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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tokyo_Ghoul
  Relationship:
      Kanae_von_Rosewald/Tsukiyama_Shuu
  Character:
      Kanae_von_Rosewald, Tsukiyama_Shuu
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Scent_Kink, Underwear_Kink, Underwear_Theft, lol, Master_&
      Servant, Jealousy, Blow_Jobs, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Rimming, Come
      Eating, topping_Kanae, Wow, bottom_Shuu, Kagune_Usage, but_like_chill,
      slightly_implied_dubious_consent, but_for_real_it's_consensual_okay, i'm
      sure_you_can_see, Tsukikana, tokyo_ghoul_time_line, Consensual_Underage
      Sex, Blood_Drinking, Biting, Possessive_Behavior
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-14 Chapters: 6/6 Words: 18849
****** Rose by any other name ******
by little_miss_shinigami_(rosexwald)
Summary
     Kanae, feeling jealous and not appreciated, decides to stop waiting
     for his knight on a white horse, and take the matters into his own
     hands. The dirty secrets he is enjoying while alone, stop being
     enough, as his master seems to be slipping away, chosing another over
     him. And this is not something the young ghoul can allow to happen.
      
     Written for tumblr userkanae-west who complained that in all
     TsukiKana fics Kanae is always bottom.
     I accepted the challenge. The result is before you.

     WARNING: please be aware that this fic is placed in Tokyo Ghoul
     timeline, so 3 years before Tokyo Ghoul :re. This makes Kanae 15/16
     years old, and is therefore considered as underage, as the age of
     consent in Tokyo prefecture is 18 years old.
***** Stolen Touches *****
 
Kanae stood by the window, holding a single, white hair in between his thumb
and index finger. Several minutes passed already since he abandoned his task of
picking up master Shuu’s laundry, and he nearly forgot why did he come to the
room, so focused on this new discovery. He was examining the hair carefully,
squeezing it between his fingers so hard his skin was turning white.
It must be his…
Kanae may have been young, but he was not stupid. It was like this before, but
never before has it come so far. First there was Kirishima Touka, long time
ago. Master Shuu talked about her a few times, admiring her strength and
skills, but then he forgot. She was too young anyway, so it was hardly a case.
Kanae was too young back then as well, being annoyed at his master’s new
fascination, but hardly understanding why it bothered him, apart from childish
attachment to the older ghoul.
He also met this human rat, Chie Hori. Outrageous, for a ghoul of master Shuu’s
status to have such acquaintances… He was saying that it’s interesting that she
does not appeal to his hunger. Well, that was only making her trash, wasn’t it?
Kanae couldn’t understand why his master would befriend her, if there was
nothing he could be attracted to. Perhaps that one detail was the only reason
why Kanae was even still tolerating her around.
Then there was Kamishiro Rize. She was a real threat, and Kanae was old enough
to know that if she would be willing, her relationship with master Shuu would
soon stopped being platonic. And he really didn’t like that thought. That would
mean his master would be going out much more often, leaving Kanae in the
mansion… his small palm was curling into a fist just for the thought. But, she
turned out to be unworthy, insulting master Shuu’s taste (inimaginable!) she
nipped their relationship in the bud. Perfect. She was an idiot, at least she
let it show before it was too late.
And just when he thought that everything was back to normal, he appeared, and
everything went to hell. Kanae wished that master Shuu would just eat him
already, but this brat seemed to be too clever somehow. Scheiße. His master was
focusing his attention on this halfbreed fully recently, and it seemed that
nothing else mattered to him at the moment. Shuu became a guest in his own
house, going out so often, leaving Kanae with nothing to do, apart from
rummaging through his private things, looking for nothing in particular, and
stubbornly sitting in his bedroom, letting the lingering scent on his master’s
pillows to replace the lost company.
Then master Shuu was finally coming back, carrying this filth on his clothes.
Just how close they were exactly for his hair to end up on Tsukiyama’s jacket?
Kanae didn’t even want to think about it, because the reason might have been
innocent, however the boy’s mind was serving him only the worst images.
Disgusting.
With an irritated huff, Kanae tossed the hair away, and went through his
master’s wardrobe once again, picking all of the clothing he remembered him
wear recently, and sniffing them in search for even small trace of a smell that
could belong to the halfbreed. All of this will need to be washed. Not that he
had anything else to do, master Shuu was out, again.
Later on in the evening, it became obvious that Tsukiyama will apparently not
be coming back home for the night. Just what could possibly keep him away?
Again, Kanae suffered when images of all the dreadful possibilities were
running through his head. The boy was dying out of boredom, not having anything
to take care of, since his master wasn’t there. Also, he was too angry about
the hair he found, to even focus enough to occupy himself with anything else.
Disturbing perhaps everyone in the mansion, he took his annoyance out on the
innocent piano, banging with his fingers against the keys in terrible
cacophony. It was a miracle he even heard the front door opening, as master
Shuu eventually did come home.
Kanae slipped out into the hall, seeing his master in pitiful state as his
clothes and hair were messed, and his cheeks flushed as if he was a labour
worker.
“Master Shuu, welcome.” he greeted him with utmost polite, collected tone, “You
look tired, did something happen?”
“Ah, Kanae-kun!” Tsukiyama seemed to be in particularly good mood, beaming at
the boy. Normally Kanae would be happy, but this time he knew where the good
mood is coming from, and he was mostly annoyed. “Many, many things happened! I
have been helping Kaneki-kun in his practice today, he is getting so good at
hand to hand combat, he’s doing so well.” the ghoul seemed to be positively
dizzy with excitement.
“Oh… that is so nice.” Kanae responded, hoping that his words didn’t sound too
spiteful, because it sure felt as if his mouth was dripping venom. “I am glad
you had a good day, master Shuu. Shall I draw you a bath?”
“Necessarily, I’m all sweaty and exhausted.” his master commanded, already
making his way upstairs in a lively, springy step. Kanae followed him,
shuffling his feet and pursing his lips not to huff.
This was nightmare. They were so close, spending so much time together… It was
so unfair. Kanae’s frowning features softened into a miserable pout as he
looked at the steaming water filling the bathtub, turning pinkish once he added
some rose oil. Master Shuu was his, why there was always someone who tried to
steal him away? It was hardly the first time for Kanae to experience such
jealousy and anger over master Shuu’s affairs, but somehow it felt that it was
never as serious as now. Kaneki Ken sounded like a real threat, nothing he has
done so far managed to dispirit his master, on the contrary, he seemed more and
more fixated on this one, particular meal. Or was it still just a meal? Kanae
highly doubted that.
The boy returned to his master’s bedroom in the meantime, as water slowly
flowed from the tap, filling the bathtub. He walked in just as Tsukiyama was
removing his jacket, tugging at the top button of his shirt, clearly unfocused
as the blissful expression on his face stated, and the awkward fumbling of his
fingers over the button.
“Let me do this for you.” Kanae stepped closer, removing his master’s jacket by
pushing it down his arms, and he tossed it to hang over the back of the chair,
before he started to work on the shirt buttons. He really liked to do it,
helping master Shuu in his morning and evening routine was without a doubt his
favourite duty. He loved being so close, able to just lean in and touch him,
smell him… and look at him, all of him, freely admire every inch of his beloved
master.
His hands worked dexterously down the row of buttons, the shirt falling open
and exposing master Shuu’s toned chest. Kanae couldn’t take his eyes off of his
master’s body, so perfect and beautiful. However, as he helped him remove the
shirt completely, his brow furrowed seeing a few bruises staining the normally
smooth, spotless skin.
“Are you hurt, master Shuu?” the boy asked with concern, selfishly taking the
opportunity to run his hands along the older ghoul’s torso, tracing the bruises
with his fingertips. He looked up at Tsukiyama, giving him a very worried look,
but at the same time feeling his heart speed up as his hands roamed over his
master’s chest.
“It’s nothing, they will fade until the morning.” Shuu waved his hand
dismissively, “Kaneki-kun tends to forget himself sometimes, he’s still not
fully aware of his own strength.” he said it so lightly, almost swooning as he
chuckled melodically. His voice was always getting so silly and irritating when
he was speaking about the halfbreed. It was so annoying, this pig hurt his
master, dared to put his filthy hands on him in such harmful way, and yet
master Shuu seemed thrilled about that fact.
“You should be careful.” Kanae replied coldly, averting his eyes back down his
master’s bruised chest, and his strong, sculpted stomach; his hands sliding
down as well, to help him unbuckle the belt.
His fingers grazed and tickled the skin of Tsukiyama’s lower stomach, seemingly
by accident, but it was hardly unintentional. The belt hung open, and Kanae
unzipped his master’s trousers, his palm teasing with a feather-light touch to
his crotch, before the boy stepped away. He knew not to push his luck, his
touched meant to seem innocent, it would be highly indecent and embarrassing if
his master would notice that he’s touching him like this on purpose. He let him
continue undressing by himself, as he turned around to fold his clothing and
place it in the wardrobe. But he was barely paying attention to that, his eyes
glancing sideways to catch Tsukiyama’s reflection in the mirror as he removed
the rest of his clothes, staying only in his underwear, to Kanae’s
disappointment.
Once master Shuu disappeared in the bathroom to take his bath, Kanae picked up
all of his clothes, folded them neatly and put away, and then prepared the bed,
removing the heavy, velvety comforter that was covering the sheets during the
day, and adjusting the pillows. Opening the window to let in some fresh air,
for his master’s better, more relaxing sleep, Kanae felt how cool, evening air
was biting his warmed up, flushed cheeks. He was always blushing so much when
he got to be so close to master Shuu, sight of his body, and the touch that he
could steal was making him feel all feverish and bothered. Agh, this was so
low, so low of him… But he couldn’t stop himself, he craved this closeness, and
the pleasant tingling that was raising in his stomach was too addictive to let
him think straight.
The boy rushed to the bathroom, bending over and pressing his eye to the
keyhole to peek inside, but it was already too late. He wasted too much time
wandering around the bedroom, and he didn’t get to see his master removing his
underwear, as he was now already sitting in the tub, humming a melody
underneath his breath as he washed himself. Ah, maybe it was for the best…
Kanae stood up straight and leaned his back against the door. He really should
stop with this, peeking like that, sneaking glances and touches like a pervert.
A servant should be more respectful.
All those noble, self-restraining thoughts were for nothing, as some time later
Kanae came into the bathroom, carrying his master’s pyjama and a robe. With
difficulty, he managed to avert his eyes modestly once Tsukiyama stood up from
his bath. Staring like this would be too obvious, but Kanae had to bite his lip
to stop himself, and eventually his eyes caught a glimpse of master Shuu’s
behind as he was putting on the pyjama.
Claiming to be very tired, Shuu went straight to bed, and they exchanged
goodnights without even looking each other in the eyes. Tsukiyama draped the
robe over his shoulders and sleepily walked away, leaving Kanae in the bathroom
to clean up. The boy rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to remove the plug from
the bathtub, and let the water slowly go down the drain. After he cleaned up
the steamed mirror, and mopped the wet footsteps from the tiles, he reached for
the abandoned towel, meaning to hang it back in place. However, his attention
was suddenly caught by the pair of his master’s undergarments, that got tangled
within the towel and now dropped onto the floor.
Kanae picked the underwear up, and found himself invaded by very peculiar
thoughts. Normally, he wouldn’t even think twice, and he would just dispose of
it with the rest of his master’s clothes that were waiting to be washed. But…
for some reason he stood there, holding the underwear and considering something
very, very shameful.
After a moment, he decided not to think about it too much. No one would see,
and no one would know, so there was no point being ashamed. Kanae glanced
towards the door to make sure they were closed, and no one saw him
contemplating a pair of boxer shorts for several minutes. Then, he folded the
underwear, and squeezed it into the pocket of his trousers, leaving the
bathroom as if nothing ever happened.
He pushed the underwear into the drawer of his nightstand hastily, and locked
it there as he went to wash himself, and get ready for sleep. Kanae was the
type to pamper himself, and usually he liked to take long bubble baths, but
this time he only showered, feeling somehow restless and anxious to go back to
his room. The anticipation was making his hair stand on end, and his face felt
even warmer than before, turning out to be furiously red once he looked at
himself in the mirror.
Once the boy returned to his bedroom, he turned off the lights immediately, and
scrambled into bed. At first he lay down, covering himself with the duvet
tightly, and giving himself the last chance to remain somehow decent. He
failed. Moments later he sat up, kneeling on the mattress and staring at the
nightstand. His hands balled into fists, and then unclenched again, his breath
seemed heavier all of a sudden. It was as if his whole body was trembling. This
nightstand drawer became a dirty, shameful secret, if anyone found out…
But they won’t. They won’t. No one saw him, and he was alone, so he can just do
it. He wanted to do it badly. It felt like he was about to do something that
will get him in trouble, something that will get him scolded later; like when
he heard dirty words for the first time when he was a child, and he blushed up
to the tips of his ears. It was thrilling. Without hesitating any further,
Kanae opened the drawer and fished out his master’s underwear that he hid there
before. He kneaded it in his hand for a moment, feeling the fabric with his
fingers, before pressing the underwear to his nose, and inhaling the scent
deeply.
Wunderbar…
It smelled like his master, of course, but somehow more. Kanae lived with Shuu
in one house, and had many opportunities to smell him, his skin, his hair, his
clothes, but nothing ever smelled like that. The scent was so strong, so
intense; it was the scent of his master that he well knew, but even more
intoxicating, deeper, sharper… so obscene. The boy whimpered, feeling a wave of
warmth pooling in his lower stomach instantly.
He held the underwear with both hands, pressed to his face tightly as he was
drawing in ragged, greedy breaths, not wanting to waste even a little bit of
this amazing smell. As he got drunk on it, eyes rolling to the back of his
head, Kanae dropped himself down onto the pillows, pushing his pyjama pants
down with a shaky hand.
A muffled whimper escaped him as he wrapped his hand around his cock, his
sensitive member twitching at the touch. He was already hard, whether it was
because of the smell, or did the sight of his master’s body earlier on have
such effect on him. Perhaps both. With one hand still pressing the underwear to
his face, Kanae started to stroke himself slowly, tracing his fingers along the
velvety skin of his shaft. He opened his mouth and bit on the fabric of the
boxers to keep himself quiet, inhaling heavily through his nose.
The boy honestly couldn’t remember being this turned on, his cock hardened in
his hand even more, and as he rubbed the tip with his thumb, he felt that he
was already leaking. His hips started to rock slowly, in the rhythm of his
strokes, pushing up for additional friction. But somehow, whatever he was
doing, didn’t feel like enough.
The scent was so overwhelming, and even just a mere touch was causing his blood
to boil, his body responding eagerly, and yet he couldn’t get satisfied.
Speeding up his movements, Kanae squirmed in the sheets, rolling his hips and
tugging at his cock impatiently, and spreading his legs wider, feeling the
pressure building in his loins. He was young, and insanely sensitive in that
moment, he should finish within couple of minutes, but he kept touching
himself, and breathing in his master’s musky aroma, and it felt as if he was
right on edge for this whole time, but he couldn’t bring himself to complexion.
His mind, hazed and intoxicated by the smell, gradually started to give him
images of his master. His toned, naked body, beautiful and muscular, but
instead of the ugly bruises left byhim, there were red marks and love-bites
left by Kanae’s own mouth. A smile tugged at this lips at this thought… yes, he
would like that, he would treat his master much better than anyone else. The
image made Kanae squeal weakly, wriggling his hips. How would it be if it was
his master’s hand around him now?
Kanae let go of his aching member and moved his hand down, cupping his
testicles and kneading the soft sack gently. Soon, one of his fingers sneaked
further down to tease around his tight entrance, his breath hitching as he
rubbed the pink, puckered hole. All of it felt amazing, and the smell of the
underwear was only intensifying all the sensations, but it was still not
enough.
He rolled onto his stomach, pushing himself up on his knees and sticking his
ass up in the air. The underwear was placed on his pillow, so that he could
smell it as he rested his cheek against it. As his hand returned to stroking
his cock, Kanae whimpered quietly against the pillow. After a few moments, skin
on his lower back started to move, as if there was something growing underneath
it, and finally it rose, releasing two twirled tentacles.
Now, imagining his master was having twice as good effect, as Kanae let his
rinkaku to curl around him, and rub between his asscheeks. The touch felt a bit
more foreign than his hand, and so it was like a completely new stimuli, to the
boy’s already sensitive body. Kanae squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep
breath as he pressed his nose against the underwear. Master Shuu… his hands,
yes, his hands on me… his lips, his tongue… mine, all mine, only mine…
Not minding to stay quiet anymore, Kanae moaned underneath his breath, bucking
his hips, pushing them back onto his kagune, and rocking them faster against
his hand. The second tentacle curled around his thigh, rubbing between his
legs, and he shuddered, drops of sweat forming on the back of his neck. Mine,
mine… all mine…
With a pathetic little cry, toes curling and back arching, Kanae came in his
hand, shooting ribbons of come all over his bedsheets, feeling it drip over his
fingers as he stroked himself through his climax. His legs trembled, knees
getting weak, and soon he dropped onto the bed, breathing heavily, his master’s
scent still teasing his senses and making him feel tingly between his legs. It
caused his breath to hitch, and he brought his hand up to his mouth, licking
his own release off of it. He sucked on his fingers, humming contently, as his
kagune slowly curled back into his body, and he couldn’t help but wonder how
would his master taste. Sniffing at his underwear, the boy tried to imagine the
flavour behind the scent, but obviously, it was merely awaking his hunger, and
doing nothing to satisfy it.
 
 
***** Amuse-bouche *****
Kanae’s new obsession continued for several days. Dirty little secret he kept
within the darkness of his bedroom, making him feel wrong and filthy. But he
couldn’t stop, the more he was doing it, the more he wanted it, needed it. The
boy became hyper-aware of his master’s scent, shuddering even when they were
simply standing close to each other. After he discovered the real core and
essence of the older ghoul’s aroma, he couldn’t keep himself collected in his
presence.
Making master Shuu’s bed in the morning, he was breathing in the scent that was
lingering on the sheets, calming, sweet smell. As he was helping him dress and
undress, Kanae was feeding his eyes with his master’s stunning appearance,
making sure to remember every detail, so that his imagination could make a good
use of it later. Once was being left alone, he was locking the door quickly,
and with mouth nearly watering in need, he sniffed his master’s clothing,
inhaling Tsukiyama’s scent from each piece of fabric he wore, before he was
able to put it away into the wardrobe.
His pyjama, the shirt that he was wearing for squash practice, still damp from
his sweat, his jackets, and vests, and trousers, and sweaters, everything he
could, everything that touched his master’s skin, and was carrying this
maddening smell.
Blinded by his hunger, Kanae became careless, and unfortunately master Shuu
noticed, once or twice, that the touch of his hands was hardly innocent, that
he was stealing some intimate, skin-to-skin contact. Tsukiyama didn’t say
anything, but Kanae saw how he was taking a step back when his hands were
reaching to fasten his belt, or how his breath was getting restless when the
boys fingers were pushing the bottom of his shirt behind the waist of his
trousers.
At first, Kanae felt ashamed, and was scolding himself in his mind that he let
himself to act so indecently, to violate his master’s private space for his
selfish purposes. But his remorse was disappearing quite quickly, every time
master Shuu was leaving the mansion to meet with the halfbreed, and Kanae was
left alone, surrounded by his master’s clothes and private things… It didn’t
feel wrong anymore, it felt like taking something he deserved to have.
Kanae well knew when Tsukiyama was seeing Kaneki, he didn’t even have to be
told specifically, but he could tell. Each of those days his master was
particularly careful about his choice of clothing, and was spending twice as
much time styling his hair, and in general was in very giddy mood since the
very morning. It was so annoying, as if the halfbreed pig was anything special…
From what master Shuu was telling him sometimes, Kanae gathered that Kaneki Ken
had other ghouls helping him, claiming to be his friends… then why did he have
to take master Shuu as well? Didn’t he have enough? He could have everything
and everyone, for all Kanae cared, but he chose to steal his master. The
difference was, Kanae didn’t have anyone else…
So unfair. He felt lonely, and underappreciated, and jealous, so so jealous. If
the halfbreed could have his master’s company all day, and his help, and his
attention, then Kanae could have those brief moments for himself, and he didn’t
need to feel bad about this. Of course not.
That day, as usual, Kanae patiently helped master Shuu choose the outfit, and
patiently listened to his babbling about how exciting the day was going to be,
how he will assist Kaneki Ken in something important which will surely help him
gain his trust. The boy waited until his master turned his back to him, to
freely roll his eyes at all this. It was disgusting to hear how his master was
seemed to enjoyed being Kaneki Ken’s puppy, mewling for his attention and
trust. When did it come to this? Master Shuu didn’t deserve to be treated like
that.
Kanae, on the other hand, cherished him. He admired his master, and was looking
up to him, and he just couldn’t stand that his affection went unnoticed, while
the halfbreed was getting everything Kanae himself wanted. The boy took his
glimpse of satisfaction, wrapping his hands around master Shuu’s neck when he
helped to tie his tie for him, and then running his hands down his chest to
straighten the fabric of his shirt. That was all he was getting, and it had to
be enough. Tsukiyama left, head over heels excited about another day he will
spend with Kaneki Ken, and Kanae was left after getting merely an appetizer,
teasing his thirsty senes. It really wasn’t enough.
With a sigh, the boy turned his back to the door where his master disappeared
moments before, and went about folding his clothes scattered around the room,
all of the outfits that were rejected by Tsukiyama this morning. Pressing the
fabrics tenderly to his nose, he sniffed his master’s aroma, nuzzling his
cheeks against his silks and cottons, batistes, satins, flannels and velours,
before hanging the outfits back in the wardrobe.
It was time to change the bedsheets, and Kanae got into the task much
indifferently, his mind still focused on pointless, angry pouting. However, as
he started to pull off the covers, his master’s scent got to him once again,
fluttering into the air, gentle and sweet, and the boy’s features softened as
he breathed it in. He stared at the bed, so large and comfortable, the mattress
was soft, he knew, because he used to sleep here sometimes, when he was little.
When he had nightmares. When he cried for his mother.
Normally, Kanae would never consider this, because he knew master Shuu would
smell it later, and he would be able to tell what Kanae did, but… He was going
to put the fresh sheets on, and those will be washed, so he will leave no
trace. It was a perfect opportunity.
He took off his shoes, and slipped under the duvet, lying his head on the
pillows, and rolling onto his side to be able to press his nose amongst them,
and inhale this wonderful, calming aroma. One of his hands pulled the covers
over him, up to the chin, hiding him from the world in this safe place that was
his master’s bed. The smell of master Shuu surrounded him, smile curling onto
his lips. Kanae closed his eyes and easily recalled those nights when he would
come here and scramble beside master Shuu, and this strong, perfect man would
chase his nightmares away just by being there, being close. Why couldn’t it
stay like this? Why he had to grow up, and it suddenly stopped being
appropriate to share the bed with master Shuu? Why he had to be left alone, and
watch his master seeking company of others, maybe sharing the bed with them in
all the different ways…
His hand caressed the empty space next to him, fingers pawing at the sheets,
and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, fighting back tears. So unfair. Master
Shuu was his, he was his everything. How dare others take him away… how dare he
try to leave Kanae alone.
The boy sneaked his hand under the covers, pressing it between his legs, and
palming himself through his trousers. Letting out a sigh, feeling his cheeks
warming up, he rubbed himself a few times, before it stopped being enough, and
he impatiently fumbled with button and zipper, to squirm his palm behind the
fabric, and wrap his fingers around his growing erection.
His master’s scent was everywhere around him, enveloping him, clinging to his
skin, filling his senses until Kanae started salivating, lips slightly parted,
breathy moans escaping him freely. It wasn’t as strong as it was on his
underwear, but it was everywhere and it felt as if the boy lay within his
master’s arms, sharing the pleasure with him.
Kanae rolled onto his back, wriggling to slide his trousers past his hipbones,
freeing his cock with a content little sigh. His eyes stayed closed, and he
tried to imagine how would it be to really be here with master Shuu, and not
alone. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, Kanae sucked on them with a hum, and
then pushed the hand between his legs, rubbing at his entrance. The trousers
were really a bother, so he kicked them off awkwardly, and spread his legs
wider, slipping a finger inside his tight hole, still stroking himself for
distraction, as the feeling of something entering him was at first unpleasant.
But with master Shuu it surely would feel better. The thought made him squirm,
and Kanae bent his knees, lifting them higher up, his pink, quivering ass
greedily swallowing his whole finger, and he immediately added another one. His
breath was heavy and ragged, and Kanae was chewing at his lower lip to stifle
any louder sounds that threatened to escape him. Purr rumbled in his throat,
his cock rock hard and twitching in his hand as he pumped himself faster,
arching his back and turning his head to the side to sniff the bedsheets. How
he wished master Shuu was there.
Kanae let his mind wander, and soon his brow furrowed. He tried to chase the
annoying thoughts away, focus on the pleasure he felt, but it was too late and
he couldn’t help it once the bothering thoughts entered his mind.
Why was he imagining this all of a sudden? Thehalfbreed scum, getting his
master’s attention like this, feeling his slender, delicate hands upon his
skin, his fingers inside him… Master Shuu had wonderful hands, hands of a
pianist, and such long fingers… Kanae grunted as he pushed his own fingers
inside himself as far as they would go.
Was Kaneki Ken taken like this by master Shuu? Was he pleasured, cherished? Was
he loved? Such disgusting thought, and yet, Kanae didn’t stop touching himself,
bucking his hips and curling his fingers inside. Was this how it felt to be
with the other? How would he know, the only man he would allow to have him like
this was his master, and he didn’t want him. No, he didn’t care what Kanae
felt, what he could give him, he didn’t want it from Kanae, he wanted it from
him. In what ways was Kaneki Ken better?
He came with a shudder, his body tensing and clenching around his fingers, his
come spilling over his stomach. But it was a pathetic, unsatisfying orgasm that
left Kanae spent and annoyed, despising himself as he lay alone in the large
bed. Taking his hands away from between his legs, he curled up under the
covers, waiting for his breath to calm. No matter that no one could see him, no
matter that no one knew his thoughts, he still felt embarrassed and it made him
flinch.
That’s why master Shuu would never want him, because he was a pathetic,
delusional kid, sticking fingers in his ass while fantasising of being good
enough. Kanae fastened his clothing back neatly, and scrambled out of the bed
wanting to pretend that this never happened. He pulled the sheets off,
crumpling them hastily to cover the stains that he made just now, and he
gathered them in his arms to carry them to the laundry room. On his way, he
caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, cheeks still flushed and hair messed
up, so he ran a hand through his violet strands, combing them with his fingers
as he left the bedroom in rush.

Fresh sheets he brought moments after covered everything that occurred before,
their smell untainted by Kanae’s filth and shame.
 
***** Bathwater *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Kanae didn’t enter his master’s room for the rest of the day. Occupying himself
with all the other tasks that didn’t require him being there, he avoided the
bedroom stubbornly. He felt embarrassed, and what he had done was almost an
abomination, in his opinion. He promised himself not to ever do something like
this again, but it was easy to promise once his body felt somehow satisfied and
master Shuu was nowhere around.
But once Tsukiyama returned home later in the afternoon, Kanae couldn’t help
but stare after him longingly, and sniff the air whenever they were close. So
weak and pathetic he was in his master’s presence… perhaps that was the reason
why he could never compare to someone like Kaneki Ken, or anyone master Shuu
was interested in, for that matter. Apparently Shuu was attracted by strong,
unapproachable people, sort of intimidating types, and Kanae was none of that,
at least he didn’t feel he was.
The realization made him somehow melancholic, and he went about his duties
absent-mindedly and sloppily for the next few days. He hardly talked,
fulfilling his master’s orders without a second thought, and somewhere on the
back of his mind, he wished master Shuu would notice his bad mood. It would
mean he cares about him, if he asked why he is feeling blue, if he seemed
concerned… But he didn’t.
Touching his body as he was helping him dress and undress, Kanae felt as if he
was touching a cold, soulless sculpture. Beautiful, yes, but that’s all… made
for eyes to admire, but not for heart to love. And yet, the boy couldn’t seem
to stop himself, he longed the closeness, yearned to touch, to have this
substitute of intimacy.
His master’s smile, even though meant for another, was as lovely as ever; his
voice, even though speaking about things that were breaking Kanae’s heart, was
the most beautiful melody to his ears; and the smell that was filling the
mansion all around the young ghoul, his clothes, his belongings, was the only
one and beloved.
Kanae thought that perhaps he has no dignity, because he couldn’t stop loving
him, even clearly knowing that he isn’t wanted.
The things he was doing weren’t exactly dignified either, but that was the only
way of calming the hunger he felt for his master. Otherwise, he would never be
satisfied, since master Shuu will never want to have him in that way. What a
depressing thought. So unfair.
However, lately he was not in the mood for stealing underwear. He was rather
spending his evenings lying in his bed and pouting, flinching in shame at the
memory of those lewd things he was doing. At the same time, remembering them
was sending waves of tingling warmth to his belly, and he was getting hard
whether he wanted it or not.
That night, he once again cleaned up after his master’s bath, and picked up his
undergarments, staring at them for a few minutes, not sure whether he should
take it or not. He will resent himself if he takes it, but he will also feel so
good for this little while…
Biting his lower lip, Kanae pressed the underwear to his nose, and sniffed a
few times, as if trying to see if he can resist. Mein Gott… he couldn’t. He
couldn’t and he hated it, but he couldn’t resist. The smell was intoxicating,
it was both his hunger and the feast, craving and satisfaction, stimulus and
complexion. It was making his toes curl, and at the same time, it was making
him feel warm and safe.
Kanae hid the underwear in his pocket as always, and hastily finished the
cleaning, wanting to leave soon. He rolled the sleeve of his shirt up to his
elbow, and dipped his hand in the used bathwater to reach for the plug and let
it drain, but then… he stopped himself suddenly, taking his hand away, and
looking down at the tub.

The water was cloudy with soap, remains of bubbles floating slowly on the
surface. His master liked nicely smelling baths, but by now the rose scent
faded a bit, lingering only slightly after the water was used. Without even
thinking what he was doing, Kanae unfastened the ribbon tied underneath his
collar, tossing it aside, and started unbuttoning his shirt. He stripped from
his clothes, not even bothering to fold them, just leaving them in a heap on
the floor.
The bath was pleasantly timid as he stepped into the tub, and sat down,
submerging his body. Sitting with his legs curled up, knees pressed to his
chest, Kanae let the bubbles envelop him softly, sticking to his damp skin as
water moved around him. It felt nice. His master’s scent mixed with the smell
of rose oil added to the bath, and sweet notes of it lingered in the air. Two
of his most beloved smells together, dancing over his skin, caressing him like
a pair of tender hands. Kanae outstretched his legs, and sank in deeper into
the water, leaning his back against the tub, water covering him whole up to his
neck.
Closing his eyes, it was easy to imagine his master’s naked, wet body; slightly
damp ends of his hair on the back of his neck; the way his robe would clung to
his skin… Smile tugged at the corners of Kanae’s lips, and a soft purr rumbled
in his throat. He felt so relaxed, so peaceful. For the first time in days,
weeks maybe, he wasn’t stressed, annoyed, or envious.
He ran a hand through his hair, brushing them away from his face, and then his
fingertips brushed along the side of his neck, and lazily down his chest.
Pinching his pink nipple between finger and thumb, Kanae tugged at it gently,
lips parting to let out a soft, content sigh. He could already feel tingling
between his legs, and he crossed them slightly under water.
Goosebumps spread across his skin, water in the tub quickly going cold. But
Kanae couldn’t be really bothered by that. He was shuddering anyway, fingers
teasing the sensitive nub of his nipple, little shivers going through him,
while a smile was still present on his face. Inhaling deeply, he arched his
back into the touch, allowing himself to make a louder sound this time, not
able to hold it back. Everything around him smelled like master Shuu and roses…
he was, most probably, in heaven.
He reached to paw blindly over the cabinet next to the tub, and he grabbed a
bottle of rose oil. Opening it, he was struck by the strong, flowery smell, and
he poured the oil generously over his hands, rubbing slowly to let it cover his
palms, and back of his hands, making his skin instantly smoother and softer.
Forgetting about anything else, about his jealousy, and about being ashamed,
Kanae squirmed in the tub, blissful and relaxed. He pinched his nipple once
again, letting out a breathy chuckle at the pleasant spark of pain that
followed, and then his hand slid under the water surface, down his stomach, and
further between his legs.
Even though he was getting chills due to more and more cold water, Kanae was
taking his time, brushing his slick fingers slowly over his length, feeling it
getting harder gradually, responding to his gentle touch.
He dipped his hand further down, cupping his testicles and playing with them
lazily, rolling them in his palm, and tugging. He could already feel his body
twitch. After all, it’s been few days since he last touched himself, and the
tension built up within him.
Finally, he wrapped his fingers around his smooth, proudly hard length, and let
himself relish in the slow, gentle strokes. It wasn’t as frantic and desperate
as before. Both while he was inhaling the scent from his master’s underwear,
and as he lay in his bed, the pleasure was washing over him quickly, and he
felt impatient for more. But this time, as he was embraced by the calm,
delicate smells hovering above the water surface around him, he wanted to
savour the moment.
He opened the hot water tap and let his bath get warmer, little, content sigh
escaping him as his skin warmed up as well. The steam that appeared soon after
carried all of the wonderful smells into the air, Kanae’s calm breaths inhaling
the mixture of aromas that filled the humid air. With a firm grip around his
cock, the young ghoul stroke himself in a steady rhythm, fingers squeezing at
the base, and then rubbing the pink, glistening tip.
Breath getting heavier, Kanae started to rock his hips subtly, not to let the
water splash. He loved how different sensations he could feel due to the smell
of just one person. How would it feel to really be with master Shuu? If his
smell was stronger between his legs, then surely there were places where it was
so delicate and calming like he could sense now… maybe his hair, or the crook
of his neck, or maybe his stomach, the soft skin around his navel…
Loud moan erupted from between Kanae’s ajar lips, and he didn’t even notice
that the water already threatened to spill over and onto the floor. One of his
hands gripped the edge of tub, fingers clutching tightly, as he started to lose
himself, his breathing ragged and interrupted by needy whimpers. His cock
throbbed in his hand, pleasantly flushed in the warm water, all slick and soft
in touch, covered in the rose oil.
Orgasm hit him unexpectedly, Kanae was so blissful and relaxed that he barely
realized he reached the peak, and second after he was already coming. This
release was not like others before, it wasn’t violent or intense. The pleasure
washed over him in slow waves, his hips rolled rhythmically, pushing up into
his hand, and it seemed to last much longer than ever before. His body was
arching and relaxing in intervals, his release spilling into the bathwater
which already managed to brim over and was now dripping onto the floor.
Soon he came back on earth, slowly stepping down from his cloud nine, cheeks
dusted with a warm blush due to now hot water, lips wearing a slightly drowsy
smile, eyes fluttering open heavily. This made him feel so sleepy, and
lightheaded, wonderful, perfect complexion, so satisfying.
But it was only until he started to come to his senses, haze of his orgasm
leaving him completely. He closed the tap to stop water from flowing, and as he
shifted he felt how his lower back hurt from resting against the hard bottom of
the tub. Disturbed by his movement, water spilled over the edge of the tub, and
all those unpleasant sensations woke him up from his delusion.
After all, no matter what he was doing trying to find a replacement for the
intimacy he longed for, he was ending up in the same place always. Spent,
pathetic, and ashamed. Alone. His head fell back, and he let out a whiny sigh,
sliding lower in the tub so that the water covered all of him up to his chin,
as if he was trying to hide. All of this was not enough.
Kanae decided then, that nothing could possibly imitate the real closeness. And
without it, he was sure that he will soon fade like a flower, drying out from
his unfulfilled longing. So unfair. Why were others taking away the attention
that master Shuu should be focusing on him? Furrowing his brow the boy came to
the realization, that if he doesn’t seem to be good enough for his master to
claim him, then he has to claim his master instead.
 
Chapter End Notes
     yeah, this chapter was totally influenced by the song Bathwater by No
     Doubt
***** Appetite *****
Stealing stares and touches will get him nothing, it will only make his longing
harder to stand, but it won’t change anything. He was always staying low,
quietly standing by his master’s side; obedient little shadow, always there to
assist master Shuu’s bright light. Maybe this was how it should be, maybe this
was his role as a servant, but Kanae had to ask himself one question: when
exactly has he started to see himself as a servant?
The answer was: he hasn’t. He hasn’t. He was aware of his bloodline, and from
the very beginning, he thought of himself as a guest in Tsukiyamas’ manor, not
someone lower than them, and definitely not a member of staff. He adored Shuu,
as he was growing up, he was looking up to him, saw him as a role model, and
eventually, a friend. Yes, Kanae considered himself as someone very close to
Tsukiyama, someone trustworthy, and valuable, and when he was asked to assist
him, he took those duties upon himself with a pride. He didn’t even notice how
soon he was reduced.
And this all brought him up to this point. Curled up in his bed, sitting in the
dark room, and staring at the door, Kanae mulled over the thought that sprouted
in his head on that evening after he took a bath. Few days passed since then,
and Kanae was restless, knot in his stomach tight and bothering. He wanted
this, he could feel how it was boiling inside him, all those sinful feelings,
desire, lust, envy, hunger… Unsure at first, Kanae started becoming more and
more confident as the days were passing. Or maybe it wasn’t confidence, maybe
he just couldn’t stand the thought that each day his master was spending with
Kaneki Ken, it was growing them apart.
He easily convinced himself that this was what his master wanted. After all,
master Shuu had such sophisticated taste, and was picky not only regarding his
meals, but also his company. He seeked a thrill, he liked things exciting, and
Kanae was everything but that. He was a constant, someone who will always be
there, who will adore him no matter what, and take his side whatever happens.
Predictable, dull… Obviously Tsukiyama couldn’t be interested in him in that
case.
But well, master Shuu didn’t know about all his dirty secrets. Kanae was always
careful to seem decent and appropriate, and so his master only knew this side
of him. That’s why he seeked entertainment in others, because he didn’t know
how much better Kanae can be, better than anything else… He will have to show
him, then.
The very first step was hard to make, but eventually Kanae made up his mind,
and his small foot dangled off the bed, stepping quietly onto the soft carpet.
He scrambled out of bed, tiptoeing towards the door, and slipped out to the
hallway. His heartbeat was ridiculously loud, pounding in his ears, and it
seemed as if it could wake up the whole household. Why did it feel like doing
something bad? He wanted this… they both did, Kanae was certain. Master Shuu
liked things exciting, and thrilling, and one of a kind… there was no way he
wouldn’t want this. If this will make his master feel like he did when he was
touching himself, or even better, then it definitely couldn’t be bad.
He placed a hand against the hard wood of his master’s bedroom door, other palm
turning the doorknob slowly, and he pushed the door open. They squeaked
slightly, causing Kanae to freeze on the spot, but as he peeked into the room,
he saw that master Shuu didn’t even stir, resting peacefully in his bed. The
boy opened the door only as much as to fit through the crack, and sneaked
inside, closing them behind himself as quietly as he could.
What now?
The room was dark, perfectly silent, smelling of Tsukiyama’s bath soap. Pale
moonlight creeping shyly through a small space between closed curtains was the
only source of light, but Kanae’s eyes were already adjusted to darkness, after
he spent hours sleepless and restless in his own room. His footsteps were
soundless as he slowly and carefully walked towards the bed, approaching his
sleeping master.
Even asleep, master Shuu looked beautiful. His indigo hair resting softly
against the pillow, framing his light, handsome face… such sharp jaw, perfectly
shaped lips, almond eyes framed by a curtain of long lashes, now closed in his
peaceful rest…
Without even thinking of it, not minding how risky it was, Kanae reached out
with his hand, and gently caressed his master’s round cheek, smiling at the
softness of his skin that met his touch. Master Shuu’s brow furrowed in his
sleep, and he let out a small, breathy grunt, which caused Kanae to take his
hand away quickly.
Shamefully, the boy could feel himself hardening already. The anticipation, and
mere sight of his beautiful master, were enough to arouse him. Even though no
one could see him, Kanae blushed just a little as he removed his pyjama pants,
pushing them past his hips and letting them drop around his ankles. His pyjama
top was long enough to cover him past his bottom, and so Kanae lifted it up
slightly, as he gave himself few relieving strokes, feeling his cock hardening
at the touch.
Cautiously, the young ghoul sat at the edge of the mattress, placing his hand
against his master’s covers. He moved his palm along the duvet, down his
master’s body, pressing his hand slightly to feel the curve of his hip
underneath softness of his covers. It was too thick, and Kanae was sure that
this way master Shuu won’t feel anything. This was not good.
The boy’s slender fingers clutched at the edge of duvet, and he slowly started
to pull it down, revealing his master that still undisturbed slept underneath
it. The bottom button of Tsukiyama’s pyjama top was opened, perhaps unfastened
in his sleep, showing bare skin just above the edge of his sleeping pants.
Kanae bit his lip at that, holding back a whimper. He could see a small hair
trail, leading from master’s Shuu’s navel, down behind the waistband of his
pyjama. Ah, just this small patch of exposed skin was enough to cause a warm
blush to creep onto Kanae’s cheeks.
He didn’t have enough courage yet to sneak his hand where the hair trail was
leading him, so instead his fingertips gently touched the soft skin of
Tsukiyama’s lower stomach, tickling as they moved over to his hip. Kanae’s
breath got heavier, it seemed all too loud, and the boy anxiously looked up at
his master’s face. Shuu, however, still slept soundly, corners of his lips
twitching up in a tiny smile, caused by tickling touch of the boy’s fingers.
Moving his palm down master Shuu’s hip, Kanae touched his thigh, caressing it
gently, his thumb rubbing soothing circles towards his inner thigh, to ease him
in. Touching him too abruptly would be a shock, and without a doubt Tsukiyama
would wake up. And Kanae didn’t want it just yet, first he had to make sure
master Shuu won’t be able to resist him.
Finally, his hand moved in between his master’s legs, cupping him through the
fabric of his pyjama, and rubbing carefully. It didn’t took long before master
Shuu’s breath got heavier, and Kanae felt him getting slightly harder, his
finger framing the outline of his gradually growing erection.
It was now or never. Kanae knew that what he was doing so far was disgusting,
how he lustfully was using his master’s vulnerable state, he knew he was
violating him. This was not what he wanted. This was not the way in which he
wanted to possess him, he was, after all, better than that.
Slowly, he crawled onto the bed, straddling his master, and leaning over him.
Now or never. Supporting himself on one hand propped against the bed, Kanae
leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his master’s lips, while his other palm
sneaked behind the edge of his pants, and wrapped around his hardening cock.
Oh… It was so large, the feeling of velvety skin underneath his fingers made
Kanae sigh contently against his master’s lips.
He knew that this time master Shuu will wake up for sure, he awaited it. If he
will handle this moment, then master Shuu shall be his… he couldn’t hesitate
now. The moment just before Tsukiyama stirred awake seemed painfully long, but
eventually, Kanae could feel his kiss being reciprocated, still, motionless
lips coming to life.
Tsukiyama returned the kiss out of reflex, not conscious enough yet to
comprehend what was happening. But whatever it was, it felt nice, and he
eagerly tilted his chin up, catching those sweet, strange lips in his, humming
contently against them. Was it a dream? It must have been. But with each
moment, it was starting to feel more and more real, the touch seemed to really
be there, he could feel someone’s warm breath against his lips…
“Ah... “ his lips parted, just as his eyes fluttered open, and the boy’s name
escaped him almost immediately once he saw the familiar face above himself,
“Kan-ah, what… what are you…” his words were cut off quickly, as the haze of
sleep finally fully left his mind, and he could feel everything with sudden
clarity.
He tried to move, his hands instinctively resting against Kanae’s shoulders,
but before he could push him away, he saw the boy’s kagune bursting out from
behind him, curly tentacles wrapping around his wrists, pinning them to the
mattress.
“Don’t…” the young ghoul warned, but his voice was hushed and soft, the word
coming out more as a plea.
“What are you doing?” Tsukiyama didn’t even try to struggle, it wasn’t an enemy
above him, it was someone he trusted, someone he knew. Surely there must have
been an explanation.
Kanae’s hand clasped against his mouth, covering his lips, fingers slightly
digging into his cheeks.
“It’s almost an insult that you have to ask such question.” Kanae replied, and
even in the dark Shuu could see how his kakugan appeared, drowning his eyes in
blackness, and staining the boy’s porcelain-like skin with cracks. “I know
you’re not blind. I know you can see… how much I admire you. It’s not like you
don’t know… you just don’t care.”
Kanae’s fingers tightened around Tsukiyama’s shaft, giving his erected member a
firm tug. The older ghoul let out a muffled gasp, his legs moving with
difficulty as he squirmed, the boy’s weight rested over his thighs.
“You don’t care…” Kanae repeated, leaning to press a kiss to his master’s
cheek, “...Because taking what is given to you on a silver plate is just not
your style, is it? You got bored of it long ago. You were raised having
everything, and if you lacked anything, your wish was an order, coming true in
a glimpse, just like that… After a while, it just stopped being fun.”
The boy shifted atop his master, pushing his pyjama pants down, and pulling his
own shirt up. Raising on his knees, he lifted himself up from the older ghoul’s
legs, and straddled his hips. He wrapped his hand around both of their cocks,
and started to stroke them together, which earned him another sweet, muffled
whimper that tried to make its way past Kanae’s hand covering his master’s
mouth.
“You started craving things so rare, and unique, that even you couldn’t possess
them that easily. One of a kind, things that were taking effort to get, that
were giving you the thrill of a chase.”
As he continued speaking, Kanae stroked their erections slowly, feeling wetness
underneath his fingers as they both quickly started leaking precome. The
additional friction, as their flushed cocks rubbed against each other, felt
heavenly, and it was becoming more and more difficult for the boy to focus on
his words. They started to spill from him quickly, his voice husky and
trembling.
“So you would never look at me, because I wouldn’t be able to run from you, to
make you chase me. I would be afraid you won’t be able to catch me, and that’s
just a risk I cannot take…”
Tsukiyama was looking up at the boy with slightly widened eyes, his breath
heaving, embarrassing moans rumbling trapped in his throat. Just what was that?
Such a feeling, the warm blush on his cheeks, the pounding in his chest... He
felt like a cornered animal, but he seemed to be letting go so easily, and he
couldn’t bring himself to even attempt a struggle. If he was to be completely
honest with himself, all he could think of was whether Kanae will release his
hands so that he could touch the boy as well…
“If I cannot interest you in having me… then I just need to have you instead.”
Kanae rolled his hips, causing his master’s head to fall back against the
pillow, his eyelids falling closed heavily, “Isn’t itthrilling to be the chased
one for once? Aren’t you bored of being the hunter all the time?”
Even if he didn’t stay it out loud, Shuu knew the answer in his mind. Yes. This
is what it was, this feeling, of being exposed, of being taken like this…
Hunter became prey, what a new, extraordinary, overwhelming sensation…ah,
fortissimo!
Tsukiyama parted his lips slightly, sticking out his tongue to lick at the
inside of Kanae’s palm. It caught the boy by surprise, and his breath hitched,
his hand releasing its grip just enough. His master’s tongue dragged itself
along his finger, and before he knew it, it was enveloped by his lips, and
gently sucked into his mouth. It caused Kanae to shudder, and his cheeks warmed
up at this lewd sight. He could feel master Shuu’s tongue curling and
flickering around his finger, their eyes fixed on each other. The young ghoul
was surprised that he didn’t have the urge to look away, but there was no
shyness in him. What he was seeing was far too much captivating.
His hips rocked slowly, grip of his fingers around their cocks tightening, and
with growing satisfaction he could feel how his master’s member hardened
underneath his touch, warm and thick. It brought a smile to his lips, tiny,
predatory smirk of content. This was only the beginning, but even now Kanae
could feel that the pleasure of being with another was far more than what he
had experienced before.
Exhaling deeply, he pushed another finger past his master’s lips, pressing
against his tongue. Tsukiyama accepted it willingly, sucking around the slender
digit with a hum. Soon he started drooling, small trail of saliva appearing in
the corner of his mouth and running down his chin. Kanae’s smooth, delicate
hands tasted sweetly, and he sucked at his fingers eagerly, occasionally
grazing them with his teeth teasingly. He could see how Kanae was biting his
lip when he was doing that, holding his breath for a second.
Grinding down against Tsukiyama with steady rolls of his hips, the boy managed
to establish a lazy, nice rhythm. His mouth gaped open, breaths getting louder,
and his fingers started to tremble and go numb from the slightly awkward grip
around their erections.
The boy knew that keeping an upper hand over someone so powerful as his master
may not be easy, and so he didn’t mean to let himself being intimidated. His
hand rubbed slick, plump heads of their cock, and as master Shuu let out a
moan, he used the moment to press his fingers more forcefully into his mouth,
nearly gagging him. Beautiful, rosy blush of excitement dusted his master’s
cheeks then, and Kanae kept his fingers in his mouth just for a moment longer,
before pulling them out.
String of saliva hung between his fingertips and master Shuu’s lips, breaking
as Tsukiyama shuddered with ragged, heavy breaths. He looked so bothered
already, almost eager… was it really so easy to tame him? Kanae wasn’t going to
risk checking that, and his kagune remained firmly wrapped around his master’s
wrists, holding him still.
Tsukiyama’s lips were reddened, even more desirable than normally. Kanae could
hardly believe that after all this time of wishful daydreaming, he can finally
fulfill his desires, and kiss those lips as much as he wants. Maybe it was
romantic to fantasise about his master letting him kiss him, but it was
certainly way more thrilling to take what he wanted, what he longed for all
this time.
Kanae’s hand twisted and tugged at their cocks, causing his master to gasp
softly, and then the boy leaned in and stole his breath away, connecting their
lips. He pushed his tongue into his master’s mouth, exhaling through his nose
as he felt the older ghoul reciprocating the kiss. It was his first time
kissing someone like this, and he barely knew what he was doing. His master
obviously knew that, and teased him for a moment, barely moving and letting
Kanae do as he pleased. But after a while, as if they had some silent
agreement, Shuu tilted his head and returned the kiss, carefully guiding Kanae
through it, making their tongues meet and slide together, and sucking at the
boy’s lower lip.
And oh, how Kanae loved that moment. He wished he could just forget about
everything he planned, and lie down into his master’s arms, relishing in this
sweetest of kisses. But that was exactly what he couldn’t do, this would ruin
everything, this would make him the same boring meal on a silver plate that he
was for all those years up until now. Maybe after… after he claims master Shuu
and wins his affection, then he will be able to let his guard down, but not
now.
The kiss broke with Tsukiyama’s faint hiss of pain, as Kanae suddenly bit down
onto his lower lip, breaking the soft skin and drawing blood. His tongue lapped
at the spot, greedily licking the blood off, and it caused shiver to run down
his spine.
Sehr gut…
Such irony that was, the Gourmet who chased the perfect, unique flavours, might
just be the finest meal himself. His blood was bittersweet, the taste somehow
delicate, but with rich, sensual undertone. Kanae felt dizzy, humming contently
as he sucked at the swelling drop of blood on his master’s lips… he needed to
taste him more.
Pulling away, the boy looked down, and was met by the sight of master Shuu’s
cheeky little smirk. He still wasn’t treating him seriously, he thought he
could have an advantage, get him drunk on the scent and flavour, make this his
weakness… Kanae responded with equally bold, proud smile, as he took his hand
away from their twitching erections, and his other palm reached further between
his master’s legs.
Without a warning, his saliva-covered fingers found his entrance, one fingertip
rubbing the sensitive, puckered skin as it squirmed inside. Smile dropped from
Tsukiyama’s face, eyes widening slightly at this unexpected intrusion, and he
grunted softly when Kanae’s long finger slid smoothly into him.
“I wouldn’t let you get bored, master.” the young ghoul murmured, pressing his
finger deeper inside him.
God, he was so tight. Could it be that he was never taken that way? Kanae found
it surprising, but not displeasing for sure. Deep breaths came and went in
waves, making his master’s body shudder beneath his own, smaller frame. He
could feel his muscles clenching around him, and his legs moved closer
together, the gesture almost modest. Shaking his head, Kanae squirmed another
soft tentacle out from underneath the skin of his lower back, and curled it
just above his master’s right knee, spreading his legs again.

“Don’t refuse me. You know how it feels when you just have such an appetite for
someone you can’t have, don’t you?”
 
***** Savoureux *****
Chapter Notes
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Before any answer could be given to his question, Kanae was already unbuttoning
the top of his master’s pyjama, pressing his lips to each newly bared patch of
skin. He nuzzled against the crook of his neck, inhaling the smell in slow,
deep breaths. Just as he imagined that night in the bathtub, the scent there
was more delicate, gentler. The boy couldn’t wait to explore all of the places
on his master’s body that could held all the different notes of his beautiful
aroma.
He kissed down his master’s torso, finally claiming this cold, sculpted
structure he admired for such long time, and feeling it warm up under the
loving touch of his lips. By the time his lips reached Tsukiyama’s navel, the
kisses turned into sloppy, sucking bites, leaving round, reddened marks
wherever they stopped for longer. Just like he imagined he would do when he
masturbated to the smell of his underwear for the first time.
He could feel the muscles of older ghoul’s abdomen tense as his mouth was
savouring the taste of his smooth skin. Hooking his fingers behind the
waistband of his master’s pyjama pants, Kanae pulled them down to his knees,
inhaling sharply through his nose as the lovely, musky aroma that hit him. The
essence of his scent, wonderfully obscene, mouth-watering…
Kanae pressed his face to Tsukiyama’s groin hungrily, dragging his nose along
the slightly damp skin; short, soft hair scratching and tickling his cheeks.
Dizzy. It was making him dizzy, this aroma, it was… more than he ever imagined.
And he thought he was familiar with his master’s scent, he thought he knew his
luscious smell after being so close to him for all those years. But no, this
was so much more, this was the first time Kanae could smell arousal on his
master, and it was absolutely maddening.
He could feel Tsukiyama tense and stiffen slightly, he could sense his
anticipation. But he was not struggling, not pushing him away… that was
probably a smart thing to do, because Kanae was by now, very, very hungry, and
he was not going to let his lovely prey slip away. He was already patient
enough, watching all his master’s fascinations come and go, watching strangers
take what should be his, with their filthy hands that didn’t deserve his
perfect master. Now, he wasn’t going to let that happen ever again.
His lips brushed the inside of Tsukiyama’s thigh, nose wrinkling as he sniffed
the skin there. Saliva was already dripping from the boy’s tongue as he parted
his lips, mouthing at the velvety softness of his testicles, and then dragged
his pink lips along his length, teasing, feather-like touch. It earned him a
little gasp, and a wonderful twitch of this full, hard cock, deliciously
flushed, radiating needy heat.
Kanae’s breath was heavy, leaving him in ragged huffs, as he suddenly realized
his position. So far, he was a little more than hazed by his lust and blinded
by jealousy, and these feeling guided his actions, but right now he got what he
wanted, but well… he never done that before. However, the boy didn’t let
himself fluster. He decided he will just continue to take whatever he wanted.
With that in mind, he pulled his finger out of his master, and put it into his
mouth, sucking and licking it, tasting. A shudder shook through his body, shaky
moan erupting from him as the finger slipped out from between his lips.
Köstlich. So delicious. Using both hands to slide them underneath Tsukiyama’s
asscheeks, cupping their roundness firmly, he lifted Shuu’s hips up from the
mattress. With a greedy, almost animalistic moan, Kanae darted out his tongue,
and started exploring every nook of his master’s body. It was clumsy, and
frantic, and Tsukiyama could tell that the boy has never done something like
this before. There was something endearing in this chaos of his tongue and
lips, this desperate need with which he was consuming him.
Shuu’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his back arching slightly, lifting
him above the bed even more, and into Kanae’s eager mouth. For a while there,
he forgot all about the boy’s kagune holding him in place, tight around his
wrists, and curled possessively around his leg. His mouth gaped open and a
symphony of delighted, pleased sounds broke free. He never had anyone pleasure
him like this, there was no rhythm to it, no skill, but it was pure want… he
was cherished like never before.
Kanae’s tongue swirled around his shaft, making its way up, where his lips
pressed against the tip, and enveloped the glistening, plump head, sucking
precome gathered there in a sweet, pearly drop. Cheeks hollowing, the boy
sucked his cock into his damp, hot mouth, humming as he felt its thickness
filling his throat. With a small cough, he young ghoul pulled away, taking a
sharp inhale. Not discouraged, he tried again, swallowing around his master’s
cock with a sloppy, slurping sound. He could tell that he was doing good,
because he could feel master Shuu tremble and he could hear him moan. This man
that always had him shudder whenever they as much as stood close to each other,
was now a mess for him. Erstaunlich.
Taking his time, and drooling copiously down his chin, Kanae relished in his
master’s flavour. All the shyness left him for good now, he wasn’t embarrassed
that he was sloppy or clumsy, he liked all those new things he could do, all
the new sensations he could try. And his master felt good, moaning and
squirming because of what he was doing… it made Kanae feel bolder.
Tsukiyama could feel his cock throb as he was sliding down Kanae’s throat, the
boy’s lips squeezed around him, sliding along his length and sucking around the
tip messily and greedily. He wished his hands were free so he could bury them
in those violet locks, push his head down. But apparently… he wasn’t the one in
charge. Not this time. Interesting...
He would never think the young ghoul could be like this, it was just like he
said… he liked the thrill, he liked it a lot. He liked Kanae when he was sweet
and delicate as well, but he didn’t mind this new side of him he could see now…
it was very interesting indeed. The Gourmet loved how it made him tremble and
shiver, he loved this kind of attention, it was so rare for him to be treated
like this… He suddenly realized that, it was always him who was being driven
mad by someone, it was him who would have kiss and lick and relish in someone
with such ferocity like Kanae was showing right now. Being on the other side
was new, amazing, enchanting, ah!he wanted to melt into those warm, sweet lips.
Dolce.
Why never before… someone… wanted him like this… anyone… no one…
Tsukiyama’s thoughts scattered gradually, melted away, and he couldn’t collect
them into some kind of order anymore.
Kanae continued his newly discovered, delicious task, feeling the heat of
master Shuu’s member pulsating in his mouth. His chin damp with saliva and
cheeks flushed in excitement, he was bobbing his head up and down between his
master’s legs, finally tasting as much as he wanted, as much as he could stand
without getting absolutely mad, and more…
“Kanae…”
God, his name sounded like the most beautiful word, spoken by his master's low,
husky voice. Accompanied by Shuu’s little moans, breathy whimpers… his name was
never spoken in such manner. The sixteen years old boy finally discovered how
it is to be with another, how it feels to share real intimacy, not just
fantasize about it with his hands sneaking shamefully underneath his covers.
“Kanae…” Slightly more desperate, high-pitched…
Feeling a shudder running through his master’s body, a slight tug of his hands
against his kagune, Kanae looked up to see master Shuu writhing and arching,
and his hips rocked to thrust his cock deeper into Kanae’s mouth. The boy
smirked around the thick member that was stuffing his mouth full, happy and
proud that he was doing so good.
Feed me…
The thought dominated Kanae’s mind. He wanted this since the first night he
stole his master’s underwear. He tried to imagine the flavour behind the scent,
and now he could get it, he could taste. Feed me.
The boy’s hands kneaded his master’s asscheeks, gripping him tightly and
pushing him even deeper into his mouth and throat. His jaw was aching and
uncomfortably numb by now, but it was worth it, he wanted, needed this.
“Kanae…!”
Now he was certain that his name was a warning. His own cock hung between his
legs, hard and throbbing, at the thought alone of what was to come. Sweet
anticipation, soon to be fulfilled. Another tug at his kagune, but he wasn’t
going to let go. Mine…
Another shudder. Roll of the hips. Little, strangled moan, cut off as Tsukiyama
choked on his own breath. And then the warm, thick juice spilling into Kanae’s
mouth, delicious, smooth, rolling over his tongue, bittersweet, completely,
utterly perfect. Better than anything.
Kanae swallowed eagerly, his tongue lapping along his master’s length to catch
every single drop of this precious nectar. He sucked his master dry, accepting
the last, frantic twitches of his body, that were pushing his limping cock past
his reddened lips. Pulling away, he licked the corners of his mouth, humming as
the wonderful flavour lingered on his tongue.
And his master was a mess. Hair clinging to his forehead, flushed face, legs
spread obscenely as he exposed himself to Kanae’s willing, greedy mouth. The
boy wanted more of that. He wanted to squeeze the very last drop of master
Shuu, to take everything, to make him his own…
“Kanae…”
This time it was a whisper. His master’s voice low and hushed, tired, relieved.
Slight smile tugging at his lips. Kanae crawled up the bed, his knees digging
into the mattress on both sides of Tsukiyama’s hips, his erection pressing to
the older ghoul’s stomach as he leaned down for a kiss. Lazy, calm, sloppy.
Tsukiyama tasted himself on Kanae’s lips, humming contently into the boy’s
mouth as he was kissed surprisingly firmly. It seemed that Kanae knew exactly
what he was doing now, knew exactly what he wanted, as if he was taking
something rightfully his, stealing it from his lips with full confidence.
The boy’s kagune loosened around Shuu’s hands, uncurling slowly, freeing his
movements. It was a risk he had to take for now. Every scum of low birth could
take someone by force, hold them down, and claim them. But Kanae didn’t want it
to happen like this. No matter how jealous, ignored, and underappreciated his
master was making him feel before, he was better than this. He was going to
have Tsukiyama on his knees for him, but he wasn’t going to do it by force.
Master Shuu deserved better.
Kanae was better.
Shuu’s lower lip trembled when Kanae pulled away from the kiss, and he craned
his neck, tilting his chin up as if to chase those soft lips that escaped him.
But, once again, he was reminded that he’s not the one who chases this time.
The boy sat up, running a shaky hand through his violet hair, his breaths calm
but deep and loud.
With his now free hands, Tsukiyama reached out towards the young ghoul, placing
his palms on his narrow hips, and then slowly running them up his sides. He was
so petite and skinny, delicate, porcelain-like… He still had this lovely charm
of youth in himself, collarbones and hipbones protruding awkwardly, but at the
same time, adorably; sweet pink niples seeming so dark comparing to the
paleness of his skin; and just a dust of lilac hair down below his navel.
Tsukiyama’s heart skipped a few bits just from looking at him. He looked like
Donatello’s bronze sculpture of young David, with his long leg gracefully bent
in the knee, hand cheekily propped against the hip as he rests his foot atop
Goliath’s severed head.
Kanae shivered slightly under the touch of his master’s hands, even though they
were warm and soft. Another temptation to let go, to forget about what he
wanted to do, and just let himself get lost within those hands, those arms; to
rest his head against his broad chest, and just be close, like he always
wanted.
He could do that. He could settle for this sweet, relaxing pleasure, and he
knew it would make him happy here and now. But then he would always wonder what
if…
Taking one of his master’s hands, that wandered lazily along his body, he
brought it up to his lips, and kissed his knuckles briefly. And then,
shamelessly, without breaking the eye contact with his master, Kanae guided his
hand down between his legs, where his flushed, twitching cock awaited
impatiently. The foreign touch of Tsukiyama’s fingers was a wonderful, new
sensation, making the young ghoul gasp, closing his eyes as his hips rolled
shyly.
Tsukiyama’s fingers closed around Kanae’s length, and they stroked him firmly,
yet gently; the boy’s own hand that still held his master’s wrist setting the
steady, nice rhythm. Just after a while Kanae could feel that this was a
dangerous step. It felt… completely incomparable to touching himself, so much
better, so much more intense. Master Shuu’s touch was skilled, and confident.
The way his fingers were squeezing his shaft, and how his thumb rubbed the red,
glistening tip… Kanae wished this could never end. His breath got heavy,
shuddery, hips rocking smoothly, and he pressed the back of his hand to his
mouth to stifle cries that threatened to escape him.
God, how he would want to let his master bring him to complexion like this. He
looked down, his eyes locking with Tsukiyama’s own, and the sight nearly drove
him mad… The look master Shuu gave him encouraged him to keep going, it was
lustful, but also affectionate. And Kanae knew that once he saw that look, that
beautiful face flushed red, glimmering eyes, pink parted lips, this image would
haunt him forever. Before he was jealous as well, yes, but he wasn’t fully
aware of the taste of this forbidden fruit that he longed for, and that others
might want to steal from his garden. But now that he finally tasted its
flavour, he knew that he can’t let anyone else’s filthy hands near it.
It was gourmet food, no one else deserved it but he alone.
Kanae’s kagune squirmed out from his lower back, catching Tsukiyama by
surprise, his movements freezing. The boy used this moment to curl his rinkaku
around his master’s torso and waist, wriggling it smoothly underneath him. He
shifted on his knees, lifting himself up, and his hands grabbed his master’s
shoulders, pulling at them as the kagune tightened around him and rolled him
over onto his stomach.
But just as this was done, before Tsukiyama could articulate his protest or
surprise, the kagune quickly disappeared. Shuu didn’t find himself bound nor
restrained, and glancing over his shoulder he saw the twirly tentacles
squirming back under Kanae’s skin, the boy’s kakugan fading as well, leaving
his eyes clear and shimmering.
Instead of the kagune wrapped around his wrists, there were Kanae’s gentle,
dexterous hands, kneading the muscles of his shoulders, and smoothly running
down his arms as the boy leaned in, resting against him like a cat on a tree
branch. His erection was pressing between his master’s asscheeks, heated and
leaking, rubbing against the firm flesh of Tsukiyama’s round bottom with the
slightest movements of Kanae’s hips.
“Master Shuu… you’re not going to reject me, are you?” the boy purred into his
master’s ear, his hair tickling his cheek, “Don’t tell me it doesn’t feel good
to have someone take care of you like this. I wish you have noticed earlier… I
was always there to care for you.” In the place of his kagune that bound his
master’s wrists before, his own palms slipped slowly over Shuu’s hands, their
fingers lacing together.
“Of course I noticed…” Shuu replied in hushed voice, relaxing underneath Kanae.
Liar.
Lügner. Don’t lie to me. If you noticed then why it was always someone else,
and never me. Me, me, me, it should have been me.
“I don’t think you did.” Kanae’s little, predatory whisper sent chills down
Tsukiyama’s spine, the boy’s tongue flicking over his earlobe, “But that’s
alright, because I will now make sure this won’t escape your attention anymore.
I won’t let you get bored, I promise.”
Kanae pressed a kiss just underneath Tsukiyama’s ear, and another to the side
of his jaw. He let go of his hands to playfully curl his master’s indigo hair
behind his ear, to better see his beautiful face. In this brief moment, they
exchanged little smiles, almost innocent. Little dimple formed in Shuu’s cheek,
Kanae adored that, and it only made his own loving smile widen.
Next kisses were meant for Tsukiyama’s shoulder, Kanae’s fingers tugging at the
fabric of his pyjama top, and pulling it down, baring his master’s skin. Then
the back of his neck, and down along his spine, as the boy finally managed to
get rid of the nuisance that was master Shuu’s remaining clothing. In between
kisses, Kanae was pressing his nose to Tsukiyama’s soft skin, the delicate
scent filling his stomach with pleasant warmth.
As his lips followed the path down Shuu’s muscular back, they finally reached
the base of his spine, and Kanae’s hands, trembling in anticipation, caressed
up his thighs, resting softly against his firm, round ass. “Raise your… hips…”
he asked breathily, but barely waited for the older ghoul to obey his wish, as
he already spread him apart, slender fingers digging into soft, delicate flesh.
His tongue greedily sneaked between Tsukiyama’s asscheeks, and as soon as his
master lifted himself up on his knees, sticking his ass out nicely, Kanae
buried his face in between them, dragging his tongue along the cleft.
Shuu whimpered, burying his face in a pillow, his legs trembling slightly at
the sudden intrusion of Kanae’s brisky tongue worming its way inside him. The
boy hummed weakly, panting hotly against the sensitive, puckered skin, his wet
tongue pushing past tight muscles. His master was so incredibly delicious, just
as he had expected, and the scent was only doubling the overwhelming sensation,
causing Kanae’s heart to pound madly in excitement, and his mouth to salivate
even more.
But the most wonderful feeling was yet to come, and Kanae’s cock twitched
impatiently, flushed and heavy between his legs. He would never suspect that he
can have so much self-control. But after all, he had so many other things to
occupy his mind and senses… And the taste he was now savouring, was worth all
the wait.
To Kanae’s absolute bliss, Tsukiyama started to rock his hips slowly, pushing
back onto his tongue. His hands clutched at the sheets, toes curled slightly,
and Kanae’s ears were filled with music of his master’s moans and whimpers.
With cheeks flushed red and violet strands clinging to his sweaty forehead,
Kanae lost himself in his master’s flavour, cascading over his tongue with each
eager lick. His lips sucked around his entrance, tongue wriggling inside; sharp
breaths Kanae was taking through his nose growing heavier and quicker. Pulling
away suddenly, he dragged his tongue down to his master’s testicles, mouthing
at them and enveloping the sack with his lips gently. Each bit of Tsukiyama’s
skin tasted a little different. The taste was sweeter and more prominent in the
folds and crooks of his body, like the juncture of his neck and shoulder, the
dip of his navel, the cleft of his bottom, inside of his thigh just below the
groin…
Licking his lips, Kanae smiled dreamily, letting his fingers to lazily wander
along his master’s leg, caressing the curve of his ass, and tickling his lower
back playfully. But even though his touch was tender and careful, and his
actions slow, his patience was actually wearing thin. He wanted to claim his
master, but having little idea how to pleasure another, he had to go slow, and
learn along the way, listening to Tsukiyama’s reactions, and reading the
meanings behind each moan or shiver. He wasn’t sure if he does right even this
much, but on the other hand, there he was, no longer ignored, dull little
servant. Now he had his master on his knees, sticking out his ass for him and
whining for more, glancing over his shoulder with those hazed eyes and parted
lips, silently asking why did he stop.

The sight sent a wave of heat into Kanae’s belly, and another impatient throb
went right to his cock, leaking copiously and dripping onto the sheets. There
was only as much as the boy could take, as much as he could wait. His young,
barely matured body begged him for release, and so Kanae sucked onto his
fingers, and then pressed slick fingertips against his master’s entrance. He
could feel the older ghoul tensing, his back arching slightly when Kanae’s
fingers felt the soft, delicate flesh accommodating him willingly.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Donatello's sculpture of David for reference: http://
     employees.oneonta.edu/farberas/arth/Images/ARTH213images/Donatello/
     david/front.jpg
***** David and Goliath *****
 
“Relax…” a whisper carried Kanae’s uncertain words as he soothed his master’s
tensing body with a tender touch of his hand, rubbing little circles over his
lower back. He just thought this was something he should say, to let his master
know that he doesn’t need to worry, that he has control, and will take care of
everything. Master Shuu’s only concern now should be to just relax and enjoy,
and Kanae’s role was to show him that he can trust him.
That was what the boy, in all his physical innocence, imagined should be done.
He knew that this was a delicate matter, and should be handled carefully, but
also hasn’t really done it to anyone else but himself ever before, so he feared
he may turn out clumsy or insensitive. So he was just saying anything he
imagined he would like to be told in that situation.
“Come on, master Shuu… open up for me…”
Kanae’s soft palm moved down along the slight curve of Tsukiyama’s hip,
caressing his thigh slowly, and he leaned in to trace the same path with a few,
open-mouthed kisses. He heard Tsukiyama exhaling slowly, and the muscles around
his finger loosened up a little, so he used that moment to squirm in another
finger. “Good…” he praised in a murmur, getting more and more confident. He
wasn’t nervous anymore, after all, it was all very easy. Didn’t he adore his
master? Didn’t he admire him? Didn’t he love him? What’s easier then, than to
show him this affection through a tender, loving touch? Just like he used to do
when he helped him dress, always careful, delicate, gentle… the only difference
was, now Kanae could touch freely, without stealing the intimacy, and masking
his true intentions.
Soft grunt escaped Shuu’s lips, but even so he swayed his hips, pushing back
onto Kanae’s fingers. Such slender, long fingers… Kanae moved them in and out
slowly, crooking them slightly, and carefully observing his master’s reactions.
At this angle, he could push them in deeper than he ever done with himself, and
he was curious if it felt good. He got so captivated by this, sliding his
fingers into the mushy, damp heat, wriggling them around, and enjoying the
lovely moans his actions caused, that he didn’t notice when Tsukiyama turned
his head, pressing his cheek to the pillow as he looked at him over his
shoulder.
“That’s enough…” he pleaded weakly, eyes half-lidded and cloudy. “Please…”
Did he just…
Please.
Such sweet, pathetic voice. If he only knew how many times Kanae bit his tongue
not to let this word slip out, not to show how much his master’s indifference
hurt him. Please don’t leave. Please don’t go to him. Please stay with me.
Please…
So proud he always was. His attention, his every smile, or kind word, would
wake up a mad flutter of butterflies in Kanae’s stomach. But now, Kanae was
done waiting to be given those precious affections. Now he was taking them all
for himself, because he was the only one deserving them.
Me, me, me, it should have always been only me.
Little smile played on the boy’s lips, his heart skipping a beat at the sight
of his master spread before him so lewdly, with cheeks dusted by dark blush,
biting his lip painfully hard, hair falling over hazed eyes, sticking to long,
slightly damp lashes.
Kanae’s fingers slipped out of Tsukiyama, who grunted at the loss, hand pawing
and clutching at the sheets. Without breaking the eye-contact, the young ghoul
brought his hand up to his lips, and let his tongue slide provocatively along
his palm, up to the tips of his fingers. Shifting on his knees, he grabbed his
master’s hip, his other hand pushing his legs further apart.
God only knew how much he wanted this, how many nights he had spent thinking
about it, imagining, planning… But as he lay alone in bed, all of this seemed
like just another of his pathetic, wet fantasies, and those don’t tend to come
true.
“Master Shuu…” he whispered, taking his aching cock in a trembling hand,
raising on his knees slightly, “I’m going to take you now…” The slick, flushed
tip rubbed against Tsukiyama’s quivering entrance, and Kanae couldn’t suppress
a gasp at the feeling. His heart thumped in his ears, and he felt a rush of
sheer excitement, running through his spine like electric spark, exploding in
his loins.
“Yes…” a quiet, breathy answer came, and Kanae wished to hear his master speak
like this more.
Slowly, he pushed in, feeling the tight heat stretching around him, and he
instantly lost all of his composure. This just felt… incredible. Kanae’s
fingers tightened their grip at Tsukiyama’s hips, nails digging into his skin
as the boy tried to keep himself steady. This was no use, he was too impatient,
and it felt just too good, almost overwhelming. He rolled his hips forward,
thrusting deeper, and sinking in almost all the way. Tsukiyama let out a small
cry, partially muffled by the pillow.
A content, little smile tugged at the corners of Kanae’s lips, he had never
imagined this could feel so good. The boy wasn’t wise enough to wait for his
master to adjust, he just couldn’t wait to feel more of this, and he almost
drooled at the sight of his own cock disappearing inside his master, sinking
into this lovely, warm hole that enveloped him tightly. Kanae kept pressing in
until his hips met with Tsukiyama’s soft, round bottom, and he heard the older
ghoul exhaling shakily.
Finally, master Shuu was his, and his alone… now that he claimed him, there
will be no one else. The thought gave Kanae confidence, and he kneaded
Tsukiyama’s asscheeks, squeezing them in his palms and spreading them apart,
marveling at the sight of his erection buried balls deep inside him. His face
was burning with an excited blush, and he started moving immediately, hardly
aware of Shuu’s little cries as he was gritting his teeth, trying to relax
around him.
So... incredibly... tight...
Kanae’s breath speeded up quickly, his hips rocking erratically as he greedily
relished in the feeling of his master’s ass squeezing around his cock so
nicely. It was his first time, and he wanted to try everything… At first,
shallow, quick thrusts; making the head of his cock rub against those tight
walls deep inside his master. And then in the next moment, he was moving
lazily, pulling out almost completely, tight ring of muscles quivering around
him… only to push back inside in one, smooth movement; shivers running down his
spine, making his cock twitch inside the older ghoul.
Kanae was a selfish person, but usually, his master was the only exception from
this rule of his character. However, this time it was stronger than him. He
just couldn’t stop himself. His knuckles turned white from gripping at
Tsukiyama’s hips tightly as he pounded into him mindlessly. Through his own
heartbeat and heavy, ragged breaths, he didn’t hear Shuu’s pitiful whimpers
that grew louder with each thrust.
All of the sensations were difficult for Tsukiyama to bear. He wasn’t getting
even a chance to steady his breath, having it knocked out of his lungs by
Kanae’s nearly brutal thrusts. Maybe to use such word was an exaggeration, but
it definitely felt like it in that moment, when he was trying to get a hold of
something to steady himself, his knees rubbing against the sheets painfully.
How come this delicate, sensitive boy had it in himself to possess him like
this? Teardrops swelled in the corners of Shuu’s eyes, his ass burning as it
was being stretched so abruptly, Kanae’s cock entering him without a break, his
hips slapping against the skin of his backside obscenely.
Was it really true, all that the boy had said? Was this really an act that
built up within him since long? Had he really always longed for him, his urges
feeded by jealousy? It must have been true, because otherwise, Tsukiyama
couldn’t imagine any other explanation for how desperate Kanae seemed now… As
if it was possible that he will slip away, and choose someone else instead
again, if Kanae won’t hold him and take him so painfully hard. That was…
exquisite. To be so desired, to drive someone mad with need, to be the center
of someone’s fixation. Ah! Magnifique! What a splendid feeling!
It seemed that hours have passed since Kanae came to his bedroom, and began
gracing him with slow, tender affection. Yet, at the same time, it happened
almost too fast, so that Shuu didn’t even have a chance to look at him
properly, to touch him, to get to know every curve and nook of his body as his
own was explored meticulously by the boy. From the brief contact of his own
cock being rubbed against Kanae’s within the grip of his delicate palm, and
then the short moment when he got to pleasure the boy with his own skilled
fingers, Tsukiyama didn’t expect him to be very big, long perhaps, but not as
thick as himself. And yet, it felt now as if he was being filled completely and
fully, by Kanae’s surprisingly eager, throbbing boyhood.
Feeling it enter him deeply, time after time sliding all the way inside him,
Shuu started to clench around him, as if to trap him inside for longer, and
with each thrust swallowing him greedily. His hands balled fistful of sheets,
and he let out a loud, purring moan, the first sound of pure pleasure and
content, without the undertone of pain at Kanae’s frantic, unexperienced
thrusts.
Shuu turned his head slightly to glance over his shoulder, and catch this note
of madness in Kanae’s eyes, that he knew will be there. The pillow was damp
from his hot breaths, now less pained and more excited as he shuddered and
melted underneath his servant, loving this new role he got to play for the
first time. Just this thought sent wave of heat straight to his cock, and it
hardened and throbbed again, swaying between his legs.
And there it was, as he expected, Kanae’s unfocused face, trembling bottom lip,
hair sticking to damp forehead, and this glimmer in his eyes that made Shuu
want to squeal. The boy’s skin was already slightly glistening with sweat,
dampness blooming in the corners of his body where Tsukiyama knew skin had the
sweetest taste. The little dip at the bottom of his throat, back of his neck,
underneath his navel, insides of his elbows.
Kanae’s narrow chest was rising and falling heavily, his body shuddering all
over as his hips rolled without a rhythm. After a longer moment, he caught
Tsukiyama looking at him, biting his lower lip as he observed his erratic
efforts, and the boy blushed crimson red.
“Kanae-kun…” His voice was low, barely more than a whisper, breathy.
A pause, filled with his moans, and little gasp as Kanae thrust deep into him.
“S-So good…”
Unexpected sigh of relief left Kanae with his next exhale, half-lidded eyes
shimmering with joy. He was good. He made his master feel good, and that was
all he ever wanted. At least that was what he told himself in that moment; all
of the selfish, spiteful thoughts he had, all of the envious little curses he
mumbled in German every now and then, suddenly evaporated from his mind, and he
was sure his intentions were always purely focused on his master’s well-being.
He rolled his hips, grunting obscenely as he entered master Shuu roughly and
deeply, drops of sweat that swelled on his neck awoken suddenly from the
impact, and ran down his skin. His hands loosened their grip on Tsukiyama’s
hips slightly, as the boy allowed himself to put down his guard just a bit,
become more tender.
“Tell me again…” he pleaded, his voice trailing off as he got flustered for
asking so shamelessly to have his ego feeded.
But Tsukiyama didn’t even notice, perhaps didn’t even hear this plea, as even
without Kanae asking, he kept repeating in mewling, desperate voice, “Good, so
good...très bien...”
Leaning forward, Kanae pressed his body against Shuu’s back, kissing between
his shoulderblades, before his forehead rested there. He closed his eyes,
blindly pawing at the sheets around them to find his master’s hands, and take
them in his, smaller and paler ones. His hips kept moving, the rhythm now
somehow lazier, as if Tsukiyama’s words soothed the boy. Kanae’s cock was
sliding in and out of his master in shallow, calm thrusts, and Shuu could feel
it so deep inside, plump head hitting sensitive nub of nerves and rubbing
against it, causing his vision to go white as he was pushing back to meet the
boy’s movements.
Their breaths mixed together, hot and heavy, carrying moans and whimpers past
their lips so that they could meet in the stuffy air of the bedroom, scented
with sweat from their joined bodies. Kanae raised his head slightly, to sniff
at damp strands of hair at the back of his master’s head, the familiar scent of
his shampoo sending tingling to his belly.
Kanae’s arms moved to wrap around Tsukiyama’s torso, pressing them closer
together in a brief embrace, before the boy sat up, pulling his master along.
They both let out long, breathy moans, as the movement shifted their balance,
and Kanae sat back on his heels, impaling Shuu even deeper onto his cock as the
older ghoul settled on his lap. Clawing at his master’s sweaty torso, Kanae
rolled his hips, holding him in place, and feeling him tremble, just like he
did himself, shuddering when his cock buried deeply within him.
His hands slowly slid down Shuu’s chest and stomach, he could nearly feel the
heat radiating from between his master’s legs as his palm smoothly wandered
down, through rises and falls of his muscles. But being so much smaller than
Tsukiyama, it wasn’t easy for Kanae to keep his strong, and yet trembling body
steady. As Shuu tried to keep himself upright, his head spinning and legs
getting weak underneath him, Kanae’s kagune started to sneak over his limbs,
wrapping around them.
Tsukiyama tilted his head to the side to observe as the soft tentacle curled
underneath his arm, feeling two others squirming around his thighs. His heavy
breaths speeded up even more, as he found himself in a firm grip of the boy’s
rinkaku. With that keeping his master in place, Kanae didn’t have to restrain
himself anymore, and he was way past even trying to be somehow gentle. He liked
the feeling of being in control for once, of setting the rules. He didn’t have
to patiently wait for his master’s kind word of approval, as God knew his
patience ended on the day when he found the white hair on Tsukiyama’s clothes,
a sign of betrayal. He wasn’t going to allow being put lower than the halfbreed
Schwein ever again.
Pounding into Shuu’s ass madly and erratically, Kanae breathed hotly against
the back of his neck, letting his moans fill his master’s ears, his lips
brushing against his earlobe. Soon this obscene concerto solo became a duet,
Tsukiyama’s hips moving on their own accord, as he bounced on Kanae’s lap,
greedily pushing himself back onto his cock. The boy’s hand teased mercilessly,
fingers scratching just below his navel, but refusing their touch where he
needed it so desperately. One of kagune tentacles was curled around his leg so
close to his groin… rocking his hips he tried to steal at least a bit of a
friction that was so cruelly denied to him.
Beautiful tones of his master’s melodic voice, as he started to repeat his name
in between whimpers, made Kanae smile against the skin of his neck, where he
was pressing the rhapsody of kisses. His hand finally slipped between the older
ghoul’s legs, long fingers taking hold of his hot, heavy member, and the music
of his voice, crying out so sweetly, so desperately, filled the room.
Massaging his master’s length, feeling it twitch underneath his touch, Kanae
tried to keep the rhythm of his thrusts, but he lost himself completely.
Nothing was left from the loyal servant, always so polite and proper around his
master. The power and control he could clearly feel were his now, clouded his
mind, and pleasuring his master was pushed onto second place, the want to
possess him being all that Kanae could think of in that moment.
And Tsukiyama was grateful for the kagune holding him firmly against the boy’s
body, because he was too overwhelmed to even think of holding himself up on his
own. His muscles felt like jelly, and he swayed powerlessly up and down on
Kanae’s cock, swallowing him deep into his stretched ass, and pushing his hips
up to thrust into his hand that stroked him.
His head hung forward, and he looked down at Kanae’s delicate palm curled
around his flushed, reddened cock, so thick in the hold of the boy’s slender
fingers, strings of precome hanging between his fingertips. A raspy breath left
him, as he felt something curling around his neck, and his head was tilted
back, slightly to the side to expose his neck. Whether it was Kanae’s kagune or
his free hand that sneaked underneath his chin and forced his head back, Shuu
couldn’t tell. All that his heavy-lidded eyes could see now was the dark, heavy
fabric of the canopy above his bed.
Kanae’s tongue sneaked past his lips, and traced up along Tsukiyama’s neck,
little kisses being pressed every now and then. He stopped just below his ear,
nipping at the skin there, his breath hot and damp against his master’s ear.
Even though the thrusts of his hips were forceful, each of them knocking a cry
out of Shuu’s throat, the touch of his lips against his neck seemed careful and
sweet. And so, the bite came unexpectedly; Kanae’s soft, pink lips being
replaced by his teeth, sinking painfully into the junction of his master’s neck
and shoulder.
Tsukiyama shuddered, gritting his teeth, but even so the pleasant warmth pooled
in his lower stomach, his cock throbbing in Kanae’s hand, muscles squeezing
around the boy’s cock. Breathing loudly and heavily, he closed his eyes,
awaiting  another bite, feeling his blood seeping out slowly. It was warm and
thick in Kanae’s mouth, painting his lips and chin red, as the boy lapped at it
greedily. Süß…
Just as Kanae’s tongue soothed the bitten skin, bruised imprint of his teeth
marking Shuu’s neck, another bite came, few inches higher, dangerously close to
his arteries. Spark of pain exploded briefly, only to turn into a shiver of
pleasure. The hand on his cock tightened its grip, speeding up its movements up
and down the velvety shaft.
Nip of teeth at his ear, caused Shuu to whimper, and he instinctively tried to
tilt his head to the side, goosebumps blooming on the back of his neck.
“You’re mine…” Kanae’s whisper crept right into his ear, the boy’s bloodied
tongue tracing along his earlobe. His hand sneaked further down between Shuu’s
legs, cupping his testicles and rolling them gently in his palm, before giving
the soft sack a tug, “Say it…”
The only answer Tsukiyama could muster was Kanae’s name, spoken as a weak,
whiny plea, breathed into the air like a prayer.
“Mine…” the boy repeated, sucking his master’s earlobe between his lips, “Say
it…”
Shuu’s cock twitched as Kanae kneaded his balls in his palm, pressing as deep
inside him as he could, and then stopping, holding him like this, with ass
filled and stretched, and his manhood leaking, aching hard.
“Y-Yes…” coherent words finally formed in Tsukiyama’s dry throat, “Yours, I-
I’m… yours… Kanae, yours…” Each time he was repeating it, his tone was more and
more desperate, pleading.
Meine liebe…
Kanae’s body tensed and shuddered, pressure in his stomach exploding suddenly,
and he released inside his master, hips twitching as his come spilled in long,
sharp bursts. He clutched at Shuu’s shoulder tightly, seeking support in this
vulnerable moment. He heard Tsukiyama’s breath hitching, followed by a sigh of
relief, and he felt his thick come dripping over his fingers. The boy upturned
his palm, catching the delicious essence of his master’s orgasm.
Their bodies swayed together, as they rode through the shared release with the
last bits of energy they had left. Shuu’s cries of pleasure were muffled by
Kanae’s hand, his come-stained fingers pushing past his lips, forcing him to
lick it off, and smearing it around his mouth.
“Taste how good…” Kanae breathed, “How good you are… no one else deserves the
gourmet food… no one else can appreciate this taste, sophisticated, delicate…”
his words lost sense as he kept muttering about the unique flavour, his cock
sliding smoothly in and out of his master’s slick, dripping hole.
No more shameful, lonely orgasms, filled with fantasies to never come true,
secret and solitary, hidden by bedcovers, muffled by pillows or back of his
hand. The pleasure was now shared, given to another, and received with equal
passion. Those shivers and sparks, warmth rushing through his body, pumped by
his racing heart, weren’t even half as pleasant and satisfying as the feeling
of his master’s body shivering against his own, as the sound of his voice
repeating his name, interrupted by ecstatic spasm that made him forget how to
form words...
Kanae was first to go numb and limp against Tsukiyama’s back. His forehead
rested against his master’s shoulder, shaky hands clutching at his arms for
support. Slowly, his kagune uncurled from around Shuu’s limbs, tickling as it
was sliding over his skin, and was pulled away, disappearing behind the boy’s
lower back. Gently, or more to say, powerlessly, Kanae guided his master to lie
down on the bed, pushing at his shoulders, and pressing one hand to the base of
his spine, as his limping cock slipped out from between Shuu’s asscheeks.
Tsukiyama pressed his warm, blushed cheek to the cool pillow, letting his sore
muscles relax against the mattress. He hissed softly at the loss of Kanae
inside him, slight burning in his backside lingering just like the aftertaste
of his own come on his tongue. But before his body could get used to the empty
feeling, he was entered again, this time by Kanae’s fingers.
Slight flinch of discomfort appeared on Shuu’s face, but soon the boy’s fingers
slipped out of him, covered in his sticky release, and he could hear the sound
of Kanae sucking at them. Rolling onto his side, he reached out with his hand
and gripped the boy’s wrist, tugging at it and craning his neck, his head heavy
and slightly dizzy still, resting against the pillows. Kanae slipped his
fingers inside him again, and this time brought his hand up to Tsukiyama’s
lips, the older ghoul’s tongue darting out immediately to swirl around them
greedily.
He was surprised to discover how rich and deep was Kanae’s taste. He would
imagine it as more subtle, but it was actually strong, with wonderfully sweet
undertones, coming probably from the traces of his own blood, mixing with the
boy’s come as Kanae’s bloodied lips pressed to his in a kiss. It was almost
innocent, just a touch of lips, and their soft, gradually calming breaths
exchanged between tender pecks.
As they parted, Kanae collapsed onto the bed right next to his master, his
lean, petite body barely making a dip in the mattress. Violet strands of hair
covered his face like a veil, clinging to his lips and forehead, hiding the
uncertain expression he wore. It was over, and he wasn’t sure how to act now.
Could he reach out and pull himself into his master’s arms? Will he be
accepted? Or has he gone too far and ruined everything?
The answer came quicker than he expected, as Tsukiyama’s fingers brushed his
hair away from his face, and Kanae suddenly realized that they were just inches
away, his master’s eyes observing his quiet struggle the whole time. Shuu’s
thumb rubbed at the boy’s chin, wiping off the remaining traces of blood, and
he leaned in to kiss away the last drop that stubbornly settled in the corner
of his lips.
Kanae’s come dripped down his leg, and the sheets were sticking to his sweaty
back. “My bedsheets are wet…” he said, shifting uncomfortably.
“I will change them for you tomorrow.” the young ghoul offered, propping
himself up on his elbows, and pausing for a longer moment before speaking up
again, “Just like I did when I dirtied them, fingering myself in your bed… You
couldn’t tell, could you?” he was actually surprised himself how boldly he has
spoken, admitting to his secret practices openly. He didn’t even know when his
lips stretched in a cheeky, confident smile.
Kanae’s confession was met by Tsukiyama’s own wide grin, and he thought his
young servant especially desirable, when he spoke about such shameful things,
unruly hair dancing on his forehead, bedsheets crumpling under the weight of
his naked body… A triumphant David, victorious.
“But it’s uncomfortable to sleep here tonight… Let’s sleep in your bed
instead.” Shuu decided, already pushing himself up, muscles in his legs feeling
sore as he sat up.
“My bed is much smaller…” Kanae opposed just for a second, his master already
scrambling out of bed and taking his hand, pulling him along.
“I don’t mind. Let’s go.”
They left the heavy covers of Shuu’s canopy bed behind, and sneaked out into
the hallway, their footsteps soft and soundless against the carpets. The same
path that Kanae walked by himself earlier that night, with heart pounding madly
in his ears, they now crossed together, holding hands as they walked towards
Kanae’s bedroom. Their bare bodies shivered as the cool air bit at their skin,
shadows chasing after them, dancing on the wallpapers as they moved.
Quiet click of the door closing behind them made Kanae exhale a breath he
didn’t know he was holding, and soon he was enveloped by his own covers, his
master’s body warm at his side, pressed to his own in the narrow space of the
bed they shared. Tsukiyama loved how the bedsheets smelled of Kanae’s soap,
flowers that always could be found on the boy’s nightstand, a bit of perfume,
and underneath that, of him.
With chains of his hands and legs, Kanae enslaved his master in his bed.
Intertwined fingers, slim leg hooked over his hip, he kept Shuu close. He was
now his, and his alone. Like a dragon from a fairytale, curled up amongst piles
of gold and gems, protecting the treasure from anyone who would try to steal it
away. Die Kostbarkeit.
Wanting to press a kiss to his master’s cheek, Kanae embarrassed himself as he
couldn’t suppress a small yawn that escaped him in that moment. Shuu’s fingers
wandered lazily along his back, drawing made-up shapes.
“You’re tired…” Tsukiyama whispered with a small chuckle as Kanae fought with
his yawns, “Let’s rest, we shouldn’t sleep in late in the morning.”
“Why not?” Kanae’s ears perked suddenly, eyes blinking the sleepiness away,
“You’re not going out tomorrow, are you?”
There was only a moment of hesitation, a split second of memory of another, of
him, that Shuu allowed himself, before answering.
“No, I’m not.”
“Good.” Kanae said shortly, burying his face in the pillows, in the crook of
Tsukiyama’s neck.
As the boy’s breath became calmer and even, his body relaxing visibly, Shuu
shifted slightly to find a comfortable position to sleep. He was surprised when
he could barely move, Kanae’s hold around him still equally strong. Corner of
his lips curled up in a somehow proud smile.
Tsukiyama marveled at the contrast between how small and fragile Kanae looked,
curled up against him, and how possessively he held him, in his envious,
stubborn embrace. He thought that he could see himself growing fond of both
sides of his faithful servant. After all it was the great William Shakespeare
who wisely said, that rose by any other name, would smell just as sweet.

                                    THE END
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