Setting is around the time Kaneki leaves Anteiku and forms his Anti-Aogiri group. The whole story is in Touka's POV.
The Flavor of Lust
Night Fell.
He stood there. Unwavering. Real. Light flashed across the room from the cars which passed by the street. His white hair gleamed with all its genuineness. Amongst the furniture which lay in a haphazard manner.
It's Pathetic. But, I did it anyway.
I walked towards him. Slowly. Cautiously. I waited for a response. I waited for him to disappear. I waited for him to fade. It didn't happen. It's not a hallucination…..It's not a dream. I thought all the way. His hair covered his face, making it impossible to see what his expression was. Whether he was happy. Whether he was sad. I never knew.
You could say he was impassive, I guess…
I touched his face in a fit of figuring out whether he was real or not. It was solid. He flinched when I touched him. As if, it had been a long time since he had been touched by a hand with no ill intent. Gently even.
How pathetic.
His hair was damp from the cool climate outside. The window of my room was shattered. The bastard came through the window, eh? The slick black leather suit he was wearing was torn in various places. His legs were trembling. His body shivered. He tumbled and leaned onto the wall for support. Blood dripped.
He remained still with his stone cold expression. The puffs of his breath drifted from his lips like silvery white clouds.
"Touka..."
His voice was husky. Cold. Frigid like the wind blowing outside. It was just another reminder of how much he had changed. It was paining to hear.
"Why did you come here?" His eyes flickered up to me immediately, shocked by my question. He looked down guiltily, hesitating to answer. I grit my teeth and held back my anger. I wasn't going to help him. I wasn't going to give away my pity for him. It was his choice. He got himself into this. If only he relied on someone… "…Touka-chan…" he whispered. I snapped. "I thought I clearly said that TRASH LIKE YOU SHOULDN'T STAY IN ANTEIKU!" I shrieked, but he dove in and pressed his lips against mine.
I wasn't expecting that.
His lips parted from mine. My face was flushed. The anger held inside of me was swept away by one single action. My heart was beating so loudly, I couldn't contain it. He kissed me! "Touka, I missed you…I came to see you."
I couldn't say anything. All I felt right now was anxiety and the urge to cry loudly. In his arms. The deep gash which spread across his chest spilled blood on the floor and he wavered.
I helped him lay down on the table in the kitchen. I brought a wet cloth and some bandages. He grunted with pain as the 'unhealing' wounds stung and burned. I stayed silent and emotionless as I peeled off his skin tight suit, revealing his bare torso. There were multiple wounds and gashes caused by the kagune of many foes. He hissed as I washed the wounds roughly.
Well, it was his fault for going into battles that he couldn't handle.
I examined his body for all the wounds. My lips curled up as I fondly remembered something. He really did work out. His well-defined abs were stained with blood and adorned with cuts and wounds. I wrung the cloth and dipped it into some warm water. He was deep in thought but I couldn't tell what he was thinking about. I wrapped his body tightly with bandages and threw away the cloth. The smell of his blood filled the air. It reminded me of a rather unpleasant memory. But, now I couldn't take my mind off that eventful day where I battled with Tsukiyama. Moreover, I couldn't take my mind off something else too.
Kaneki's taste.
That iron-flavored, sweet, slightly tangy, addicting taste.
His sleek body shimmered with sweat. My breath hitched and I bit my lip. Hard. The sweet memory of his taste sent shivers down my back. Blood dripped from my lip. I was lost in my thoughts and I didn't notice that Kaneki was staring at me. My lips to be exact. I snapped myself out of it and looked at Kaneki. He came closer. "Wh-What are you doing?"
I backed away but he just came closer and closer. Sooner or later, I hit the counter and I couldn't escape. He slid his arms from his sides and dropped them on the edge of the counter, trapping me in between. He leaned in closer; his nose was just centimeters away from my face.
He licked the blood off my lips.
I flinched as he took control and kissed my lips ever so slowly yet seductively. "Mmmmm, Touka, you taste so sweet..." His hands slid up to my waist and the next thing I know, I was like putty in his hands. I grabbed his hair and groped around; tangling tufts around my fingers. He held me up and placed me on the counter.
Light flashed. His exposed abs didn't help in resisting my temptations. There was a clatter of dishes that fell down in our struggle. His fingers tapped my back as he ran his hands up and down my waist. I couldn't ignore these indescribable desires I was having at the moment. But… Only one thing was clear in my mind.
I wanted Kaneki Ken.
His fingers began to explore now. His hands, instead of stopping at my waist, went further up and I did nothing to resist his touch. I gave out a moan as he cupped the two mounds of flesh. I gripped his hair tighter. His fingers snaked themselves into my bra and teased my bud. He gave no mercy. His kisses were rougher now. Those hard yet sweet lips that I dreamt about many times, nipped and bit at mine. We struggled for dominance. He parted for air and examined my face more closely with those lustful eyes of his. He chuckled seductively and pecked my cheek. My face burned red and that small area he grazed his lips against seemed to feel red hot.
His lips moved further down to my jawline. Sneaky. The soft subtle kisses he left on my neck were unsettling. I squirmed in his hold. I can feel him panting against the side of my neck; it sent tingles around my skin, but I enjoyed it. His hands still groped my breasts. As his head was bent down, His hair was right under my nose, and God! I could smell the fresh, musky, intoxicating scent his hair gave off.
I couldn't resist him.
"Kaneki…I want you, now."
Those three words were enough to make him let go of all his restraints. He pushed me down, flat on my back, onto the counter. The swift way he worked in fascinated me. I watched as he slithered his hands beneath my back, curious as to what he was up to. Click~ I gasped. Sneaky little bastard took the clasp off my bra through my clothes! He smiled cheekily indicating that he probably noticed my reaction. Bastard…
"Take it off."
I flinched from the tone of his voice when he demanded that. I hesitated to do it but his glare was frightening so I slowly unbuttoned my shirt. Light flashed. He smirked at my exposed skin. I struggled awkwardly and he helped me remove the shirt off my other arm. I slipped off my bra and waited. He leaned in and started licking my breasts; circling his tongue around my bud. I let out moans louder than usual. I felt my pulse race. His abs pressed against my stomach and I could feel his rather large erection nudging against me down below.
I guess we got carried away.
He travelled across the hallway, bumping into random furniture and hitting the wall when he lost balance as he carried me to my bedroom. My legs were wrapped around his waist and our lips were pressed together tightly. His hands held my back up and supported my balance. I instinctively grinded against his hips and he groaned loudly in between kisses.
The bedroom was a mess.
He looked at me with an irritated look. Books were everywhere. The majority of my clothes were outside the wardrobe rather than inside. My panties lay shamelessly on the bed along with a series of other things. "Hey, don't look at me like that. I was trying to get into Kamii." I said, bonking him on the head. He grinned at me and pushed everything off the bed with just one fling. He threw me on the bed. Hard. And then he pounced onto me. He left a series of butterfly kisses down my lower stomach and grinned to himself when he reached the upper hem of my skirt.
The tips of his thumbs hooked onto my skirt and pulled it down along with my panties – which were shamelessly wet already. He abruptly pulled my inner thighs apart and feasted his eyes on me. I whined as he licked me at such an excruciatingly slow pace. He proceeded to go as slow and seductive as he can be. By instincts, I draped my legs around his neck and pulled him in closer and induced him to move at a faster pace, keeping my rhythm. He continued off in a more satisfying way.
Everything was hot and sweat dribbled off our bodies. I could see him grunt and look down at his ever-growing erection. I snorted at his expression and got up. His eyes flickered up to me. I sat down where he was and attempted to pull off his shorts and whatever kind of 'tights' he was wearing down below. "Ehh?! T-Touka-chan?" Kaneki began to panic. I smirked as I proceeded without paying heed to his whimpers. He grunts as his full length was released from his bothersome pants.
I proceed to pleasure him by pumping him. He grasps my hand and guided me into pumping faster. He flung his head back and groaned as I pumped even faster. I stroked his balls with my free hand and he finally felt his climax coming. I kissed his tip and he came over himself. I stood up and returned with a paper towel. I wiped him and threw away the towel but I was quickly overthrown. The towel escaped my hands and rolled away onto the ground as he pinned me onto the ground. His lips pressed into a hard line.
What he wanted was obvious.
He kissed me with those hard lips once again. "Well…?" he whispered. I nodded as a response. He stopped and frowned at me. I gave him a puzzled look. "Say it, Touka-chan - preferably in three or less words." He grinned at me wryly. I flushed. "K-kaneki, please…" I whimpered. He cupped his ears and directed them to me. "Speak louder. I can't hear you." He smirked. I pursed my lips and opened my mouth to speak. "P-please…Please fuck me, Kaneki. Fuck my brains out."
And so he obliged.
He took off his boxers and revealed his full length. I think my mouth opened up wide. He smirked at me and aimed his member at my entrance.
"Ready?"
Morning crept. I woke up with an excruciating pain. My legs were sore and my wrists were red. The other side of my bed was…
Empty.
I ran downstairs, enduring the aching discomfort I felt in my thighs. I flung the doors of every room open.
Empty.
I wanted to punch myself in the stomach for actually believing that he would stay. My eyes burned and my face turned red. Tears didn't come. I wouldn't allow it. I won't cry. I won't cry for that bastard. No matter how hurt I felt. No matter how much I wanted to. No matter how much I loved him.
I refuse to.
I leaned onto the kitchen wall and slid down onto the floor. I hid my face in my knees and screamed. I say a lot of things, but most of them were in vain – just like how I said I wouldn't help him and ended up treating his wounds. I really regret that now. So, I let out all those tears I saved up. My face was a mess. A moist, shitty mess. And it was all Kaneki's fault. I looked up and noticing something off. There was something on the table. I stood up, a sharp pain hit me with a pang, but I managed to get to the table.
There was a small keychain with a bunny hanging on it and a note saying 'I love you but I'm sorry'.
