing her curved back onto his dick.

The small pain in her skull had never been more arousing, the sudden manhandling from the intimate and sweet boy was such a shock that Touka didn't know how to cope. She certainly wasn't complaining however, there was nothing wrong with switching it up. His thrust sped up and she was using all her effort to meet each one, her body eager and desperate for pleasure as a sudden and strange feeling engulfed her lower half, her legs shaking. Her body wanted to cum, but she was planning on holding off as long as possible, letting herself relish in the hard yank and thrust combo.

Kaneki hissed, letting her head back down for a moment as he slammed in deeper, leaning forwards as his cock swelled, balls drawing tight as he wanted to release. He grit his teeth as he pulled back on her hair again, the grip on her hips tighter, almost bruising. His body was itching with desperation as he kept fucking her watching her body shake and quiver, knowing it would be soon for her. She let out a loud moan suddenly, her hips jolting and her legs tensing as she came. Kaneki eased his thrusts as he came as well, thrusting slower as they both came down from their high’s.

His body felt tired and sluggish as he slipped his cock from her, quickly standing up from the bed to remove the condom, meanwhile Touka groaned and sank into the bed. Her arms spread out wide, taking up the whole width of the bed while she shut her eyes, sighing as she relaxed. Kaneki was quick to join her, sliding into the bed next to her and resting his head on one of her outstretched arms. This was his favourite part of sex. He almost purred as her hands ran through his hair, which reminded him.

“I didn't realise you were that into hair pulling,” he mumbled as one of his hands crept around her back, unclasping her bra and letting her breasts fall free. She let out a breathy laugh while she rolled onto her side, one hand reaching over Kaneki’s head while his face landed in her boobs. He ducked his head away and she let out a louder laugh again.

He sighed and nuzzled his head into her chest, relaxing against her skin. It wasn’t long before they fell asleep, naked on the bed.

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“Hey Kaneki.”

Hide leant back in his chair, watching as Kaneki continued to read his book, completely ignoring him. Hide huffed, feeling the cold hover of the night air. They were up on the balcony of their new apartment, sitting on chairs beside a small table, the railing just in front of them. They were on the fourth story of a five story building, just a few hours after dark. The moon was small, the streets were quiet, and Hide was on the verge of throwing his cup of water at Kaneki’s head.

“Kaneki!” He tried again, standing up and waving his hand in front of Kaneki’s book. Kaneki looked up, furrowed brows and a clearly not amused look on his face. Hide snorted, grabbing Kaneki’s book and flicking it onto the table, just after he slid the bookmark in place.

“What do you want?” Kaneki asked. He was wearing a black turtleneck jumper with grey tracksuit pants, his fingers rubbing together when the book was removed from his hands, no doubt affected by the cold. HIde was in a plain yellow T-Shirt, a puffy blue jacket over the top that kept him warm. He was also in trackies, same as Kaneki.

“Is wanting to talk to my boyfriend a crime?” Hide asked, folding his arms as he sat down on the table . He raised his feet up and sat them on the edge of Kaneki’s chair.

“No, but annoying me when I’m reading should be,” Kaneki muttered under his breath. Hide snorted, leaning down and cupping a hand around Kaneki’s cheek, bringing him in for a kiss. Kaneki huffed, turning to face Hide fully in the kiss, his arms wrapping over Hide’s shoulders while the other man planted his on Kaneki’s hips. The angle they were at was awkward, so Kaneki started to stand up, moving out of his chair to kiss Hide again. From the way the table was levelled, Hide had to look up now, just a little bit in order to plant another heated kiss on Kaneki's lips.

Kaneki huffed, his cold, slender hands cupping Hide’s cheeks. Hide shivered, his own hands grabbing firmer on Kaneki’s hips, keeping him in place. Kaneki’s kisses turned light and feathery, dotting small trails from his lips down his cheek and jaw, lightly brushing over his neck when Kaneki tilted his head up, giving him access. Hide sighed, his hands ;siding down to cup Kaneki’s arse, the smaller one almost making a squealing noise. Hide laughed and Kaneki pulled away.

“Do you want to fuck?” Hide asked, rubbing his hands together from the cold. Kaneki bit his lip and considered, before he nodded. Hide grinned and went to stand up, but Kaneki placed a firm hand on his chest.

“Nope. I’ll go get stuff.” Hide blinked in confusion, watching as Kaneki slinked inside. He didn’t understand why they couldn't both go in. It's not like they were gonna have sex out here right? Right? Kaneki returned after a moment, lube and condom in hand. He slipped them into his back pocket, his hand finding Hide against and kissing him harder. Hide bit back a small moan, his hands slipping in front of Kaneki’s pants while he started to lightly brush and tease the area. Kaneki let a near moan from his mouth, lightly biting on Hide’s lower lip and tugging. Hide followed Kaneki as he stepped back, hopping off from the table and pressing their bodies together, his hands back on Kaneki’s hip while he ground them together.

Kaneki gasped in the kiss, pressing back with equal fever while they rutted against each other on the balcony, the cold of the night slowly being forgotten as both started to squirm from pleasure. Hide barely had time to blink before he found himself pressed against the balcony edge. His hands grabbed the bar, looking at Kaneki who was pushing him slightly over it. Hide flet an excited thrill.

“We aren't going inside, are we?” Hide asked, pushing himself back up while Kaneki’s hands found his hips, grinding them together again. He hissed, leaning his head back. Kaneki was quick to start attacking his neck again.

“It’s not in my plan,” he muttered in a sultry tone against Hide’s ear. But he pulled back, looking into Hide’s eyes with his soft grey ones. “We can if you want to though…”

Hide paused, thinning about it. While it was certainly risky, there was an undeniable thrill at the concept of being engaged in such acts with the underlying fear of being caught, should someone look up. He shivered, latching his mouth onto Kaneki’s. He took that as an okay, and let his hands roam down to Hide’s pants, fingers slipping under his waist band as they teased against his half-hard cock.

“Hey,” Kaneki started as he pulled away, face blushed. Hide raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to go on. Kaneki seemed sheepish all of a sudden, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. “You don’t mind if I top this time, do you?” He asked, his eyes averting Hide’s for a moment. The other man broke out in laughter.

“Dude of course not!” He started, wrapping his arm around Kaneki’s shoulders and pressing a kiss to his lips. “Just cuz I prefer it one way doesn't mean I don't fuck with it the other way. Sex is sex, and you’re hot, so I’m happy anyway-”

Kaneki shoved his face away with a giggle and Hide joined him, letting Kaneki press him firmer against the bar of the balcony edge. Kanekis’ hands slipped back into his pants, cupping his cock and jerking him in his pants, slowly stimulating him to full hardness while Hide shimmied his pants down to his knees. Hide winced as the cold air brushed against his lower half, along with a sudden thrum of fear at their reckless behaviour. He shuffled forwards, tapping the side of Kaneki’s leg with his foot. Kaneki looked up, confused, as Hide suddenly kicked his legs up, wrapping them around Kaneki’s.

The ghoul caught onto them, shimmying them up to his hips where they could comfortably rest, putting Hide on an almost horizontal axis, giving Kaneki more axis. Hide seemed to be having the time of his life, feeling more secure than he should be with his hands and forearms flat against the railing, his legs around Kaneki’s hips. He heard the sound of a cap of lube flicking open, and looked to see Kaneki covering his fingers with the substance, rubbing his fingers together. He giggled.

“I warn you,” he started as his hands crept underneath Hide. “It’s cold.” Hide yelped as the cold substance was suddenly circling his hole, pushing into the thick rim of muscles via Kaneki’s finger. He hissed, feeling the lubed finger work itself inside of him. His exposed skin was riddled with goosebumps, freezing from the cold. Still, it did nothing to make his cock any less hard, erect and desperate for contact he knew he couldn't get right now. His hips jerked as Kaneki’s fingers slid against his prostate and he added a second, sliding inside of him.

Hide moaned, trying to keep his moans quiet as he was well aware he was very much visible should anyone look up. He felt an excited thrum in his body, and decided that was definitely something he and Kaneki needed to explore later. He felt Kaneki’s steadying hand on his hip leave, going to his pw pants to pull out his hard cock while a third finger slid inside of Hide. Kaneki was already hard, hs cock red and weeping, desperate for friction and contact. Kaneki’s eyes were dark with lust. Hide winced at the three fingers working inside of him, scissoring and spreading and making sure he was open wide enough. It felt odd to be so exposed while in such a position. He looked up and saw the cold night sky.

After a few moments, Kaneki’s fingers slipped from his hole and Hide sighed. He looked down to Kaneki, who was jerking his own cock a little, before he reached into his pocket. He frowned after a moment, looking back up at Hide.

“Do we need to use a condom or…?” Kaneki asked. Ghouls don't get STD’s, so it knocked out all of Kaneki’s concerns. However since Hide was bottoming this time, he wasn't as okay with the whole creampie thing as Kaneki was.

“Just don’t cum inside.” Kaneki nodded, placing one hand on Hide’s hip while the other lined his cock up with Hide’s opening. He huffed as he started to press in, his hand moving away to grab on Hide’s hip, holding him steady in the precarious position. Hide hissed, feeling Kaneki slip inside of him, a thrum of fear flicking through him as he looked down, noting the person wandering underneath them. His face turned red as he held back a moan. Who knew being so promiscuous was hot as fuck? Kaneki held onto Hide’s hips, bottoming out inside. Hide let out a huff, adjusting himself and tightening his grip on the railing. He lent forwards and kissed Kaneki, humming when the boy pulled out, before he fucked himself back inside.

Hide grunted, squeezing his legs tighter around Kaneki's waist. Realistically, he knew he had nothing to be scared of. Kaneki was a ghoul, who was not likely to drop his legs or let him fall. Still, each time Kaneki thrust himself inside, he felt a flush of horror, sudden unbridled fear he was about to go plummeting off the edge. And that was so sexy. He let out a moan, bringing his lips quickly after, swallowing down any loud sounds that might reveal them. He opted to panting and grunting, gripping firmly not the railing as his body felt pangs of pleasure.

Kaneki had set a steady pace, reasonable force and speed, a good blend of everything that led to a good fuck. He moaned against Hide’s shoulder, leaning over to pause for a moment. Hide felt confused for a moment, before Kaneki adjusted his hold on Hide’s hips. The taller boy didn't have time to question why before Kaneki thrust inside again, running his cock right along Hide’s prostate. He let out a moan, his face turned bright red as he definitely heard someone here underneath them. He heard Kaneki laugh.

“I thought you liked being the centre of attention?” He asked, a soft grin on his face as he glanced over the balcony, watching the person hurry along. Hide laughed, kissing his cheek as lent back to his spot.

“You’re so right, I totally should have been a porn star, have you seen me?” Hide joked, the embarrassment fading away as he laughed with Kaneki. This was good. God was this good, he thought as Kaneki kept up a fast pace, brushing against his nerves each time. He bit his lips as he felt another moan want to release, the shape pleasurable sensations driving him mad. Each time Kaneki pushed in, the head of his cock brushed right along his prostate before driving deep inside of Hide. The feeling was one he hadn’t experienced in awhile, and he had forgotten how great it was.

Kaneki tossed his head back with a groan, the feeling of warmth inside of Hide was so good. His hands shook as clutched onto Hide’s waist, watching in fascination as his cock disappeard into Hide with each move of his hips, fucking deeper into the human he had known his whole life. The feeling of Hide was all around him, squeezing him tighter as he felt his cock swell in pleasure, a pool of walmart building in his stomach his desire for release grew stronger. He picked up the pace.

“God that’s- that’s good, right there,” Hide moaned as his hands grabbed onto the railing tighter, feeling Kaneki thrust into him faster. He bit down hard on his lips, smothering every moan and yelp with groans and hisses, feeling his heavy cock slap against his stomach. Wordlessly, Kaneki reached his hand up from one side, grabbing onto Hide’s cock and jerking it along with his thrusts. Hide keened, on cloud nine. His whole body rocked forwards every time Kaneki thrust into him, and he loved the risk of it all. The cold against his skin, the warmth of Kaneki’s hands, the sensation of being fucked hard by his usually submissive boyfriend. It was perfect.

“K-Kaneki I’m gonna cum!” He yelled out, no longer caring if someone was walking underneath them, Kasneki was puffing, his head nodding in agreement. He dragged his fingers along Hide’s cock, rubbing the flat of his thumb along the tip while his hand curled around it. Hide came in a second. His hips jerked up, the thick strands shooting up his chest, getting on his clothes but he didn't care. Before he even had time to process, Kaneki’s face scrunched up and he pulled out, sliding his cock on top of Hide’s stomach while he came in his own hand.

It was peaceful for a moment, Hide’s legs shaking, both of them panting, the sound of a car driving by underneath them going unnoticed. Kaneki went forwards, pressing his forehead against Hide’s. The taller boy hummed, pushing himself off the railing and feeling his body shake as the adrenaline started to fade and the post orgasm haze set in. Kaneki helped him stand up and furrowed his brow when Hide winced, arching his back as he pulled his pants back up, not bothering to button them since they were definitely taking a bath.

“S-Sorry, are you okay?” Kaneki asked as his hands found hide’s face, cupping his cheeks sas he kissed them. Hide smiled into the kiss, his hands grabbing onto Kaneki’s waist lightly. Kaneki was blushed and happy, his eyelids drooping as exhaust set in.

“Absolutely, just tired. Bath?”

Kaneki nodded.

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Kaneki blinked, his eyes flicking open as the light of the morning crossed his eyes. He groaned, turning over and hiding his face in Hide’s chest. The other boy was starting to stir as well, no doubt being extra startled by the sudden movements of his companion. Kaneki shut his eyes again, sighing into the warm skin of Hide’s chest underneath him. Hide had turned on his side, wrapping his arms around Kaneki’s back while he buried his own face in Kaneki’s hair, no doubt also hiding from the god awful sun peaking through their blinds. Kaneki tried to shuffle his lower half further into Hide’s hold, when he found himself making a startled noise.

Hide was rock hard, meaning he couldn't quite press them together without… y’know. He felt and heard Hide laugh, his body shaking around Kaneki.

“Sorry about that,” he mumbled into Kaneki’s hair, lightly brushing down the white strands. Kaneki felt himself start to laugh as well. It was always awkward when one of them woke up with a boner, but it didn’t cease to be funny. It wasn’t something they could help. Kanek slipped his arms around Hide’s waist, opening his eyes against Hide and tilting his head up, catching Hide’s eyes, the other one pulling back to properly look at Kaneki. He smiled as he gave him a forehead kiss. Kaneki huffed, bringing his hands to his eyes and rubbing them, trying to get the sleep out of his eyes. Hide rolled sideways out of their embrace, laying flat on the bed. He looked down and scoffed.

“This is gonna be an awful half hour,” he mumbled, raising his hands over his head as he stretched. Kaneki sat up from under the covers, the sheets slipping down from his shoulders. Hide had pulled himself from the sheets, and Kaneki’s eyes dipped down to his very noticeable erection under his boxers. An idea flicked in his head, and he felt his own cock twitch at the thought. Before Hide could leave the bed, he lent forwards and wrapped his arm around Hide’s waist dragging him back down into the bed. Hide went to say something, but Kaneki quickly climbed on top of him with clumsy limbs, pressing firm kisses to his lips.

Hide’s eyes flicked shut as he hummed, his hands trailing up Kaneki’s naked back, before dipping down to almost cross the threshold to his tracksuit pants.

“This morning might go better than I thought,” Hide mumbled against Kaneki’s lips. Kaneki huffed, kissing on Hide’s jaw while the other kept his hands on Kaneki’s waist. Kaneki’s kisses were soft and uncoordinated, sleep still dragging his body into a laggy state, making him weaker and slower than usual. Hide didn’t object, letting his smaller boyfriend shower him in soft kisses, feeling his cock twitch in excitement as Kaneki’s mouth worked its way lower. He flicked his tongue out against Hide’s skin, licking off some of the salty sweat as he tasted his way down Hide’s neck, sucking on the skin while Hide’s hands wrapped tight on his waist. Hide moaned when Kaneki pressed his waist down, lightly grinding on the blonde, just enough to start sparking things into action.

The smaller boy yelped as Hide suddenly flipped them. He huffed as he moved them around, his body laggy and sluggish from sleep. He held Kaneki into the mattress while he sucked Kaneki's lower jaw. Kaneki whined, enjoying the sudden swap, and the sensation of alert, awakeness that started to flicker into his veins. It wasn’t much, but it was enough that when he lent his head up, he actually hit somewhere on Hide’s lips with his kiss. Hide laughed, his hands trailing down Kaneki’s waist as they thumbed the waistband of his tracksuit pants, slipping inside. Kaneki groaned, tossing his head back as Hide lazily started stroking him through his boxers, getting his cock all excited and hard. Kanekki huffed, his eyes shut as a wave of exhaust swept over him. He sunk into the blankets, feeling the soft warmth and the gentle hand on his cock, the warmth of Hide’s palm against his skin…

He forced his eyes open, looking up to see Hide blinking slowly, leaning in for a quick kiss as he started taking Kaneki out of his pants. They were both clumsy, Hide pulling his boxers and tracksuit down while Kaneki awkwardly tried to kick his legs from them, resulting in a far from elegant stripping. Still, Hide kissed his lip as he practically collapsed onto Kaneki, both of them laughing. Kaneki giggled as Hide pressed feather light kisses over his face, while Hide slowly started to pull himself back up, no doubt wanting to go back asleep, but far too committed to stop now that Kaneki was underneath him, naked, hard and waiting.

Hide reached over to the bedside table, fumbling at the draw while he tried to pull out the lube. Kaneki watched as he dropped it onto the floor.

“Fuck!” He yelled out, flopping himsefl half of the bed and trying to reach it. Kaneki just laughed at him, grabbing his arm and yankling him back onto the bed when he grabbed it. They were both sitting now, and laughing once again. “Sorry, this isn’t a very sexy morning,” Hide said with a yawn, covering his mouth as he gently nudged Kaneki’;s chest, pushing him back down onto the pillows and sheets. Kaneki smiled softly.

“You know I don’t care about that Hide,” he mumbled as he watched Hide kick his boxers off, pulling his erection from its confines. Hide clicked his teeth before crawling back over Kaneki, kissing him on the nose. Kaneki wrinkled his face up from the ticklish feeling. “Besides, what's the point in sex if it’s not fun, right?”

Hide nodded and pulled back, lube in hand as he coated his fingers.

“Just checking, are you all good with this?” Hide asked as he paused his lube covering, looking down at Kaneki with raised brow. The other one snorted.

“Yes, you can fuck me, don’t you think I would have said something by now-”

Kaneki suddenly yelped, covering his mouth with his hands as Hide thrust a finger inside of him. He barely even noticed Hide had gotten his fingers in that close. He let out a moan, tossing his head back into the soft, soft pillows while Hide’s finger curled inside of him, stroking against his walls and feeling for his prostate. His eyes flicked shut as he sighed, relaxing into the positive feelings and gentle caresses from Hide’s other hand, his cock twitching as thrums of pleasure shot through him each time his hips bucked and Hide’s finger slid against his bundle of nerves.

A second finger slid in, and the slight burn was washed away by a hand on his cock, jerking him more and stimulating him further. Kaneki moaned again, feeling the warmth and softness, the comforting contact and horny desires he felt inside of him. Two fingers became three, and Hide had opened him up thoroughly. He couldn't really tell how much time had passed, each blink felt like small sleeps where he was awoken by pleasure. He gasped when he felt Hide’s fingers slick out of him with a wet sound, adjusting his body as he knew what came next. Hide hummed, pouring lube onto his cock as he lined the tip up with Kaneki’s hole, leaning over him. Hide wrapped his hands under Kaneki’s back, lifting the ghoul from the mattress almost, pulling them closer.

“You all good,” he murmured as he pressed a sleepy kiss to Kaneki’s lips. The ghoul nodded, reaching his arms over Hide’s back while the other started to push inside. He keened, pressing his body up into Hides while his dick penetrated him, parting his insides and rubbing inside of him in ways that felt like heaven. Hide huffed, bottoming out inside of Kaneki, squeezing the smaller one closer. After a moment of stillness, he murmured a question, if it was okay to move. Kaneki nodded.

Kaneki groaned, feeling Hide move himself inside. His hands gripped tightly onto Hide’s back, pulling him closer while the other boy continued to thrust into him, deep, slow movements. Kaneki let out a moan, burying his mouth against Hide’s neck, sucking on the skin while Hide fucked into him, his cock nailing him deeply, a steady pace, however slow. Kaneki was knocked back with each thrust, his head brushing against the pillows behind them, hair sprawled out in a white halo.

Hide was panting into Kaneki’s ear, feeling the tight warmth of Kaneki;s body accepted him, squeezed him tight and filled him with pleasurable sensations. Hide moaned, speeding his pace but not losing the impact of the thrusts, the sweet sensations giving him energy he had been lacking all morning, the traces of sleep still in his eyes. He kept a steady pace, hearing Kaneki mewling and moaning and groaning, his sleep-addled brain uncaring or the loud sounds of the next hours. Hide was in the same shoes, ignoring the squeaks of the bed as he rocked Kaneki forwards with watch deep thrust, hearing Kaneki yelp each time he brushed the tip of his cock along his prostate.

He picked up in speed, fucking into Kaneki while the ghoul’s hand reached down form Hide’s back, grabbing his cock while he started ot jerk it, feeling his climax coming soon. Not as soon as Hide’s he knew, hearing the human groan and feeling their cock twitch deep inside of him while they fucked up into his organs. Kaneki lightly bit down on Hide’s shoulder, the human uncaring as his thrust grew unstable. Kaneki could feel it coming before Hide told him.

“F-Fuck I-”

“I know,” Kaneki cut him off as he suddenly moved his head around, kissing HIde’s lips while the human thrust in deep, cumming inside of him. Kaneki bristled at the sensation, wanking his own cock faster as his desire to cum increased. He felt Hide’s hand slid on top of his, assisting his up and down movements while he rode his high, gentle movements inside of Kaneki as he emptied the last of his sperm. Kaneki mewled, cumming hard into Hide’s hand while the blonde pulled his cock out, moving his hand away from Kaneki’s dick.

He let Kaneki flop onto the mattress, immediately hovering over him as he lowered himself onto his boyfriend, cuddling up in the blanket. Kaneki purred as he felt the warmth leaking from his body, curling into Hide’s warm hands and body, flicking his eyes shut as a new wave of tiredness slipped over him. He nuzzled his head into Hide’s chest, feeling the human wrap their arms around his back.

“We need to take a shower.”

Kaneki groaned, shaking his head. Hide just huffed out a laugh, kissing the top of Kaneki’s forehead.

“I’m tired, but we have to…”

“No.

“Kaneki, come on-”

“Five more minutes?”

They woke up an hour later, uncomfortable and sticky.

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On the evening of the aogiri raid, Amon had wandered home with a small huddle of ghoul in his arms.

During the raid, he happened to spy eyepatch below him, looking in a state. Filthy, torn clothes, covering a twig thin frame, seemingly have lost even more weight from his already lithe figure. The ghoul was fighting off some aogiri soldiers, though it seemed to be a losing battle. They knocked him to the ground, his, oddly enough, white hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. Amon wasn’t sure what possessed him to go down and save the ghoul, but he did anyway. The ghoul was exhausted, bloody and hurt. Amon was quick to scoop them up, carrying them bridle style in his arms. The injured ghoul had hissed, tucking its head into Amon’s chest, while it looked up through heavy eyes.

“It’s alright eyepatch…” Amon had mumbled. The ghoul shut its eyes, its body relaxing, and if that wasn’t a show of trust Amon didn't know what was.

He had carried them home, tended to their wounds and cleaned them off, finding his smallest clothes to clad the little ghoul in. Since then, eyepatch had been living in his apartment, a small ghost that rarely left Amon’s bedroom. Amon had been sleeping on the couch since he brought them home. They were shy, and the moments where it slipped out of Amon’s room, hands scrunching tightly on its shirt to come sit beside Amon, ‘watching TV’ with him. In truth the ghoul often just watched him from the corner of its eye. One evening, it simply turned to his face.

“My name’s Kaneki.”

And then the ghoul was in his room again. Their relationship had evolved since then, the small thing not wearing its mask anymore, revealing the younger looking man with round cheeks and large lashes and eyes. Amon had let the ghoul leave his apartment every now and then, slinking out to take food from sources that Amon wasn’t privy to, however the ghoul had sworn he wasn’t hurting humans. The ghoul had started to cook for Amon, sitting down with him at dinner as they had idle chatter. It was rather nice, coming home to a sweet face after work, however quiet the ghoul was. They answered most of his questions. His name, age, and reasoning for saving him. The ghoul was quite obedient now that he knew Amon was trustworthy.

He left the apartment more often than not now, coming back at least once a week to talk to Amon, sit beside him on the couch and lean to close, fall asleep on his shoulder and have to be carried off to bed. Anon didnt sleep on the couch when the ghoul was visiting anymore, laying down with Kaneki instead and tucking them into his chest while the stronger looking ghoul purred. His muscles had filled out, his body toughened. He was doing something, but Amon trusted he wasn’t endangering humans, not after the ghoul had murmured that he was part human one night where they were half asleep in each other's arms.

Now they were on his bed, the morning after that small whisper. Amon had the ghoul practically on top of his chest, underneath their covers. He hummed and tucked his head down into the crook of Amon’s neck, laying with his stomach down on Amon, practically sinking into his skin. Amon’s hands were on his back, slipping under the ghouls shirt to press against the warmest point of its back, feeling the ghoul shift and humm in delight. Amon didn’t question the lips on his shoulder, knowing it wasn’t a bite. Then the ghoul kissed the skin, lightly sucking on the flesh as it trailed its kisses upwards. Amon shivered, squeezing the ghoul tighter against him. He would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about the ghoul in that way. Not once did he think it was returned however.

Kaneki pressed his hands down into the bed, pushing himself off Amon’s chest as he looked down to the older man, his grey eyes blinking like a wise old owl. He chewed on his lip, looking down at Amon with a question. The investigator sighed as moved a hand to the back of Kaneki’s head, pressing his head down and pushing their lips together. The ghoul groaned, pressing itself down and almost grinding their lower halves together. Amon hissed against the kiss, pressing the ghouls head back with his firm kiss, pushing them up into a sitting position, the ghoul in his lap while they made out for the first time.

Kaneki groaned, wrapping his arms around Amon’s back while he pulled himself close, affirming his spot in Amon’s lap. The investigators hands trailed lower, while one stayed in the ghouls hair, lightly pulling on the strands. His other hand was flat on his back, pushing him into his hold while it steadily slipped lower, cupping the curve of his arse. Amon deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into the ghouls mouth and hearing the soft sound they made. Kaneki’s hands brought up to his face, grabbing the man’s cheeks as he pulled away, catching his breath. He blinked up at the man, face flushed and lips red. He seemed abashed all of a sudden, tilting his head away while he rested his head on Amon’s chest.

“Is this okay?” The ghoul asked, nuzzling his head under the man's chin, no doubt feeling the stubble of his chin. Amon hummed, his hand gently rubbing on Kaneki’s back.

“Beyond okay.”

The ghoul hummed, its hands trailing patterns down Amon’s sides, the skin warm and sensitive under his chilled fingertips. Amon never wore a shirt to bed, and the ghoul was more than happy to lock its lips onto the flesh, kissing down his chest and stomach. He made a startle sound as Amon swiftly grabbed them by the waist, manhandling them back down onto the bed. Kaneki blinked up at him, shocked but not complaining when the man kissed him rougher, pressing him down but his waist into the bed.

He let out a moan as the man ground their hips together, rubbing their cocks through their pants, starting to give their bodies friction as the energy grew heated. Kaneki keened up into the man's hips, thrusting himself against the large man on top of him. Amon grunted, squeezing his hips tighter as he pinned him down, grabbing his arms and sandwiching them to Kaneki’s side. He hissed, his legs momentarily tightening with tension as something akin to terror shit through him, maybe being held down was to familiar of a feeling. The investigator noticed, and eased his hold, sliding his hands back onto Kaneki’s skin as he tucked then under Kaneki’s waistband

The ghoul moaned as the human took hold of him in his hand, hand under both his boxers and shorts, tugging him to a point of erection. He moaned, grabbing onto the sheets underneath him as the man jerked him towards half hardness. His hands shot up, wrapping around the investigators back with a light keen. The man's hand was rough against the sensitive skin of his cock, rubbing his fingers around his head, dragging on the foreskin and making the ghoul buck their hips up. Amon huffed, watching as Kaneki turned red and needy underneath him, mewling and panting and begging at his contact, at his touch.

“You look good like this Kaneki,” Amon mumbled, slowing his strokes as he watched the ghouls' eyes flutter open, looking up at him with a half-lidded gaze. They flushed a brighter red, tilting their head to the side and away from Amon.

“That's embarrassing…” Kaneki mumbled, his hands folding down Amon’s back to rest on his lower spine. The older man sat up on his knees, leaving the smaller on the bed, confused. Kaneki sat up, his cock hard and visible through his pants. Amon swept his eyes over the ghoul, noting the slumped shoulders and slow blinking eyes. Eyepatch was waiting on him. He sat back on his arse, opening his legs and looking down at his own half-hard cock.

“I feel pretty left out Kaneki,” he started, watching as the ghoul perked up. He slipped his hand down his pants, shuffling himself out of his pants until they were around his knees. The ghoul eyes were locked on his cock in his hands. “Come help.”

The ghoul was on him in a flash, a thin hand wrapping around his cock while his lips landed on Amon's. He moaned, feeling the ghoul quickly start to work his dick, jerking him and running his fingers down the base of his cock, cupping his balls before trailing them back up and testing his hand around the shaft. Amon cursed, bucking his hips into the ghouls hold. Kaneki hummed, unbothered, as he started kissing Amon’s jaw and throat, sucking on the skin. Amon groaned at the feelings, the ghoul hot mouth on him and warm hand on his cock. A sudden thought flashed through him. If only it was the ghouls mouth on his cock instead.

“Kaneki,” he said, getting the ghouls' attention. They broke the kiss immediately, sitting back and waiting. The ghoul responded to each beck and call, eager to please. It explained why the ghoul would cook for him, or help him with laundry and reports. The ghoul wanted to be of use. “Hop off the bed.” Kaneki flashed him a look before sliding off the bed, awkwardly dropping down to his knees as he seemingly knew where this was going. Kaneki still took a deep intake of breath when Amon presented his cock to him, sitting off the edge of the bed, his dick level with Kaneki’s lips.

“You know what to do.”

Obediently, the ghoul complied. Kaneki lent his head down, licking a long stripe up the base of his cock to the tip, swirling his tongue around the head while his hand started jerking him off. Amon hissed, his hand grabbing Kaneki’s hair, and tugging on the silvery locks. The ghoul purred against his cock, its cheek nuzzling into the hard flesh while it moved its head around to the front, opening its mouth as it slipped the tip inside.

He sunk his mouth down on the man’s cock, eyes flicking up to make eye contact with the investigator while he moved his head down, deepthroating the man. Amon moaned, yanking the ghoul head off his cock before forcing it further down. Kaneki groaned around his members the vibrations sending pleasurable sensations up Amon’s body. His cock was hard in the ghouls maw, touching the back of his throat each time the ghoul forced it's head down, shutting his eyes as it resisted the urge to gag. Amon watched in fascination as Kaneki’s lips stretched thin and red around his cock, the pink pouty lips growing irritated from the wide spread from Amon’s girth.

He watched as Kaneki started shifting awkwardly, trying to give his boner friction while still pleasuring Amon, the other pleasure being his main goal. Amon yanked his head off his dick, and the ghoul looked up at him with confused and horny eyes.

“Use your other rhand to touch yourself,” Amon ordered. He watched the ghouls face glow in delight, probably from both the order and the nature of it. His right hand dropped down to his cock while he opened his mouth again, sucking on Amon’s penis with renewed vigour. The older man let go of Kaneki’s hair, smoothing down the strand instead of yanking on them. Kaneki purred at the soft contact, taking a moment to paint beside Amon’s sick as he roughly jerked himself off. Amon met him, resting the ghouls head gently on his thigh while they maimed and tesnesed, feelings of pleasure overcoming their ability to properly please Amon.

Their face scrunched up, but they soldiered on, moving their head back in front of Amon’s weeping cock, rubbing their tounge along his slit while they savoured the salty flavour. He opened his jaw, letting the cock slide into his mouth again, the thick organ pressing into the back of his throat, pushing his tongue down into lower jaw and filling his mouth with he most wonderful of flavours. His hand ran along his own cock furiously, rubbing and ticking and rutting into his won hand while he pleasured the large man, his hand still on his hair, gently soothing while he grew ever closer. He pulled his head off and moaned, feeling his cock leaking in his hands, thick white liquid dripping from his cock while it twitched, desperate to cum. Kaneki looked up to Amon with an eager plead.

“You can cum Kaneki.”

The sound of his deep voice broke a dam. Kaneki maimed hard, releasing into his hand while he shivered, resting his head back on the investigators thigh. Amon didn't mind that Kaneki came before he did, stroking his hairs and gently shushing him, murdering compliments and praise under his breath. Once he calmed down, like a sleeper soldier suddenly springing into action, his mouth was back on Amon’s cock, sucking and kissing and rubbing.

Amon let out a hiss, bucking his hips into the ghouls throat as he came. Kaneki swallowed his seed eagerly, pulling his mouth off and resting his tounge under the man's tip as he finished cuming. Kaneki swallowed the thick liquid, enjoying the salty taste. Kaneki blinked in shock as Amon slid down onto the ground next to him and scooped him up, placing the ghoul in his lap. Kaneki purred in content, breathing heavily against the equally puffed investigator, both laying against the bed.

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Haise hissed, slipping into Arima’s car with the clumsy gait of an injured man. He clung onto his left shoulder, a large wounding bleeding profusely over his shattered limb. He fucked up big time.

It was supposed to be a simple mission with the quinx, but Urie got cocky again and tried to handle more than he could chew. Haise had to step up and be on the receiving end of the enemy ghoul’s blows, the thing knocking him about like a ragdoll. It was unacceptable. He knew how bad it was, because Arima refused to let him hear the end of it. The man sat beside him in the car the whole trip back to Arima’s, berating him like some child.

“I went out on a limb for you Haise.” Haise knew that.

“You’re in a precarious situation.” Haise knew that.

“You need to be stronger.” Haise knew that.

Arima hadn’t helped him from the car, nor did he help the battered man into his house. Hasie practically collapsed onto the couch, groaning as he felt his broken ribs shift inside his chest. It took Haise until he was laying on the man’s couch, looking up at his ceiling to realise Arima had brought him to his house instead of the chateau like he said. Haise blinked, a sudden feeling of panic washing over him as he hurried to sit up, not wanting to express any more vulnerability in front of Arima. The man was already walking over though, slow and collected, wearing his usual suit. Haise swallowed nervously, remembering the last time he had disappointed Arima with renewed vigour. He could still taste the man down his throat.

He shimmied to a more comfortable spot in the couch, pressing his back against the soft cushion and flicking his eyes shut, uncaring forth blood he was oozing onto Arima's couch. He wasn’t healing as fast. He was hungry, his stomach aching with a burning desire to be fed. When he met Arima’s eyes, he knew he wouldn't get that. The man bent down, squatting in front of Haise. He raised a hand up, grabbing HIase’s china nd angling him down, making them have eye contact. Haise could barely see Arima's eyes through the sine on his glasses. His heart picked up in speed as the man stood back up, hand still on his chin, towering over him while he forced their head up.

“You know I can’t just let you get away with this, right?” Haise felt his eyes well up. Still, he bit his lip and nodded, mentally preparing himself for whatever was to come. Arima huffed, letting his chin drop while he slinked away into another room, before returning a moment later with a small tube of lubricant. He dropped it into Haise’s lap.

“Stand up.” Haise struggled to his feet, his body exhausted and pained, yet he still clutched the lube bottle in one hand. Arima looked him up and down, noting the torn uniform and bleeding wounds, the misshapen chest and arm. He wrinkled his nose slightly, his disappointment being the most obvious of any of his emotions. Haise looked down to the ground in shame.

“Open yourself.”

Haise snapped his eyes back up, startled. Arima looked unbothered, hands slipping into his pants to undo the button and zipper, fingers slipping down to jerk his soft cock. He looked down at the bottle of lube in Haises hands and looked back at the younger male. Haise swallowed, anxiously shifting.

“Bend over the couch,” Arima ordered, pointing with his head as he pulled his half hard cock from his pants, quitting his ministrations while he helped ‘guide’ Haise to his spot on the couch. Aka, Arima grabbed his wounded shoulder and manhandled him to the couch, forcing him to rest his chest over the edge to it while he bent in half. He shut his eyes while his good hand grabbed onto his belt buckle, undoing the pants that shield him from Arima’s gaze. He let out a soft whine from embarrassment, fear and sadness as he tugged down his boxers, stepping out of them. He gasped when he felt Arima’s hands on his arse, his body curling away as he shut his eyes, his bad hand just barely holding the lube bottle.

He reached his good hand back over the edge of the couch, undoing the cap and covering his finger in the moist liquid. He shivered in fear, feeling Arima’s hands move off from his arse and hearing the following sound of jerking. He moved his hand around again, sliding one finger against his own hole. He soared a glance back and saw Arima watching him, his gaze unsympathetic.

“D-Do I have to?” He mumbled, feeling his body quiver. “I’ll do anything else-”

“Hurry up Haise. I can’t spend every minute on you.”

So he slid a finger inside. He hissed, feeling the finger slide in with ease, his own hand steadily working the digit inside, moving ti around inside his arse while he started to squirm, the sensation of finger fucking jimself while Arima wetached being to much to bare. His eyes snapped shut as he kept going, his finger moving around in search of his prostate, aiming to make himself feel as good as he could with how this was going to go. Each deep breath hurt his ribs and chest.

He let out shaky moan as his finger found it, another digit sliding into his rim as he tried to open himself up, hearing Arima breath behind him, no doubt still stroking his fat cock, just waiting to shove it inside of Haise and break whatever he could, to own Haise entirely and completely. For a moment Hiase wondered if the person he used to be would let this happen. Maybe they would turn around and bite Arima’s head off instead, maybe he would enjoy it, maybe he would never have gotten hurt in the first place. He moaned as he scissored himself, too lost in through to properly care about the man behind him.

He was on the verge of adding a third finger when Arima suddenly grabbed him by the bad arm. Haise yelped in pain, his shock only furthering as Arima shoved him against a wall, pressing him flat against it while he poked hi cock against Haise’s back. The small ghoul shivered.

“Arima I’m not- Argh!”

Haise cried out as the man forced his cock inside, a sharp burning sensation immediately undermining the previous feelings of pleasure he had let himself feel, his half hard cock almost wilting down. He bit down on his teeth while Arima yanked him back, bending over forwards and pressing his face into the wall. Haise grabbed at the white walls as best as he could,m preparing for the onslaught. In one swift move, Arima pulled almost all the way out before slamming his cock back in, tearing into Haise’s already injured opening. The ghoul cried out, arching his back to try and move away but only succeeding in agitating his broken ribs.

“A-Arima wait-” He cried out again, to no avail as the man started a brutal pace, slamming into him roughly with each powerful force, pressing Haise further into the side of his wall, the ghoul gnashing his teeth together as a sudden pain fuelled rage filled him. In the corner of his eyes, he saw a man with white hair, and he knew it wasn’t Arima. It was the other version of himself, lingering in the back of his mind, begging to be freed, to be heard, to be seen. But he didn’t want to look. So he shut his eyes, and relaxed his muscles best he could, relenting to Arima’s painful punishment.

He let out pained moans every time Arima would thrust into him, pressing him further into the wall. His fingers scrunched up against the plaster, small flecks breaking off under his nail as he tried to hold himself still, much to his failure. His head was pressed against it, face looking out the window in Arima's apartment, wishing he could just… leave. His back hurt from the constant assault and the awful position, irritating his still healing body. It jostled his broken ribs with every agonising beat inside of him, the man’s cock penetrating his insides and harming him further.

He started crying, his good hand reaching down to rub at his own cock, deciding to make the best of the situation. His insides hurt, his hole was bloody, a few small drops flicking to the floor with each dive into his organs. Somehow this was worse than being injured in the first place. He swallowed a sob, his body shaking as he felt his cock start to drip pre-cum, his body seeing past the pain to accept the pleasure, the rapid brush of the man’s cock along his walls, rubbing into his prostate with each deep thrust, adjusting his innards and making space for itself inside his lithe and small body.

Arima’s hands were tight on his hips, keeping his arse at the perfect point to slam into him, roughly forcing him into place. He ignored Haise’s sobs, fucking the ghoul with a kind of sadistic lust that was only possible if you truly didn’t care. At least, that was Haise’s interpretation as he felt plaster flake under nails, watched a car drive by outside, rubbed his fingers around his cock and brought himself closer to cumming. That's what he thought when eh feltArima’s cock swell, twitching inside of him as he came closer to releasing.

Haise flicked his eyes shut with a sob as he came, bucking his hips into his hand as cum dropped onto the floor of Arima’s pristine white apartment. His body was shaking when Arima drove deeper inside of him, cumming with something akin to a moan, the quiet man taking a deep breath as he released his seed inside of Haise, decorating his organs with thick trails of semen. Haise dropped to the floor when Arima let him, his naked lower half tucking up to his chest as he curled up in a pile of blood of cum, uncaring for the sticky substances. His vision gazed up to the dark night sky, watching a bat fly by his window.

He fell asleep on the floor, and woke up on the couch, clean clothes and clean body, back and arse hurting, the taste of blood fresh in his mouth. He looked up to see Arima dressed in his work uniform, making them coffee,

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Hide shifted uncomfortably in bed, his erection pressing against thigh and rubbing him in all the wrong ways. He groaned into his psalm as he slapped them over his face, burying himself in shame and guilt from his ridiculously hard boner. Stupid sex dream. All he wanted was to take care of the situation, but that begs the question… Is it morally acceptable to jerk off to a sex dream about your best friend? Is that allowed?

He decided that no, no it wasn’t, no matter how good the dream was. Since Kaneki had returned for his time with Jason, he had filled out all those good spots. He had abs now, pecs, muscular arms but still kept his lithe physique. He was strong and sturdy, sharper angles yet the small traces of baby fat resided in his cheeks. Though smiled and laughed less, he certainly had an attractive allure now, a sense of mystery from his newer attitude. His hair was pale and white, looking similar to snowy skies and clean sheets, a sense of coldness to it that just added to his overall newer aesthetic. The sportier clothes, the baggy black tracksuits and tighter fitting tops that really didn't hide much… God he was hot now. Not to say he wasn’t cute before with his blushes and black hair, all soft edges and chubby cheeks.

He hissed, rolling his stomach and resisting the urge to buck his hard cock into the mattress. He smothered his face in the pillows, his hands grabbing onto the sheets as he teetered on the edge of immorality. He shut his eyes, trying not to think about how good his dream was. It had started off simple, with Hide coming home from work to catch Kaneki lounging on his bed, a new habit of his. Any time Hide left the house, Kaneki gravitated to areas that smelt like him, since Kankei often stayed with him when he wasn’t off being batman.

Hide dropped his things on the chair, moving into his bedroom to find Kaneki lounging in it, wearing some of his older clothes. A soft knitted sweater and baggy jeans, laying half on his side and half on his back, his head almost dangling off the bed. He looked up with round grey eyes, looking at hide as he stepped into the room. He shuffled, his chest arching up as he blinked and scratched like a cat, his arms stretching out and brushing against the floor, skinny hands and black nails carding along the wooden floor. He hiked his knees up before he flipped his body up, back circling as he tucked his chest to his knees, placing his hands on the soft mattress as he looked over his shoulder.

“Hello Hide,” he practically purred, spinning around and standing from the couch slowly, walking towards HIde with a sultry sway. He swung his arms over Hide’s shoulders and lent against him, taking a deep inhale. Hide felt himself shiver, Kaneki not usually being so forward and contact willing. He nuzzled his head into Hide’s chest, the white hair brushing up against his chin while Hide’s hands glided along his back, feeling his muscles underneath the soft brown sweater. Kaneki pulled his head away, looking up into HIde’s brown eyes with his wide all consuming stare. In a swift move his lips met Hide's, his hands curling up into blonde hair, pressing their bodies tightly together.

Hide groaned, sliding his hands down to Kaneki’s arse, pressing the smaller boy against him, feeling them purr into the kiss, grinding their lower halves together in gentle circling motions, moaning into his lips and lightly chewing on the bottom one, pulling on hi wlip in a way that wa just short of violent. Hide followed him to the bed, where he promptly pressed him down into the mattress, all clothes forgotten as they were suddenly naked. His eyes swept over Kaneki’s figure, his hands following as he felt up the boy he had known for years, hearing them shiver and writh underneath him, eyes looking up, hands by his side as Hide started pinch his nipples between thumb and index, rolling the sensitive buds while he pressed a knee into Kaneki’s crotch-

Hide let out a groan as he rolled over onto his back, slipping his hands down his pants as all concepts of morality fled from the window in a lusty rush. He hissed when he cupped his cock, bucking into his own hand as the visuals played in his mind, his body wishing it was something else. He shut his eyes, letting his brain play the images on loop, while he shuffled from his shorts, letting his cock slip from his shorts while he jerked himself off, finally giving his body that sweet friction.

He tossed his head back, savouring the feelings of his hand around his cock, keeping a quick pace as his body went wild with pleasure and need, Kaneki being the only thing on his mind, in his thoughts, driving him to such points of madness. He let out a moan, his legs tensing into the mattress as his cock twitched, white liquid starting to drip down from his tips, his hands smearing down his cock. All thoughts but Kaneki left his mind, concerns and worries vanishing in a blink as he lost himself in his fantasy.

He had Kaneki on all fours, held onto their hips in a vice grip and fucked into their small hole, cock sinking into his flesh with each powerful thrust from behind, rocking him forwards. Hide moaned, feeling Kaneki’s warmth around him, seeing them arch their back and send heated looks over her shoulder. Kaneki’s face was the example of the word debauchery, looking fucked out and horny, biting their lips while Hide fucked into them roughly, forcing his cock inside and bringing himself closer and closer to cuming-

“Ahem?”

Hide sat up with a start, dropping his hand from his cock that was so, so close to a release. He blinked, feeling shocked before a horrifying realisation dawned on him. Kaneki was standing in his doorway, looking quite shocked, if not also confused. When he had come home, Hide didn’t know. All he knew was that he didn't shut the door to his bedroom. Hide turned bright red, shuffling back on the bed and grabbing a pillow to cover himself.

“Well this is-”

“-Were you saying my name?”

Fuck. In the heat of the moment, it was lost on Hide that he was being quite vocal. Vocal with names as well. He was saying Kaneki’s name oh dear fuck-

He stuttered, looking away from Kaneki, feeling guilt crash into him. He was just jerking off to his best friend. And the worst part was, he wanted to continue. He wanted to keep thinking about fucking Kaneki while he fucked his hand, he wanted to cry his name when he came, and he wanted Kanek to watch. He tried to turn his brain off when Kaneki glided over, wearing his all black clothing. He gingerly sat down on the bed in front of Hide, examining the blonde with an expression he couldn't quite figure out. But he didn’t need to.

Kaneki was on him in a flash, lips against his and hands on his waist, pushing Hide back down onto the bed. He groaned into the kiss, his brain and heart leaping with joy over this turn of events. Kaneki’s hand grabbed onto his, guiding it back to his hard red cock. Hide hissed as both hands wrapped around the base of his dick, and his eyes flicked open to meet Kaneki’s metal eyes. They were firm, and hard, and so unbelievably hot.

“Keep going.”

Hide was not one to complain. He picked his pace back up, his hip jerking with each thrust upwards, the tip of his cock brushing along Kaneki’s stomach as the other boy hovered over him, kissing his neck and face and shoulder, hands glossing over his body in soft ministration, watching him touch himself to the thought of him, to the feel of him.

Kaneki didn't take his eyes off Hide, eyes glancing down to watch the blonde furiously wank off underneath him. Kaneki kissed his jaw, moving his lips down his neck while Hide made sweet sounds, his body urging itself for release. Kaneki wasn’t shocked when Hide came with a yell of his name, jerking his hip upwards into his own palm, no doubt imagining it was some form of Kaneki’s body instead. His best friend didn’t mind, tucking their head into the corner of his neck and shoulder while he came down from his high, gently soothing the blonde as he laid down beside them, curling them into his chest.

Hide was puffing against him, tucking his arms around Kaneki’s waist while he stuck his head under ther chin.

“Fuck. I’m sorry-”

“It’s okay,” Kaneki murmured, running his hands along Hide’s spine, feeling each gentle ridge. Hide hummed.

“It’s not though, I shouldn’t have done that,” he confessed, feeling his mind go clear after his orgasm, his body relaxing into Kaneki’s hold as his mind scolded him of being so immature and hormonal.

“How long?” Kaneki asked as he pulled his head away, looking into Hide’s eyes without a trace of judgement, oddly enough. Hide licked his lips, tasting Kaneki and realising that maybe he wasn’t as far wrong as he thought. “How long have you thought about me like th- How long have you… liked me?” He asked, one of his hands coming up to cup the base of Hide’s neck.

“Since middle school.”

Kaneki’s eyes widened in shock.

“That’s a long time…”

“It is.”

Kaneki went quiet, arching his neck down to kiss Hide on the lips again. Hide made a soft sound of joy, his hands holding Kaneki’s figure closer to himself.

“I’ve only liked you since high school.”

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If you asked Hide, omega’s and alphas were somewhat.. ridiculous. He was allowed to say this, seeing how his best friend since elementary was an omega, and their new girlfriend was an alpha. As a beta, Hide was glad to say he took no part in ruts and heats… At least, from a biological point of view. In truth, dating both an omega and an alpha meant Hide was there for both of them when their hormones decided to take them to pound town.

Which was what had happened to them now. Kaneki had been feeling off all week, and mentioned to Hide more casually than he expected that he might go into heat soon. The white haired man had flushed when he said it still, folding his arms on the table and plopping his head down on them. It was a pain for Kaneki every time it happened, though he usually took suppressants to keep it at bay. Especially now that he was renowned as centipede, he made sure to keep a tight lock on his second gender, only letting a few know. It wasn’t as if he was ashamed of it, it was just a safety precaution. If other ghouls knew his hormones were more susceptible to external influence, who knew what they would try.

And as for Touka, she had mentioned that her rut’s are mainly triggered by omega’s in heat, but she usually took herself from the situation before things got out of hand. After starting to date one however, her perspective of things had started to shift. She had already had a conversation with Kaneki about it, both of them expressing what their plans were in case of their hormones taking their common sense out of the picture. Hide got the basics of it.

If Kaneki stopped taking his supplements so his body could have a heat, then Touka would be allowed to have sex with him in her rut. The topic of pregnancy was brought up, and both decided it would be best to use condoms, since they weren't in the right situation for a child. The word yet, slipped out of Touka’s mouth however, and Kaneki flushed. Hide was, of course, welcome to join in whatever way he wanted. If Kaneki got tired he could help Touka, or vice versa. He was essentially the perma-switch now that he thought about it. He giggled to himself as he walked back up to their bedroom.

They all shared an apartment, living on the top floor, furthest from the stairs and elevators. Which was definitely a good thing, because when Hide walked closer to the door to their room, he could hear the sounds of moans and grunts. He winced as he looked around the hallway, almost wanting to apologise to their neighbours. Still, he shrugged his shoulders and walked inside. The air was thick with hormones that Hide could practically smell, despite his beta nose. It was warm and hot, and Touka and Kaneki had been at it for a while now. Kaneki’s heat only lasted a few days, which Hide was grateful for. He dumped his shopping down on the ground, grabbing the extra supplies he had brought.

Kaneki and Touka had stopped, both no doubt asleep for now. He carried the tissues and water bottles into the bedroom, placing the water on the nightstand while he started patting down Touka and Kaneki. Both were naked and sweaty, Kaneki’s skin feverish to touch. Touka was still inside Kaneki, her knot starting to fade away while they snoozed for a small period of time. She blinked her eyes open at Hide, feeling him rub the traces of Kaneki’s cum off her stomach. She hummed.

“Thanks…”

She fell back asleep after that. It was day two of Kaneki’s heat, and things were still high in energy. Hide was sitting on the bed, lounging on the pillows while he ran a comforting hand along Kaneki’s arm, lacing their fingers together while he started shivering, Touka’s fingers deep inside off him, making sure he was still open and slick filled. She pulled her fingers out after they brushed along his prostate, stimulating the half ghoul while he writhed, his hips bucking up in heated emotions.

“Well, don’t you produce a lot of slick,” she muttered, grabbing the underside of Kaneki’s knees and hiking them up, forcing his legs up and moving his hips in a way that exposed his hole. Hide’s eyes flicked around to watch, his cock hard and throbbing at the sight of Kaneki leaking slick down onto the mattress, rim red from overuse and legs shaking as they had to support themselves. His strength was at an all time low, needing Hide to carry him to the cold water bath when his heat slowed down, his body entering a refractory period whenever Touka exhausted herself and went to sleep, her hormones weakening.

“Just hurry up,” he moaned out, pressing his hips down towards Touka, begging her for a good fuck. Hide laughed, reaching over the bedside table and grabbing the condom, waving it in front of her face, forgotten. The woman blinked in surprise.

“My hormones are making me stupid,” she mumbled as she grabbed her cock in her hands, going to grab the condom from Hide. He pulled it away, giving her a wink. She turned red, ability dreadful when it came to flirting. She could handle sex no problem, but god forbid Kaneki held her hand in public, or Hide gave her a kiss on the cheek. His hand grabbed the base of her cock, swiping up with a flick of his wrist while he tore the condom packet open with his teeth, pulling out the rubbery material. He heard Kaneki moan beside them.

“Can you hurry up?” He whined, his hand going to grab his cock as his body drove him mad with feelings of lust. He shushed him, one hand coming to rub the back of his knee while he used the other to slip the condom onto Touka, jerking her dick at the same time. She keened, her hips jerking forwards into Hide’s hand while he kissed her, before pulling away and crawling up to lay beside Kaneki. He wrapped an arm over his waist, holding him steady while Touka lined herself up, pushing her cock in with ease. Kaneki cried out, his heels pressing into the mattress as he finally received the sweet stimulation he desired. Hide tucked his head besides Kaneki, kissing his neck while Touka started to slam into him at a brutal pace.

She was moaning now too, head tossed back in ecstasy while she fucked Kaneki ruthlessly, her body increasing her stamina and sex drive. Touka always joked about how if her rut didn't make her mind so clouded, then she would definitely be a better fighter during it, her nature as an ukaku with low stamina being cancelled out by the hormone dump. Hide could see the merit in that statement as he glance up, watching how she gripped onto Kaneki’s waist hard, angling his hip and delivering him pleasure at a blinding speed, the sound of skin on skin resounding around the room when the top of her thighs would smack into his arse, slamming him forwards with each jolt.

He winced, grabbing onto Hide’s arm around his waist, the sensation being simply too much for him to handle. He grit his teeth and bore it however, feeling Hode practically purr against his shoulder and neck, kissing him softly and gently running a hand along his stomach, helping quell whatever cramp or overstimulation was developing. Kaneki’s cock was hard as well, slapping against his stomach each time Touka would knock him forwards, all parties in the room at their height of sexual pleasure. Except for Hide, who was too focused on taking care of Touka and Kaneki to worry about how badly he wanted either one of them to fuck him, or to fuck either one of them. Heck he would take a handjob right now.

Touka let out a growl, speeding her thrusts as she came closer to cumming, her dick starting to swell at the base where her knot would form. Kaneki could no doubt sense it, or even smell it with the way he started moaning again, his body losing and relaxing further, as commanded by Touka’s pheromones.

Touka groaned, the pleasure of fucking into Kankei being almost to hard to bare. The look of Kaneki and Hide underneath her. Hide’s hands comforting around Kaneki’s waist while he waited, rock hard, patient and giving. Kaneki was mewling, his face flushed and skin shaking, feverish, his body yearning and screaming for her cock to sum deep inside of him and fill him with sperm. But thanks to the condom however that wasn’t possible. Yet. Touka swore that one day she’d give him cubs. Probably Hide too. It was probably the rut speaking, but the idea of breeding Kaneki with Hide next to her was the most hot thing she had ever conceptualised in her entire life. It was enough to drive her over the edge as her knot swelled full, slamming into Kaneki one final time as the omega came as well.

Kaneki came hard, his vision blacking out for a movement as his body shook and quivered, accepting Touka’s knot with no hesitation, his organs expanteing to adapt to the intrusion, his body screaming at him to just get pregnant. He started panting, feelings Touka lay down on top of him, her breasts squishing into his chest while her dark purple eyes scanned over her features. She brought a hand up, sweeping away the hair on his forehead as he started to relax. He purred when he felt Hide place featherlight kissed over his face, the blonde crushing the two of them in a massive hug, turning them into a large cuddle pile. Kaneki’s omega was humming in delight from the contact and love, the smell of pheromones and sex cooling his body for a few moments, a sense of calm washing over him.

He tilted his eyes to the side and scanned his eyes over the blonde, noting that they were still hard.

“Oh,” he mumbled, suddenly remembering that Hide had in fact not been participating, only watching. Clumsily, his hand moved over, grabbing Hide’s cock and starting to jerk him off. The blonde hissed.

“Fuck, Kaneki you don’t need to-”

Touka had sat up a little and kissed him, cutting off his sentence. She grabbed him and dragged him closer, sliding him in between the two of them. Hide blinked in shock as his legs parted around the area where Touka and Kaneki were joined. He looked up and saw Touka give him a tired looking grin. He heard Kaneki giggling. A moist hand swept under his arse and Hide bucked his hips up, giving the hand more room underneath him. Touka didn’t miss her shot, grabbing Hide’s hips and holding him upwards, leaving him on an angle. Without hesitation, she dropped her head down, holding Hide’s hips in place while she started sucking him off.

He moaned, feeling the slick covered finger prod into his whole. He gasped and looked back, Kaneki kissing his neck while his finger pressed into him, using his own slick to open Hide up. Fuck. That was hot. He shivered, his nerves being set on fire as he was suddenly dual stimulated from the omega and the alpha. The permanent switch.

Touka hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard on his cock before she pulled off, running her tongue over the flat of his tip, making eye contact with him, he kakugan activated and flaring, red pulsing. His shivered, feeling her grip on his waist harden as she held his hips firmly upwards, making sure she had the right amount of leverage while still remaining knotted inside of Kaneki. The smaller boy had his hips raised as well, meeting the place where they were knotted. He had Hide’s head on his shoulder, on top of him while he moved one digit in and out, starting to add a second, prodding at his hole while it moved towards his orosatez brushing against the bundle of nerves and feeling Hide squirm.

He purred into Hide’s shoulder, his body refusing to get horny over the sounds Hide was making, keeping his head clear as he expertly moved his fingers around inside the human. His body was more calm than it had been in a while gently lulling him while he pleasured his boyfriend, overcome with feelings of adoration and love. Hide did so much for them, he thought as he felt the blonde shudder against him, sparing a glance at Touka, who still had her tongue licking along Hide’s cock, swallowing him and kissing him. He deserved the best.

Touka was having similar thoughts, uncaring for the fat slab of human in her mouth, ignoring the small sparks of hunger she watched Hide’s eyes scrunch up with a moan, his face red and mouth open, begging to be kissed. However, her mouth was a little busy. She could taste his release on the back of her throat, and knew it wouldn't be long before he came entirely. She saw Kaneki’s arm moving behind him, and knew that he was pressing in all the right places. All it took was a swirl of her tongue and Hide came with a strangled cry. The human forced his hips up into her mouth, and she chose to let that slide, swallowing the thick cum.

Kaneki slipped his fingers out of Hide while Touka let him drop from her mouth, gingerly laying him down on top of Kaneki as she collapsed over her stupid boys, rolling them both over to the side. Hide shimmied up, sitting by their heads while he watched Touka and Kaneki mould further into each other's still attached.

“You guys didn’t have to, I know this time sort of sucks for you…” he mumbled, feeling his own endorphins sweep through his body, both from his orgasm and seeing Kaneki and Touka in such an intimate way. Touka grunted sleepily, plopping her head in Hide’s lap. His fingers started carding through her shirt hair.

“You do so much for us…” she murmured, her hands curling around Kaneki protectively. “I mean, if you weren't here, I totally would've forgotten about a condom and Kaneki would have been breeded.”

The half ghouls' eyes snapped open.

“Sorry what?”

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Hide whistled a tune to himself as he waltzed up the steps to Kaneki’s apartment, not bothering to knock as he fumbled with the keys. Since Kaneki had been missing, he periodically stopped by to dust and clean, though he knew the landlord would kick Kaneki’s stuff out soon enough. He was lucky Kaneki had given him the extra key to his apartment. His whistling came to a fast stop when he heard sounds. He blinked to himself confused as he took up a cautious stance creeping towards Kaneki’s bedroom where he heard the sound of hushed voices.

“Tsukiyama!” One of them hissed, before a soft moan followed through. Hide flushed, his agitated stance turning into one more of a parent on the verge of scolding. Someone had broken into Kaneki’s apartment, just to use the free space in order to have sex. He scoffed, starting to walk forwards down the hallway as he heard them whine that name again, the sound of lips on skin and a deeper chuckle.

“Mon Amour, you know I can give you what you want,” the other person purred, their voice sickly sweet as they did something to the other, a sharp moan cutting through the small apartment. That was it. Hide made it a few steps down the hall before he found Kaneki’s room door ajar, seeing two naked figures on the bed from the crack. A thin, tall man with purple hair, sitting at the head of the bed and looking up at the person in his lap, his finger sliding in and out of the other with a slow pace, opening them up. Hide flushed, pausing as he noted the strong physique of the person on the receiving ended. They were relatively small, with white hair in a shade Hide had never seen before. They kept making such cute noises…

He was bewitched all of a sudden, watching the two figures. From the angle of the door to the bed, Hide was only at risk of being spotted should he step closer into view. He could see the purple man’s face, but not the smaller white haired one, which honesty made him upset. The way they rocked their hips back on the two fingers of the other man, grinding their hips down as they sought out sexual pleasure. It was.. Hot. Suddenly he was less concerned with the trespassers on Kaneki’s bed, and more concerned with his violent hard on, his cock twitching to life and tightening his pants as he heard them mewling.

His hand cupped his cock, shuddering at the feelings of pleasure that shot through his veins as the purple haired man, Tsukiyama, suddenly slipped his fingers from them.

“W-What?” The smaller cooed, clearly upset with this turn of events. Hide scrunched his eyes, suddenly stopping in his small movements. He had definitely heard that voice before. His thoughts vanished when he heard the tall man laugh, suddenly grabbing the snowy man by his hips, raising them up and lining them with his unlubed cock. Hide frowned, knowing that would be painful. “H-Hey Tsukiyama!” They cried out as he suddenly yanked them down, slamming the smaller figure onto his cock in one swift move. Hide stepped closer to the door, disregarding his own feelings as he was concerned with the welfare of the smaller one.

The smaller boy was dead silent, shaking and shivering on the man’s cock as they lent their head in under his chest, huffing. Hide watched as blood trickled down onto the sheets. That was it-

“Keep going…” They suddenly muttered, rocking himself back. The tall man grinned, as if he knew that would happen. Hide flushed. A masochist then. Or just a really fucked up individual. Either way… his hand slinked into his pants.

The purple haired man complied, lifting them up and slamming them back down with fever, uncaring of the sharp pained cries, the blood dotting along his legs and the tight grasp the white haired man had on his shoulders. Even from the angle Hide could see blood on his shoulders, sharp nails biting into skin. Though in agony, something switched in the smaller, as they tossed their head back with a moan.

Hide’s heart dropped when he saw Kaneki’s face, back arched and head tossed back, white hair stuck to his forehead by sweat, eyes pinched shut. Hide paused his jerking, his cock begging for more but his mind acknowledging how fucked up this situation was. Not only was he jerking it to people without their consent, but one of them was Kaneki! His best friend of forever! Who had been missing for months! He swallowed, his hand gripping his cock as he stepped closer into the light of the door, in shock and confusion and desire.

Kanek yelped, the older man forcing the boy down onto his large cock. Hide watched as a few drops of blood splattered down from Kaneki's hole, the white haired boy biting onto his knuckles to distract himself from the painful penetration. The mewled again, suddenly pulling himself from the man's cock. Hide winced as he saw more blood leak out. He suddenly grabbed the man and pulled him forwards, while Kaneki collapsed on the bed, laying down and hiking his legs up, giving the man better access. The thin man looked up and saw Hide. He didn’t look shocked in the slightest, instead, putting his hand on Kaneki’s throat and tilting his head back over the edge of the bed, forcing him to look at Hide as he thrust himself inside again.

“H-Hide!” The half ghoul cried out, his mouth bloody and one eye turned. The purple haired man grinned over at Hide, whose pants were painfully tight and his hands hovering by his crotch, shamefully ready to jerk off to the sight. The tall man smiled as he kept fucking Kaneki harder pushing him off the edge of the bed against his cries. “W-What are you-? This isn’t!” His shouts were desperate and disjointed, his body going into complete shock. Hide felt the same.

“Ah, I don’t think your friend minds, no?” He asked, raising a brow at Hide. The blonde swallowed, his hand shaking around his cock… It was Kaneki… But… He had just been…

“Fuck!” Kaneki yelled out, his eyes flicking over to Hide, dark and half lidded, mouth open slightly as he puffed out air. He bit his lip, his own hand reaching up to grab at his neglected cock. He mewled as he started fisting his own cock, staring Hide down. “Keep going,” he practically ordered.

It was okay. Kaneki didn’t mind.

Kaneki didn’t mind.

His hand was back in his pants in a moment, jerking off with passion after he stepped fully into the room, leaning against the wall while he watched Kaneki get violently raw dogged by the strange individual. His whole body jerked with each sharp thrust, body shooting further towards Hide as he was physically manhandled by the probable ghoul. He let out a moan, tossing his head back while he picked up his pace somehow, looking quite ridiculous as he forced his whole length into Kaneki with each rough pounding. Kaneki was crying, tears flowing down his face as he kept stimulating himself, eyes glancing up at Hide with a sob.

Fuck. Hide was so turned on. Watching those two engage in their promiscuity, watching Kaneki get pounded by a stranger while staring directly at him, his thin hand around his cock, his eyes teary and lips red and-

They didn’t break eye contact as Hide came in his pants, shuddering and hunching over against the wall, watching as Kaneki sobbed out a plea, the other man driving himself deep inside as he finished.

Kaneki’s body quivered as he finished as well, his cock shooting thick strands out onto his chest, the white-ish liquid shooting almost up to his chin from how hard he came. He was still blinking out tears as the man pulled out, tsking as he looked down.

“Come here little birdy,” the man purred, lounging on the bed as he summoned Hide over. Against himself, he walked over. The man grabbed his arm and angled him, making him look at Kaneki’s arse. It was torn and bloody, leaking cum and red from the abused area.

“That’s how he likes it now,” the man whispered into Hide’s ear. Hide ignored him, grabbing Kaneki’s ankles and yanking him properly on the bed before clamouring up beside him. Kaneki was sniffling, his legs slowly closing and curling up, blinking wearily. Hide could see it now that he was closer. The eye-bags, the dead hair, the red rimmed eyes, the sharper looking canines. This wasn’t the Kaneki who had left him.

He pulled Kaneki into a hag, tucking their head into his shoulder as he ignored the stickiness in his pants and the sweta on Kaneki’s skin. The ghoul sobbed.

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Kaneki let out a moan, jerking his hips upwards as Hide thrust inside of him. He writhed on the bed, trying to gain more stimulation, more pleasure, more feeling, but was held back by the spacing bar between his legs and the belt tying his hands up on the headboard. He whimpered, feeling Hide stop his thrusts, pulling his dick out just far enough it brushed just under his prostate. Kaneki tried to kick his feet and whined, trying to push back but failing.

“Do you want me, Kaneki?” Hide asked, keeping his heavy cock still inside Kaneki’s opening, deep enough for him to what more but far enough out that it drove him mad. Kaneki bit his lip as he nodded swifty, looking at Hide. The blonde was on his knees, holding Kaneki’s hips still and holding his cock just inside of Kaneki, looking smug. His face had that stupid grin on it. In all honesty, Kaneki thought it was cute, but he would never tell Hide that. He thought all of him was cute with his fluffy blonde hair, spattering of freckles, and light tan. He didn't think his personality was cute however, not when he decided to turn into a sadist every now and then.

Kaneki huffed, scrunching his eyes shut with a groan as he heard Hide laugh at him. The blonde jolted forwards suddenly, giving him just a small touch before pulling back out, just barely pushing past the thick rim of his muscles now. Kaneki whined, leaning back into the pillows will he shiverd and shook, begging for Hide to move, to fuck him and get things moiving already. Hide remained still, hands rubbing circles into his hips, watching as Kaneki kept trying to fuck himself onto Hide’s dick. Hide hummed, gently leaning forwards to press a kiss to Kaneki’s lips. The half ghoul paused, eyes fluttering shut peacefully as he accepted the softer kiss, Hide pulled off after a second.

“Remember we can stop anytime you want,” he murmured, only to receive a furious head shake from Kaneki.

“No. No, I want this,” Kaneki said, and as if for emphasis he tried wiggling his hips again, and Hide finally complied, if only for a few moments. Kaneki mewled at Hide’s rough thrusts inside, and almost sobbed when after only a few, he pulled back out, hand moving to rub on the skin just near Kaneki’s weeping hard cock. He sobbed when Hide refused to touch him, refused to fuck him. He gasped, hating how slow everything was moving. He watched as Hide adjusted himself, positioning himself once again at the opening to Kaneki, thrusting his cock in, in one hard go.

He didnt stop this time, fucking hard agasints his prostate with each powerful movement, jolting Kaneki and ending shockwaves along his body, the ghoul begging and crying, moaning, desperate for him and his cock. Hide was panting as he continued to plunge his dick deep inside of Kaneki, stuffing him full and then leaving him empty, brushing along the most pleasurable spots as he kept his hand firm along his waist, giving Hide leverage to nail him deeply. Hide groaned as he felt himself get lost in the warmth of Kaneki, the feeling and sensations of Kaneki, Kaneki, Kaneki. The warmth around his cock and the sounds of Kaneki’s moans, the look of Kanek underneath him, white hair fanning around his head, arms tied above his head, eyes looking up at Hide but not turtle seeing him as he was lost in his own world of pleasure.

“Y-Yes k-keep going!” Kaneki cried out as he grew closer, his cock still untouched throughout, bouncing on his skin as his boy was shoved forwards. HIde decided not to follow through on that command. He naked deep inside of Kaneki, before stopping leaving the half ghoul full. Kaneki whined and squirmed, feeling full with Hide, his body trapped and helpless (but not really), being entirely at the control of Hide and his whims. Hide started grinding into him now, small thrusts that repeatedly scraped along his walls and prostate, assaulting the small bundle of nerves. Kaneki gasped and cried, his body tensing as he felt his end grow closer. To his shock, Hide suddenly pulled out, his own cock hard and red, ready for release as well. His eyes scanned over Kaneki, before suddenly crawling over the shivering boy and undoing the rope around his wrists. Kaneki looked up with a whine before he brought his hands down to his chest, giving them a quick stretch while HIde came up with a new idea.

“W-What are you- wow!”

He yelped as he was suddenly flipped onto his stomach, blinking as his face was suddenly in pillows. He didn’t have time to process before Hde hiked his hips up, leaving his arse exposed. He tried to move his legs, but with the spacing bar it made it difficult. Hide was leaning over him, his cock pressing agsiant his hole but not fucking him yet, instead reaching over to grab Kaneki’ arms. He tired to do something, but tsked when it didn't work. Instead he sat back on his haunches.

“Kaneki, can you put your arms by your ankles?” He asked. Kaneki hummed, thinking about what he meant by that before making a sudden sound of understanding. He pushed up on one hand, reaching the other underneath his body and placing it beside his ankle. He did the same with the other and felt Hide tie up his hands to the spacing bar with the belt. He shuddered, feeling exposed and vulnerable in the new position, his face in the pillows and his sight of Hide completely gone. He whined into the mattress, his arse exposed to Hide, who was running his cock along his parted cheeks, hands finding his hips. Kaneki sucked in a breath when he felt Hide start to press inside again, going slow as fucked himself inside of Kaneki, painstakingly dragging out the penetration, making Kaneki moan and shudder.

Hide thrust the rest of the way in suddenly, getting a muffled yell from the ghoul on the bottom as he was shoved forwards, his body having no control over what happened, the position rendering him fully tied up, the only thing controlling him was Hide's hands on his hips. The hands that started moved Kaneki on his cock. He pulled the white haired man back to meet his thrusts each time, slamming deeply into his body, having total control of the smaller one. The room was alright with sounds of slapping skin and muffle moans, loud groans and sharp cries as both were returned to their peaks. His huffed, his body growing tired form his relentless assault on Kaneki, but each pleasurable cry brought him closer to the edge, the ghoul being the most attractive person he had ever seen.

The image of him underneath, bent over in half, stuck to his knees while Hide fucked into him, moving him like a doll, with total authority over how his body would move and how much pleasure he would receive. The white hair fanning around the head he could hardly see, the sharp cries when Hide would plunge into him, and brush against his prostate. The human slinked a hand around to the ghoul’s front, grabbing his cock and starting to jerk it to its end. The cock was hard and swollen, fit to burst. He started jerking in tandem, hearing the ghoul cry out from overstimulation crying into the sheets. Fuck. That was so good, Hide thought. He loved having Kaneki under him, with him, in him. He wished he could leave traces on the ghoul, but he couldn't.

Each hickey would fade faster than Hide thought, each bruise and bite sould barley stay for a few minutes. There was only one way he could leave a mark on the ghoul, he thought. He sped up his thrusts, wanking Kaneki in the right ways, running his hands along his cock and thumbing the slit of his cock, twisting and jerking and rubbing. Kaneki came with a loud shout, Hide’s hand being coated in a thick white liquid.

Kaneki shivered, his body being thrown into sensory hell with his sudden overstimulation, his arse still being pounded into, each nerve alight. It felt good though, he would admit. His body was still coming down from his high, filled with energy when Hide grunted, thrusting deep inside of him and releasing his cum into the ghoul. Kaneki moaned, feeling the hot liquid paint his insides, the cum sticking to him deeply. Kaneki started to cry, the emotions suddenly swamping him as Hide pulled out. He felt Hide swiped his cock a few times, leaving the last traces of cum around his hole.

Hide had never been more pleased with himself. From the angle, he knew the cum would have wound up deep inside of Kaneki, just a few small parts leaking out to start dripping from his red rim. Hide hummed, swiping the leaking liquid with his thumb and pressing it back into Kaneki, making sure he didn't waste a drop, and that his body was indeed full of Hide. He swiftly moved his hands down to the belt and bar, untying both of them and freeing Kaneki, the ghoul stretching his arms out like a cat as he rolled onto his back. Hide smiled fondly and pressed his body weight down on Kaneki, hands subtly coming up to his lower stomach to hover over the space he assumed his seed still was, deep inside of Kaneki’s organs. The ghoul hummed as they ran a hand through Hide’s hair.

Hide pressed down lightly, wondering if it was squeezing out of Kaneki at the moment. He nuzzled his head under Kaneki’s chin, the ghoul huffing.

“What are you doing Hide…?” He murmured sleepily, his body exhausted from how hard he came, and the rough activities prior. Hide flushed, suddenly embarrassed by his rather possessive train of thought. He just laughed in response, hugging Kaneki tightly and rolling them onto their sides, feeling Kaneki’s hands settle on his hips.