Heat Chapter 1:

Kaneki layed on his bed, hugging the blanket and staring off into space. His eyes are burry and unclear with his cheeks tinted slightly red. His been like that all day, unable to really do much of anything even as the sun has already set 1 hour ago signifying night time.

Yawning, he gets up to go to his kitchen. Maybe a cup of caffeinated coffee will make this feeling go away.

He takes his time going down the stairs to prevent his head from throbbing, 1 step every 2 seconds. He takes the last step and lightly pivots his foot to turn him 180 degrees around to walk across the hallway, as the kitchen is right at the end. His head is hung low and eyes are closed as he steps towards the kitchen, passing the living room and dining room on the way. He's already memorized the amount of steps he needs to take to arrive at the kitchen. When he feels that the soft carpet beneath his feet becomes hard tiled floor, he stops walking and looks up. Trying to adjust his eyes after closing them tightly, he manages to make out where he last put the coffee machine; in the middle of the kitchen counter. Taking lazy steps towards the machine, Kaneki sighs and ruffles his already disheaved white hair. He's starting to crave the caffine more and more.

Just as he reaches for a cup in the cupboard above something brushes against his hand. Instantly his eyes flare wide open at the unexpected touch and his head swings impossibly fast to see who or what touched him. He thought he was alone in his apartment…

"Ah! Excusez-moi, Kaneki-kun. I didn't see you there!"

Kaneki sees a violet-haired man stand beside him, his arm also reaching for the same cupboard. Tsukiyama? He's in the house? I don't remember him com-

Suddenly Kaneki's head throbbed, a lot more than before. He squeezed his now burning eyes shut in pain and grabbed the counter to support his frame. He instantly regretted moving so suddenly and quickly to face the now unimportant presence of the Gourmet ghoul. His head felt light and his eyes rolled to the back of his head beneath his closed eyes. The pain wasn't actually that bad compared to others, but pain was pain. Squeezing his eyes and rolling them to the back of his head felt good and soothed his headache. Kaneki's cheeks had reddened and he let out a heated gasp when he felt an arm reach around his waist.

"Kaneki? What's wrong?" Tsukiyama asked in a normal and calm tone.

Kaneki stumbled back and was surprised to feel Tsukiyama right behind him. His stark hair landed against the older man's collar bone with his back against his chest. Tsukiyama's crotch was pressed against the half-ghoul's tailbone. Weirded out by the awkward position, the teen replied. "Nothing." He brushed off the flamboyant ghoul, not wanting his concern. He was startled however when he felt a hand rest on his forehead, under his white bangs.

"Kaneki-kun cher, you're hot."

Startled once again by the straightforward and obvious remark, Kaneki stuttered. "Y-Yeah I know. I probably have a fever or something."

Tsukiyama gave a knowing smile. "Ghouls don't get fevers." The smile on his face made it look like he knew everything, which was very annoying. His hands were still on him, almost making him shove them off. It irked him even more.

"Well this one does. I'm still half-human, don't forget that." Kaneki retaliated, turning to walk away from the Gourmet and head back to the comfort of his soft bed. After taking two steps the hand on his shoulder prevented him from walking any further, and turned him around.

"What?" Kaneki was about to express his irritation until he felt the hand that was once on his forehead innocently checking his temperature (since when did it leave?) now rest on the curve of his hip. Looking at his face, he still saw that God damned smile plastered on there. He was about to try and ask again until he felt himself being pulled into a hug. One hand still rested on his hip while the other went up from his waist, across the small of his back then rested between his shoulder blades. Their chests rubbed against each other, allowing them to feel the other. "What are yo-" Kaneki was interrupted once again when he felt the hands on him start to rub him. He shivered at the touch. "What are you doing?"

"Just making you feel better," the purple haired ghoul replied, though he seemed more interested in the hug than answering the question. The teen could feel his warm breath on his neck, making him twitch. Slowly but surely, the hand planted between Kaneki's shoulder blades made its way to his curved butt. The half-ghoul's eyes widened when he felt the hand caress there.

"Well don't!" Kaneki expressed his discomfort. "I'm fine thanks." Kaneki rejected a bit too quickly and separated their chests, moving backwards. Suddenly, the purple haired ghoul moved his chest forward closing the distance once again while pushing Kaneki to the kitchen counter, and before the white-haired teen could protest, he squeezed his butt cheek. Kaneki gasped and arched his back in reflex, accidentally pushing his crotch to the others, right in the middle. Tsukiyama held his breath, and if the half-ghoul's lungs were already full he would've gasped again, but instead he let out a deep breath of warm air at the touch.

Kaneki's head had already been cloudy before the Gourmet's appearance, but after the sudden turn of events it was fogged up even more.

Tsukiyama's hips lightly moved forward into the other's crotch while he continued to play with his waist and butt, enjoying the situation.

"Mm…"

It was almost inaudible but the Gourmet heard it due to the close proximity between their warm bodies. This encouraged the purple haired ghoul to repeat the action with a bit more force.

"Haa.."

The older man enjoyed the sound of the light moan given off by the younger ghoul, and soon he was lightly thrusting into the other's crotch, causing him to further arch his back. "Ahh," Tsukiyama gave his own moan. And slowly he pushed the half-ghoul's legs apart with his thrusts. Kaneki put his hands on the edge of the counter for support as Tsukiyama continued. He looked into the purple eyes in front of him, his grey ones were hazy and his teeth were clenched.

He narrowed his eyes. "T-Tskuiya-"

Both hands were now on his ass, squeezing and massaging. Kaneki's head dropped and he squeezed his eyes. His breathing quickened and his heart matched its fast pace. Tsukiyama continued, giving a small moan of pleasure while Kaneki continued to heat up; his cheeks visibly red and hot. Ah… why do I feel so weak?

Tsukiyama's hands continued to play with Kaneki's body, this time sliding down to his smooth thighs, enjoying the soft feeling of them through the thin pyjama fabric and caressing them up and down as he continued his thrusts. Kaneki rolled his head back and moaned. He bit his finger, trying to suppress it. His eyes stared at Tsukiyama's with hostility.

"Stop…!"

Tsukiyama's response was to thrust harder pushing Kaneki back and forth with each thrust. The older ghoul groaned while Kaneki gave a muffled moan through his finger. The half-ghoul's legs were pushed apart inch by inch with each thrust until his legs lifted from the floor, his weight supported his his lower back and hands. They were wide enough for the purple-haired ghoul to take a small step forward. Said ghoul smiled after the teen tried to suppress another moan, and squeezed his thighs. "Shuu stop.. mmMmHhh-ahhh…" 'Tsukyama' seemed too much to say and right now he couldn't form much of any sentence. The older ghoul moaned softly, his first name after a moan from Kaneki was like music to his ears.

"Hah~ Charmant, just relax Kaneki-kun…" Tsukiyama replied and pushed his lips to the others for a French kiss. The white-haired ghoul's mouth was invaded by the Gourmet's wet tongue licking and slurping on his. The kiss heated up as Kaneki closed his eyes and let out a quiet whimper at the intrusion, his own tongue twitching. Suddenly, the hands caressing his thighs travelled up making their way between his legs. Fingers rubbed, poked and prodded his entrance and everywhere there, making the half-ghoul jerk and break the kiss, saliva strings still connecting their open mouths.

"Ahh! MMmNn.. n-no don't-stop!"

"Haah~ but doesn't it feel good mon cher? Hmm?" Tsukiyama retaliated and stuck his hands through the teen's pants and boxers to poke his bare entrance, earning his a loud and extended gasp. Kaneki couldn't reply as more moans came from the ghoul's assult, his thrusts becoming more frequent as do their moans.

Kaneki began to feel a harder bulge through Tsukiyama's thrusts, signifying the latter's erection, to which Kaneki suddenly jerked and began to push himself off of the counter. The purple-haired ghoul grabbed his thighs to lift him up and took a step back, forcing the half-ghoul to push himself at and straddle the older ghoul's waist to prevent himself from falling backwards on the counter. Tsukiyama's hands swiftly moved back to cup each butt cheek, massaging it while his index fingers played with and poked his entrance through the fabric. He enjoyed the touch of the half-ghoul's soft and tight entrance, making him groan and get even harder.

"Hhhah-MmmMnNm~" The half-ghoul moaned at the intimate touching, his mouth opening wider. Slowly, he was lowered so their crotches (one noticeably larger than before) were level and met, the half-ghoul's legs still straddling the other ghoul and occasionally twitching from his treatment. Once more, the older ghoul began to thrust, his crotch sliding over and under the others making them both moan and cry. Tsukiyama's crotch continued to steadily grow in size as Kaneki clawed at his shoulders, throwing his head back and repeatedly struggling to say fragments of the word 'stop!'

Lost in ecstasy, Tsukiyama captured the others already open and moaning mouth for another wet and sloppy French kiss, forcing his tongue in and muffling the teen's desperate moans. He moved his tongue in circles intertwining and mixing their saliva. He began to rub and stroke his tongue across Kaneki's, making his whole body shiver against his and mouth open impossibly wider, creating webs of messy and thick saliva strings from the connected tongues.

As Tsukiyama felt a warm tingling feeling go down his thusting length, he began to walk upstairs to the bedroom. Each step giving a small thrust to Kaneki's own crotch, reducing his moans to deep and heated gasps of undeniable pleasure. His face was steamy and hot, cheeks glazed in red and eyes half-lidded looking hazy. As he was slowly taken up the stairs, the purple-haired ghoul was still playing with his ass, making him succumb to pleasured moans.

Once his mind was somewhat clearer near the bedroom door, he began to realise his situation which was very sudden and unexpected to say the least: He was being carried like a baby to his bedroom door. And not to be put to bed like one would expect, but to be groped, caressed and made-out with. And with Tsukiyama of all people. He was breathing heavily and gasping as the ghoul played with his delicate and tight entrance, successfully getting him wet and aroused. Aside from trying to stop his moans, what he was focusing on (or attempting to focus, it was difficult to concentrate with your entrance getting sexually assaulted while you give out involuntary groans and gasps of pleasure) was his state of mind. It was heavy like a brick and foggy making it difficult to think straight (pun not intended). This had happened roughly once every month since he became a half-ghoul, but by far this is the worse it's been. Usually when it happens he gets just a headache every now and then throughout the day. He had his suspicions on what is might be, but the effect of Tsukiyama's actions on him proves it.

… I'm in heat-!

A/N:

I intended for this to be a one-shot but I ended up separating it into 2 chapters. The second is coming soon.