I snuck out of my stalker's home, hips screaming in protest, and hobbled down the driveway. I reached in my pocket and grabbed my phone, dialing my best friend's number.

"Helloooo Kaneki." I smiled as Hide's voice reached my ear.

"Hey. Could you maybe… come get me?"

There was a slight pause. "Of course. Where are you? Are you okay?"

I yelped as another wave a pain shot up my spine. "Yeah, just hurry. I'll send you my location."

After ten minutes of walking, I blessedly reached the end of the stupid driveway. Hide's shiny yellow car came to a halt right in front of me. I waddled to the door and eased my way in, huffing and puffing in pain. My head fell back against the leather seat and my eyes drifted shut. "Thanks." After several moments of silence I glanced over at my friend. A worried expression was etched into his face. "What's up?"

Hide sighed. "Who lives at the end of that driveway?"

I shook my head in a panic. "No one. Don't worry. Can we just go?" I glanced down to see his hand wrapped tightly around mine.

"I thought there wasn't anyone that you liked?" His voice broke.

I looked up to see his pain filled face. "It's not like that. This guy is a-"

"Guy?"

"Yea?" Wait. Heat rushed to my face as my mind began working. I glanced at my reflection in his window and could see a hickey. "Fuck me." I covered my face.

"Looks like that was already taken care of…" Hide sped off in the direction of my home. His silence filled the small space of the car and suffocated me. I didn't know what to say, or rather, if I should say anything at all. I sighed and let my head rest back once more. Hide's hand was no longer comforting me like I wanted it to. The car stopped moving and I peeked open an eye. We were parked outside of Hide's place. My mouth opened to ask why, but Hide shook his head. "Somebody was standing outside of you apartment. I thought you might not want anyone to see you in your current state." Oh, right. I nodded and climbed out of the car.

xxx- Tsukiyama's POV -xxx

I was frozen to the spot as a wave of fury drowned me. I could feel my body shake with each pulse of rage. Blood welled up in my palms from the force of my fingernails. My fists trembled. I awoke to an empty bed, the sheets still warm and the sweet scent of coffee lingering in the air. I immediately rushed out to look for my Kaneki, yet his scent disappeared at the end of my drive. I rushed back to his home to find it empty as well. Of course it was empty. Of course! My sweet Kaneki is in a car with that other kid. That fake ass blonde kid that always hangs around my Kaneki's work. Another wave of anger rushed through my body. The fake blondie even had the fucking nerve to stare me down as he drove slowly past. Kaneki is mine.

xxx- Back to his sweet Kaneki –xxx

The hot water ran down my back, putting my muscles at ease. The soreness in my hips began to find… only slightly. I huffed. "That Tsukiyama better have scars all over his body now." I shook my head. "No, they better get infected." I winced as my hips cried in pain. I glanced down at my hands and saw the bruised knuckles from my fight. I felt myself grin for the second time this morning. Yes, Hide and fights will always make me smile. Violet eyes came to mind and I jerked in surprise, lost my balance, and fell right on my ass. I cried out as the force of my fall reverberated through my hips and up my spine.

Footsteps quickly sounded and then a hand jerked back the shower curtain. Hide's worried face peeked in. "Kaneki, are you okay?" Then his eyes wandered down to the ground, where I was splayed in a sad heap. "Kaneki!"

It was as if Hide didn't have a second thought as he jumped in the shower and collected me in his arms. "Hide, I'm okay. I promise." My face was flush with embarrassment. "You can set me down, I haven't finished washing myself."

Ignoring me, he grabbed some of his soap and eased down to the tile floor, me in his arms. "Then I'll wash you." He began lathering the soap in his hands.

"Wait! Don't bathe me… I can do it. Honest." I tried to rinse the soap off of his hands but it was too late.

Hide's hands began running over every inch of my skin. I squirmed in his lap, forgetting about my bare ass against his wet pants. I glanced up at him to try to talk him out of helping me. His face was bright red. My eyes widened as I felt the bulge under my ass.

Hide shook his head. "It's not like that. It's just… you keep wiggling around and rubbing against it. I can't help it."

"The let me do this myself." I struggled to get off his lap and gasped out as the crevice of my ass sat perfectly over his bulge. His hands stopped moving.

"I told you to stop wiggling." Hide's voice was rough and raspy. His hands began moving once more to finish the job.

I couldn't stop myself from thinking his touch is similar to Tsukiyama's. Their hands are both soft and gentle. Skin against bare skin filled my mind. All I could focus on was his touch. Violet eyes flashed through my mind and I felt heat coursed through my veins. Oh no. My stomach quivered as I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to rid the feelings. Before I could become too flustered, Hide rinsed me off, dried me, and carried me to his bed. I snuggled in the familiar smell, warming myself up. Once Hide was changed into dry clothes, he sat next to me on the bed.

"Can we talk about this morning?"

I sighed in defeat. "I guess." I chewed on lip as I waited for his first question.

"Do you like him?"

I glanced over in shock. Hide's eyes were focused on his tangled hands. He's not curious about who the guy was or if I'm gay? "No. I definitely don't like him."

Hide's shoulders seemed to relax. "Why did you sleep with him then?"

"Um…" Fuck, why did I? "Heat of the moment?"

Hide through me a strange look. "Okay. Now, who is he?"

"Ah, about that." Okay, if I tell him the man's a stalker, Hide will probably try to find him and things would be bad. "A guy that comes to the café often."

"Wait, the weird haired guy?"

"Err… yeah."

Hide's gaze narrowed. "So that's who was at your apartment waiting outside."

My heart sunk. "I have to go." I jumped from the bed and rummaged through Hide's dresser, pulling a plain white shirt and sweats from his drawer. I heard Hide yell at me to stop as I slammed the door shut and hastily made my way down the stairs. As soon as my feet hit the cement, I took off running. After I passed a couple blocks, my apartment building came into view. I slowed my pace as I approached the building. My eyes wandered around trying to find him. I glanced down at the time on my phone. It hasn't been that long ago has it?

It was still morning and the sky was becoming darker each second. My scars on running up and down the length of my arm ached. I looked up, waiting for the rain to fall. Maybe the icy droplets will wash away these unwanted thoughts. Where is he? I bawled my fists in frustration. Why did I rush to get here? To see him?

I shook my head and silently cursed myself as I made my way inside of my small home. A hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed me. The cool fingers clamped over my mouth. I shivered as the smell of roses surrounded me. A deep voice whispered against my skin under my jaw.

"Soon, I will make it where you can never leave me, my sweet Kaneki-kun."

My heart pounded wildly in my chest. His icy hand slid from my mouth to my throat. I gasped as his fingers slowly tightened. "What about… Ngh… Work?" His grip eased up enough for me to speak.

Tsukiyama chuckled. "Only if you won't run away again." He blew cool breath against my ear.

"We will see." I felt weak for trembling. I didn't know if I'd rather admit it being from desire or just lie and say its fear?

His hand released my neck, only to travel down my chest to my hip. His fingers dug in painfully. "I will always find you. Tonight, you can work. After that…" Cool lips pressed into the base of my neck and trailed to my ear. "You're mine." The cool touch left along with his presence.

I bit my lip trying to hold back anything that might come from my mouth. There's no point in going after him, he did say he will find me regardless. I grinned at the new game he had started. My hand reached up and fingertips brushed against where his lips were on my skin, the feeling lingering. I breathed in the scent of roses. My mind was made. I will play his game.