This A:N is for senpai, so you readers (if there are any) don't have to read it... (As for the people who requested, I'll try getting to your requests as soon as possible! Thanks for your patience...) 

Alright Yunacchi: 1... 2... 3... HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! : "Otanjoubi omedetou, mademoiselle." (I DESERVE A SLAP FOR THAT!) Anyways, I had intended to write a SakuraixReader instead of this but no ideas came to mind ;-; (NO KIDDING! *slapped*) and since we have been talking about Tokyo Ghoul (more specifically, TSUKIYAMA, TSUKIYAMA, TSUKIYAMA, and sneak in a lil of Kaneki there...) I thought why not write this... though the idea/concept of this is not mine but belongs to a wonderful tumblr user whos name I will fish out later cause it's totally rude to use their idea without crediting... [UPDATE: their username is homumeido] though I hope they don't read this cause this fic sucks ;-; BIG TIME. (Look at the side pic though....) I even added some information I made up in there... *sigh* I swayed off topic too....

WARNINGS: OCC F̶r̶e̶n̶c̶h̶ ̶G̶e̶n̶t̶l̶e̶m̶a̶n̶ Tsukiyama, OOC kaneki ;-; OOC EVERYTHING! And errr, I tried to write hints of lemon in there, but my embarrassment took the better of me and I foreshadowed everything in a way so it's up to your imagination.... 

Oh and, anything in Italics is Kaneki's thoughts XD

K', hope you're having an amazing BDAY and I hope you enjoy this QAQ  (So embarrassed that she can't bring herself to proofread...)

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A book can take one’s mind astray, if even for a little while, and yet, it wasn’t working this time round. 

“Two weeks…” Kaneki muttered under his breath absentmindedly before gasping. He clicked his tongue, opening and closing the book in his hands. It was useless. He couldn’t take his mind off Tsukiyama.

He scowled, resting his cheek on his hand. He’d never expected to be so wind up over Tsukiyama’s absence. But, he couldn’t blame himself for it, because for all he cared, it was suspicious. Tsukiyama always went on about wanting to live under the same roof, using every opportunity he could to get close to Kaneki, and yet he’d surprisingly held himself in check these past two weeks.

Normally, Kaneki wouldn’t have thought much of it. Rather, it was highly convenient. However, the subtle hints of bore Tsukiyama had left behind every now and then put him on edge. He wasn’t over thinking it, nor could he pass it off as an act by Tsukiyama to stir him up. Heck, he could read the guy like an open book, but as to what his intentions are this time, he had no idea.

The hints he’d been given weren’t much, but Kaneki was smart, two hints were enough for him to deduce what everything meant. Tsukiyama had grown bored. Bored of him. 

Growing bored or not though, did he really have to avoid Kaneki all together? Be it passing on Data or the like, he’d just give them to Banjou or pass them through the door, not bothering to say hello or goodbye – not that Kaneki cared either way, or at least that’s what he’d been telling himself.

Kaneki saw it; Tsukiyama had grown an interest in an employee at the nearby bookstore. He didn’t mean to, he just happened to take notice of it while strolling around aimlessly. She was surprisingly plain for Tsukiyama’s tastes, and yet, he seemed to be fond of her. A little too fond. And knowing his sick tendencies, Kaneki knew whatever fate he had in store for the girl wasn’t going to be pretty.

A sigh escaped his lips. Tsukiyama had grown tired of the idea of eating him, he could tell, using what he’d overhead him telling Hinami as proof, “I’ve come to realize, rareness does not define one’s quality – rather, it’s sometimes the things we tend to overlook, the ones that are always available, that have the best quality.” Kaneki would’ve probably passed that off as an uncharacteristic fluke of Tsukiyama’s, but he couldn’t. Not with how Tsukiyama seemed convinced of his own words.

Those words had stirred something inside of Kaneki. Was it anger, annoyance, betrayal? He wasn’t sure, but seeing Tsukiyama giving up on him within the blink of an eye wasn’t exactly a sight to behold.

“Onii-chan, what’s wrong?” Hinami’s gentle voice cut through his reverie. He blinked, not entirely sure what sort of expression he’d been wearing, but apparently it was enough to worry Hinami, and it was all Tsukiyama’s fault. Why should be bothered over him? It annoyed him to no end. He was sick of the 20 year old’s antics. He should be relieved due to this sudden development, but he wasn’t.

Kaneki shrugged off whatever thoughts he had and smiled, “It’s nothing.” 

“…” Hinami stared back, not convinced, but she knew better than to pry. “I-I hope you make up with Tsukiyama-san soon…” And with that she left the room, leaving Kaneki dumbfounded. Apparently whatever had been going on with him and Tsukiyama wasn’t just affecting him, but the others had taken notice of it, too. How inconvenient.  

Though, despite knowing full well what was going on, it was all getting on every last nerve he’d had for Tsukiyama.

His eyes wandered around the room, landing on the books Tsukiyama had brought him. Menace entered his eyes from the mere thought of how boring the books had been. If any of them could’ve been considered even remotely decent/entertaining then it was the one by Takatsuki Sen, but even then he was in no proper mood to enjoy a good read.

Giving me those to make me feel better then barely seeing how I am… what a hypocrite. He thought. Kaneki didn’t like it. He didn’t like thinking of Tsukiyama. And yet that’s exactly what he’d been doing for the past ten minutes.

Well, whatever. I’ll just drop them off at his house tomorrow. Having thought that, he hadn’t the slightest clue as to where Tsukiyama lived.

 --

Kaneki sighed. He hadn’t had time all morning to carry out his secret plan – knowing well that Banjou and the others would reject the idea and stop him in his tracks, and that was the last thing he needed.

It was already evening now and his group had retired for the night, making it the perfect opportunity for him to leave. Though he’d decided to visit Tsukiyama’s place, he had no idea where it was, nor in all honesty did he want to find out.

His old self would’ve probably dreaded the idea of entering the Gourmet Ghoul’s domain, but his current self is confident. Confident he can defend for himself against Tsukiyama, and if necessary, end things once and for all, with Tsukiyama’s luck being on the short end of the straw.

However while there was that, a ghoul’s keen sense of smell proved to be handy. He managed—even though he frowned upon the idea—to sniff out Tsukiyama’s location. The Gourmet had a unique smell and Kaneki couldn’t argue he was wrong when he’d brag about how delicious he tasted – he smelled delicious. Had they not been ‘allies’, Kaneki might’ve just helped himself.

He rolled his eyes, yeah right.

Before he knew it, he’d unconsciously found himself in front of a door. He’d been too lost in thought to notice where he’d been going but he could tell that he was inside a building and the door in front of him led to Tsukiyama’s flat.

Knowing that there was no turning back after this, he knocked on the door, waiting for an answer.

Nothing.

He knocked again, this time with a little more force, “Tsukiyama-san, are you in there?” But no response came.

Kaneki grit his teeth. He knew Tsukiyama was in there, he could smell him, which could only mean he was deliberately ignoring him. Worst case scenario he’d have to break down the fancy looking door and ambush Tsukiyama’s apartment. He had nothing to lose either way.

He growled, pulling down the door handle, as if the door would magically open – surprisingly, it did.

It wasn’t locked? How careless. “Excuse my intrusion.” The words unconsciously slipped past his lips. Old habits die hard. He clicked his tongue and took in his surroundings.

The apartment was well furnished and just like Tsukiyama, stylish. Stylish? As if. Kaneki sighed, scanning the living room for any traces of Tsukiyama but there were none.

Where is that guy? He frowned and in that moment, Tsukiyama’s smell grew rich. He followed where the smell had led him only to find himself in a bedroom seconds later. It wasn’t long before he spotted what he’d been searching for.

Tsukiyama was sitting outside in his bedroom’s veranda, staring absentmindedly ahead, paying no mind to his surroundings, not even Kaneki. Kaneki sighed, walking forward. He slid the window open and stepped inside; hoping what little commotion he’d caused would catch Tsukiyama’s attention.

He stared at Tsukiyama whose expression was strangely solemn for once. The sight ahead made him wonder whether this was all practiced. Tsukiyama’s pose, expression, even the scenery, it was all picture perfect that he couldn’t help the thought.

But, despite Tsukiyama looking forward, taking whatever scenery was around him; his eyes didn’t seem to be looking at anything at all.

Kaneki’s took gradual steps forward, footsteps growing louder each time from how painfully quiet the place was. Tsukiyama blinked, as if annoyed by the sudden disturbance and cut a deadly glare Kaneki’s way. He shuddered from the expression Tsukiyama wore. He’d never seen him like that, and that might’ve just been the reason that for the first time, the current him thought Tsukiyama was dangerous. He had no idea what might’ve put him in such a foul mood, nor did he want to know.

“K-Kaneki-kun!” Tsukiyama gasped, realizing who was in front of him. He looked genuinely surprised by Kaneki’s presence, which was weird considering how he’d be the first to catch  hint Kaneki’s scent. Was he that bored that he even forgot how his so-called ‘unique’ scent?

Tsukiyama recovered from the earlier surprise and cleared his throat, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Normal. Kaneki thought, wondering why he was even here anymore. “Nothing.” He blandly replied, “I’m here to return your books – pick something interesting next time.”

In response, rather than offended, Tsukiyama gave him a puzzled look. “Books?”

“Yes?” Kaneki bit back a sarcastic comment. “These.” He held up his hand, and instead of the bag full of books he’d thought he’d taken, was his fist held up in air. He gasped, opening and closing his mouth, trying to find suitable words to say before gritting his teeth. “Whatever. You – what’s wrong with you?”

He knew full well what was wrong. Nothing was wrong. It was as clear as day, but he still felt the urge to ask.

“Me? Nothing.” Tsukiyama’s response surprisingly shocked him. What had he been expecting? Tsukiyama to fawn over how KANEKI-KUN was worried about him while throwing foreign words here and there? How stupid.

“Though if anything…” Tsukiyama got up, closing the gap between him and Kaneki, alerting him. “I,” He paused, as if trying to pick his words carefully. “Recently, I discovered one’s smell changes depending on their feelings. The more pleasurable the feeling, the richer their smell becomes. Coincidentally, the taste…” Tsukiyama smirked. “Changes.”

Kaneki had no idea what Tsukiyama was trying to get at. If he was expecting him to understand his ‘unique’ tastes, then he was looking for understanding in the wrong person. Though, if he understood anything from all the nonsense Tsukiyama spouted, then it was he’d definitely done something to the girl from the bookstore to put a basis to his theory.

“Well, that was what I thought.” The smirk slipped off his face. “Kaneki-kun, your smell… even in distress, it’s still so rich. Even richer than usual.” Now with the topic back to him, Kaneki was back on guard, slowly picking up Tsukiyama’s point.

“So you want a bite?”

“A taste.” Tsukiyama corrected, not that Kaneki could see any difference.

Kaneki paused, thinking through what he wanted to say. “I’ll let you have a bite, taste, or whatever,” Tsukiyama’s face lit up at those words. “But I won’t. I mean, there is more than one way to e-eat someone.” Kaneki lowered his gaze, brows furrowed. He had no idea what he was saying or how the topic suddenly drifted to Tsukiyama eating him. The last thing he needed was Tsukiyama’s teeth sinking into his flesh. 

But, if he backed out now, he knew he’d lose Tsukiyama’s interest, forever. It annoyed him to no end how much that mere thought bothered him. Looking on the bright side of things (or at least how he’d like to convince himself there was a bright side to any of this) his life had been growing rather dull lately and this just seemed the thing to brighten it up, if even a little.

Tsukiyama stared at him, dumbfounded. He had no idea what he was going on about and Kaneki sensed it, growing irritated. He’d taken Tsukiyama to be the type to know every nook and cranny of one’s anatomy, of course along with the things one can do to cause current ‘changes’, even if temporary.  But apparently, he might’ve just been mistaken.

“D-double entendre…” Kaneki mumbled. He’d read about it, what two people, regardless of gender, could do together. It was his sheer curiosity that led him to such a finding. He’d never intended for it to go beyond his knowledge, and yet he was encouraging exactly that, with Tsukiyama of all people. 

“I see.” Tsukiyama placed a hand over his mouth, thinking through Kaneki’s words. “I see, so that’s it! Marvelous! I would never have thought you’d ask such a favor of me, Kaneki-kun.”

Favor? Hardly. Suggestion? Maybe.

“Then, if you may.” Tsukiyama held out his hand, leading towards his bed. Kaneki gulped, slowly complying to the request his gesture implied. He made a mental note to thoroughly reprimand himself for the stupidly, illogical, rash actions he was about to take.

But, there was no turning back. Tsukiyama’s weight kept him down, and Kaneki could feel his heartbeat growing louder. It was hardly affection, but excitement of a predator. That much Kaneki knew.

Tsukiyama rolled up Kaneki’s shirt, trailing kisses down Kaneki’s now exposed flesh. It was ticklish. Despite how well toned his body had become; it was surprisingly sensitive to Tsukiyama’s touch. Probably because this was all foreign to him, he decided.

The kisses stop upon reaching Kaneki’s abdomen. Tsukiyama licks his lips in anticipation while muttering a quiet, “bon appétit.” Kaneki felt Tsukiyama’s teeth graze against his skin and looked down, staring at the sight through bored eyes. Was this how it was supposed to feel? He had nothing to compare it to.

Pain was hardly something he was worried about, at least not anymore. All he could do right now was lay helplessly under Tsukiyama, waiting for the said ‘tasting’ to end. Surprisingly, Tsukiyama stopped and got up, fixing himself.

Tsukiyama sighed, as if disappointed in himself. “It’s such a rare offer, but I’m really not in the mood. Sorry, Kaneki-kun, do you mind leaving?”

Kaneki clenched the sheets, growing offended. How could that stupid gourmet reject an offer he’ll ever get once in his lifetime? Anger surfaced. Idiot. He bolted up and grabbed the back of Tsukiyama’s shirt, forcing him down as he straddled him.

Sliding off his shirt, he glared down, tossing it aside. Tsukiyama’s eyes widened at the sudden change in positions, “It always seemed to me you found it quite fascinating how I—how I put my knowledge to work, was it? How about I show you just how far one’s knowledge can go?”

A little part of him knew he’d regret this later, but the greater, more dominant part of him dismissed the thought. After all, there were greater things to regret in life, things that actually mattered to him, and this, in comparison, was nothing.

 --

 “Ah, Kaneki-kun… could you untie my hands? Please.”

Kaneki glared down, growing tighter around Tsukiyama. He’d learned a lot of things, shameful things, but he was in no way embarrassed. It was pointless to be embarrassed now anyways. “No. It won’t be fun otherwise. Your stupid ties finally have another use, be grateful.” In no way did he mean to sound arrogant, but if he didn’t show any signs of dominance over Tsukiyama right this moment, well, things wouldn’t exactly go as planned.

Tsukiyama grimaced, body shuddering at Kaneki’s sudden action. Tsukiyama was enjoying this and Kaneki knew it. Masochistic, sadistic, whichever one Tsukiyama was, within this Kaneki’s presence, it was definitely the first. Kaneki was neither and he wasn’t ready to feed Tsukiyama’s masochistic tendencies in anyway but this either.

Having said that, Kaneki was surprised at how he was enjoying the dominance he’d been feeling. Even If he technically wasn’t the dominant one right this moment, he felt otherwise – he liked it. Tsukiyama under him and a moaning mess. Knowing he was the cause of all this brought him great pleasure.

“Pour l’amour du ciel, Kaneki-kun! I can’t touch you…”

“And it’s fine that way.” He had no idea whatever French nonsense Tsukiyama had just spat out, but he at least knew that Tsukiyama was more than capable of ripping the ties apart.  He wasn’t so weak as to be retrained by meager fabric. He wasn’t going to free himself though – he didn’t want to cut the pleasure he was feeling, Kaneki presumed.  

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He already knew the answer to that, but just like Tsukiyama to his theories, he needed solid proof – for his own self satisfaction, but no answer came. 

“Say it.” Kaneki demanded, slightly moving his hips. Whatever he’d learned, if it wasn’t showing any definite results, then it was useless to him. However, he knew full well these rash movements of his meant to provoke Tsukiyama were dangerous. But he wasn’t ready to lose himself to pleasure; he wasn’t feeling any to begin with. Pain, was it? That was something he’d grown accustomed to and this was hardly befitting to be called pain. It was something he’d never felt before and he was sure he’d never feel unless he had done this.

Tsukiyama let out what seemed like a pathetic whimper, “I-I am…” He forced the words out through pants, hips shuddering.

Kaneki knew the hip movement was intentional and frowned, “Don’t mo—AH?!” Tsukiyama had taken him by surprise and reversed their positions.  Before Kaneki could even protest, he thrust deeper inside of him, earning a weak look of menace.

 “I have to thank you, Kaneki-kun. Without you coming here on your own record, I would’ve probably given up.”

A frown found its way to Kaneki’s features; he had absolutely no idea, once again, what Tsukiyama was getting at. 

“I might’ve seemed clueless in your eyes. But in reality, isn’t the clueless one you – you who doesn’t realize their own jealousy. Indeed that was a sight worth working for.” Tsukiyama’s voice was confident, but also careful. It wasn’t until the last sentence left his mouth that reality came tumbling down on Kaneki.

This was all planned. Everything. The past two weeks had all been an act. Everything he’d seen or heard regarding Tsukiyama was all planned. When he’d seen how strangely fond he was of the bookstore’s employee that time, he’d overlooked the possibility of Tsukiyama knowing he was there. Most probably the reason Tsukiyama had told Hinami the so-called ‘new realization’ was because he knew Kaneki would overhear it. How could he have missed it? No, Tsukiyama was extra careful; of course he’d miss it!

“Why…” Kaneki grit his teeth, the question directed at himself and not Tsukiyama, and covered his eyes with his hands.

Tsukiyama smiled, feeling satisfied at how confused he’d made Kaneki. “Possessiveness. Selfishness.”

Now those were things Kaneki was sure he might’ve ever failed to feel. If anything, he might just be called selfless, it was a bad habit he’d picked up from his late mother. But was everything really as it seemed? He had no idea.

Slowly, he slid his hands off his face, eyeing Tsukiyama, as if waiting for an explanation.

“My, Kaneki-kun. Do not be so confused, it’s but a simple matter. When something is yours, it’s yours. Growing attached to something, not necessarily through affection, and having it stolen away from you, it’s natural to get disrupted. There’s no need to question that. ”

For once, his explanation managed to get through to Kaneki. Like how a child was possessive to its toy, this could be interpreted the same way. Though if anything, Tsukiyama was more of a dog.

“This is mine, because it’s mine. Is that it? So you’re saying that I feel like you’re mine.” Kaneki let out a snort, almost forgetting just what they were doing. “How stupid.”

“Mm, I wonder.” Tsukiyama let a self-satisfied smile cross his features and slowly caressed Kaneki’s bare thigh, “Tender.” Kaneki’s face flushed, remembering just how exposed he was.

He could push him off and end this, but that was the wish of one part of him. The other part, the curious part of him, was more interested to see this through to the very end, feeling things its never experienced before.  

“Shall I?” Tsukiyama teased, as if Kaneki’s permission really mattered at this point. Kaneki clicked his tongue in embarrassment and Tsukiyama took that as a ‘yes’. His body shuddered. With each thrust, an almost electric yet comforting feeling ran through his body, making his lower half grow pleasantly numb.

Tsukiyama was surprisingly quiet, staring down at Kaneki, as if savoring the view. Kaneki wasn’t sure whether he was grateful for Tsukiyama’s silence or not, but he knew whatever Tsukiyama had to say right now would be better off left unsaid.

The tables had been turned, all because of his baseless jealousy, but it’d feel so wrong to stop this now.

“About time, hm?” Tsukiyama frowned, a smile working its way to his lips. Kaneki wondered what he was going on about before his eyes widened. A foreign tickling chill ran through his body as his hips shuddered. He bit down on his lower lip to suppress a moan, blood trickling down his chin from the impact of his teeth.

“Non! That won’t do, Kaneki-kun.” Tsukiyama reprimanded, “At the very least let me hear your voice? Or will you owe me the pleasure of a next time?”

Next time? Are you deluding yourself? Kaneki would’ve liked to say but he was exhausted and confused beyond reasoning.

Tsukiyama smiled and loomed over his exhausted body. He leaned in closer and licked away the trail of blood from Kaneki’s chin, eyes widening for a split second, before fixing himself up. He stared down at Kaneki, who glared back, and licked his lips,

“Délicieux.”

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OMG, THIS IS THE LONGEST THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN IN MY LIFE. AND PROBABLY THE THING I WILL FOREVER BE EMBARRASSED OVER ;-;  I finished writing this at 11:57pm, WAY TO GO ME!, even though it's already been hours since your bday started over there, but I really hope you enjoyed this.... *heavy breathing* I've like, repeatedly slapped myself while writing this, (NO KIDDING!) QAQ I really, really hope you enjoy this though... I even tried writing lemon for you since you were curious about that... *never gonna write lemon again* 

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