I paced back and forth in the moonlit room, trying to fight the urge to jump off of the balcony and haul ass back home. It's already late, and I don't even know how to get back home from here. Then again, I'm naked… I'm going to have to sleep next to him naked. This is an awful situation. Maybe Tsukiyama won't touch me and molest me while I'm sleeping. I laughed to myself. Yea right, as if he wouldn't take that opportunity.

"Oh Kaneki-kun, won't you come to bed?" His silken voice slid through the darkness and wrapped around me.

"Right…" I walked closer to the bed, not daring to glance in his direction.

I lifted a knee and let it sink into the soft mattress. I grit my teeth in frustration as I eased the rest of my weight silently into the bed. Unlike my bed, not a noise was made. This must be useful during hard and rough sex. My eyes widened. I shook my head, trying to rid my perverted thoughts. Something must be wrong with me. Did I really agree so easily to this sleeping arrangement? What. The. Fuck.

I jerked at the touch of a cool hand gliding across my chest. "What are you doing?! Remember, no touching!"

"Oopsies." I heard a small giggle next to my ear and the hand caressing me slid lower until it was resting right underneath my naval and right above my groin.

My breathing became panting. "Could you please not?" I grasped onto his hand, but before I could shove it away, he intertwined our hands and pressed them against his chest. His skin was cool to the touch. The faint rose fragrance drifted to my nose and filled my senses. "Tsukiyama." I felt heat rush to my face at the sound of my raspy voice. "Let go of me."

"Non."

That was the only warning he gave me before shifting his body closer to me. Cool fingers tangled in my hair and tugged slightly and a hand was placed back on my lower stomach. I grabbed onto his wrist to stop his hand from going any lower. His body slowly slid up mine and rested on top of me. Tsukiyama's erection was pressed against my thigh. Before I could think to push him off, his lips pressed into mine. Since I already had a grip on his wrist, I grabbed his other hand and rolled our bodies over so that I had him pinned down. He took the chance to wrap his legs tightly around my waist and leaned up, making our lips meet again. If this is how he wants to play… Well then…

I tightened my grasp on his wrists and pushed him further into the mattress. My hips ground roughly into his erection. I took his bottom lip between my teeth and bit down, harshly tugging, until the taste of sweet blood hit my tongue. His cries were beautiful in my ears. I moved my face lower and sunk my teeth into the soft flesh of his neck, breaking the skin, and lapping up more of his sweet blood. My mind started becoming hazy. I bit him over and over, marking his pretty, creamy skin. Blood rolled down between our bodies and onto the sheets. I expected him to scream 'stop', but he just whimpered and shivered underneath me. I stopped the biting and glanced down at him. Those violet eyes shone in the moonlight. Pain and pleasure glazed over the man's eyes. "Are you a masochist?"

His wicked grin was all I needed to confirm the answer. "Only if you're a sadist, Kaneki-kun." He purred in my ear and wiggled his hips.

I looked sideways, out of the open door to the balcony, and thought on it. "I guess I am." I glanced back at the man pinned under me from the corner of my eye. A grin spread across my face. So if this guy likes this so much, either I should keep going until I break him, or completely stop until it drives him crazy. That's it. I rolled off of him and snuggled under the covers, completely ignoring his cries of disapproval.

"Fine. If you won't take sweet advantage of me, how about we talk?"

I tensed up. "Talking seems a lot worse than a casual fuck."

He let out a soft chuckle. "Talk or fuck, dear Kaneki-kun?"

I groaned as I quietly mumbled, "Talk…"

"I'll tell you things about myself. I'm very rich. I went to Seinan Gakuin University. I love delicious foods. Oh, and you." I glanced over at him and saw that he was being dead serious.

I sighed. "How did you become rich?"

"My family has always been well off."

"What did you study?"

"Social Welfare. It was rather interesting and fun."

I couldn't help but tilt my head back and laugh. The laughter kept bubbling up my throat and spilling out carelessly. Tears began rolling down my cheek and I held my stomach as if trying to hold myself together from bursting at the seams. Once I could catch my breath, I wiped a tear and glanced at him. "Social Welfare?"

"Yes." He stared at me as if he were offended. "Why is that so funny?"

A chuckle escaped as soon as I opened my mouth to speak. "Doesn't that have something to do with assisting people in need?"

"Yes."

Another round of laughter hit and I turned to my side and curled in a ball. My stomach was killing me. He's killing me. "What.. made you go.. with…" I kept snorting between words, no matter how hard I tried to stop. "With… that?"

"I'm not heartless…"

At the sound of his broken voice, I pulled myself together. I straightened out of my ball and faced him. His violet eyes were no longer shining. I felt a lump form in my throat. I really hurt his feelings this time, didn't I? I reached out and placed my hand on his cheek. 'I'm sorry, Shuu. It's just, from my first impression of you, I thought it ironic. I can see that you're not heartless. I'm sorry I laughed. Hell, I dropped out, so you did much better than me."

He peeked at me from under his lashes.

Budmp…

I gasped out loud. What the hell was that? I looked back at Tsukiyama, who was still looking at me shyly.

Budmp.. Budmp..

I grabbed my chest and felt heat rush to my face. Don't tell me… No. I'm not going to think about it. "So tell me more about you."

That sentence surely was my downfall. He talked and talked and talked. I was pretty sure my ears were bleeding. The more he talked the more I realized how 'soft' he is. He loves coffee and dark chocolate. He loves flowers. He loves romantic comedies and lovey-dovey shit. Then there is his other side that loves being surrounded by darkness and blood; the side of him that loves brutal fights and the sound of bones breaking. I shook my head. What am I going to do with this psycho? The more he talked, the more I listened. I don't know what's happening with me. I stared into those excited violet eyes.

Budmp.. Budmp.. Budmp..

I bit my lip to hide my embarrassment. It's getting louder… What if he hears?

His quiet snickers brought me back down to earth. "What is it?"

He smiled at me. Not in the wicked, devilish way as usual, but in a sweet way. He smiled in a way that melted down some of the wall that I had built up around me. "The face you make while you listen to me is wonderful. And the way your hand tightens when I say certain things…" His eyes casted downwards and he let out another soft laugh.

I dragged my gaze down to our intertwined hands between us. My eyes widened. "Since when…?"

Before I could finish my sentence, he leaned in close to me. His lips were brushing against mine with every breath we took, but he didn't move further to kiss me. "How about I let you fuck me whenever you want? I'll be your dirty little secret."

With those words, the testosterone inside of me took over. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and pressed my lips into his.