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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tokyo_Ghoul
  Relationship:
      Kaneki_Ken/Kirishima_Ayato
  Character:
      Kaneki_Ken, Kirishima_Ayato
  Additional Tags:
      Asphyxiation, Cannibalism, a_bit_-_Freeform, Ayato_likes_pain, don't_look
      at_me_i'm_trash_orz, possibly_slightly_ooc
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-15 Words: 1805
****** Enough pretending ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Kaneki fucks Ayato in the shower.
Notes
     Sequel to this. I can't believe I actually wrote porn. Also, let's
     say Ayato is like 2-3 years younger than Kaneki because I don't like
     big age differences, especially if they're both young. I wrote this
     at like 1 am so please be gentle with me OTL
Ayato walks into the bathroom, hesitating. Sure, Kaneki seemed to give him an
invitation, but the asshole never really says what he means. It's been driving
Ayato insane. The water's already running and he hopes to whatever the fuck
there is that Kaneki hasn't heard him. He quietly strips his clothes, feeling a
little sore- the wounds Kaneki gave him haven't fully healed yet, but hell,
he's had a ton worse.
 
How the fuck does Kaneki think he's weak, anyway. Ayato's beaten hundreds of
opponents stronger than Kaneki, has already killed so many doves he stopped
counting, yet Kaneki acts like he's the weak one. He knows Kaneki tries to hold
back, acts like Ayato's a fucking child, which he is not, which he stopped
being since his sorry excuse of a father died. Ayato also ends up holding back,
always, because if Kaneki isn't taking this seriously, why should he?
Obviously, he doesn't know how much he should hold back, and ends up losing
most of the time. He fucking hates that white haired prick.
 
Without a word, he opens the curtain, shoving Kaneki against the wall. He's
pleased to hear the thud of Kaneki's head hitting the shower wall, using
Kaneki's moment of disorientation to kiss him. He's shorter, but standing on
the tips of his toes easily compensates for that. He bites at Kaneki's lip,
then shoves his tongue inside, honestly, it feels so fucking gross but he likes
it for some reason.
 
When he pulls back, the asshole is smiling at him – Ayato doesn't hesitate and
kicks Kaneki's groin. Kaneki's eyes widen and Ayato gets a brief moment of
satisfaction watching Kaneki's face concort in pain before he feels the breath
being kicked out of him (how many times has it been, today?) and he's the one
pressed against the wall now, his head throbbing weakly.
 
“You little shit.” Kaneki mutters into his ear, a bit too fond for Ayato's
liking, especially with his face and groin reacting a bit too excitedly. He
hates how much this turns him on, how much he likes being like this, it's a
weakness he's never should've let Kaneki discover, yet there he is, breathing a
bit too heavily to pass it off as just preparing for counterattack and
regretting every choice he's ever made in his life.
 
And then Kaneki's hands wrap around his neck and squeeze, pulling him up a bit
so their faces are level and Kaneki can lean him and kiss him again, Ayato
opening his mouth without resistance.
 
'Fuck.' Ayato thinks, 'fuck.'He can't fucking breathe, he should try to pull
away from him, but he knows Kaneki will let go and the rush of being unable to
breathe is here and is telling him to let Kaneki do whatever the fuck he wants.
He's so fucking angry at himself for letting it win, but fuck, his head is
beginning to swim and the burning in his lungs is there, his arms and legs
twitching slightly but he doesn't move them, won't move them until he's passing
out and...
 
Kaneki lets go of him and Ayato takes in a deep breath. Breathing in air again
feels just as good as not breathing a while before that, and he involuntarily
makes a small sound that sounds a bit too pleased for his liking. Isn't liking
things like that fucked up or something?
 
 “Are you okay?” he hears Kaneki's voice say, which only makes him glare at him
because he suddenly wants to die. Kaneki isn't doing this to hurt him, he's
doing this because he knows Ayato likes it and isn't that just fucking
wonderful, doing shit like that to someone who you should instead laugh at for
being turned on by it. He still doesn't understand this man and probably never
will.
 
“Fuck you.” he offers back and Kaneki chuckles, fucking chuckles with a fond
smile on his lips that disappears a moment later because he's pushed against
the wall again. This time, he doesn't even try to pretend he was planning on
resisting.
 
He tilts his head again, daring Kaneki to put his hands there again, but
instead he feels lips pressed against his and they're too fucking gentle for
what Ayato wants. He scratches his nails down Kaneki's back to notify him that
if he doesn't get the fuck on with it, Ayato will seriously hurt him. Kaneki
doesn't even act like he noticed, pulling away slightly and then nipping at
Ayato's neck, still too fucking gentle.
 
“I'm going to bite down.” Kaneki announces quietly, kissing him one more time.
There's a brief moment of anticipation, Ayato's entire body almost shaking, and
then there's a sharp pain running through his body and he can't help the small
moan that escapes him. The pain feels so sharp, so real, pulsing through him in
waves and Ayato slowly realizes he's shaking for real now. Kaneki pulls away
(looking too fucking hot with Ayato's blood dripping out of his mouth) looking
mildly concerned, which makes Ayato fix him a glare again.
 
“Just fucking get on with it.” he mutters, his hands rising up again to pull
Kaneki closer. Kaneki seems to get the hint then, his hands sliding down to
squeeze Ayato's ass, about damn time. Kaneki's sliding down on his knees then,
one of his hands going to Ayato's dick (another wave of shame passes through
him because he's hard, he's fucking hard because Kaneki bit off a piece of him)
while the other goes to his ass, Kaneki wiggling a finger inside.
 
Water falls into his wound every now and then, making it sting like hell and
Ayato jolts every time that happens, all the while letting Kaneki move both his
hands and slide another finger inside, stretching him a bit more. He begins
rocking his hips absent-mindedly because fuck, he's beyond the point of caring.
That is when Kaneki bites down on his side, tearing out another small chunk of
flesh.
 
“Fuck.” Ayato stutters out this time – it hurts more than the previous one,
which is only better, to be honest. He clenches around Kaneki's fingers,
breathing deeply and trying to relax while Kaneki is chewing and swallowing
(and why he finds that sight hot, he'll never know). Kaneki pulls his fingers
out, pressing them into his wound, making Ayato hiss and close his eyes a bit,
then presses them back into his ass, three at once, coated in his own blood
instead of just water.
 
Ayato feels pretty lightheaded- he's probably lost enough blood to feel like
that, but also impatient. He can't control the little moans that escape him
with every movement of Kaneki's hands, both on his cock and in his ass,
twitching occasionally when Kaneki moves to suck the blood off of Ayato's
wound. The wound is slowly closing, but not nearly fast enough not to bleed for
at least another twenty minutes.
 
Finally, Kaneki pulls his fingers out, making Ayato mutter “about damn time” in
his direction. He's carefully lifted up, then, feeling Kaneki's dick pressing
up against him. Before Kaneki can say something stupid like 'are you sure you
wanna do this', he wraps his legs around him and sinks down on Kaneki, trying
to relax as much as he can.
 
 The pain form the wounds is joined with another pain, which doesn't feel as
good as the one caused by the bleeding but thankfully fades away once the both
of them start moving.
 
 Kaneki is rough, thank fuck, sinking down into Ayato until he's fully in, then
pulling out before slamming in again. Ayato closes his eyes again, moaning out
loud with every thrust. Kaneki's kissing him again, but he doesn't really mind
now, his mind too hazy with pain, pleasure and the fact that he's lost a lot of
blood, probably. He groans when he feels Kaneki hit  something , something he
didn't know was there but damn, does it feel good. He wants more of it, thrusts
down to feel it once more... and Kaneki stills both of their hips, pulling
away.
 
He's fucking smirking again. Ayato can't believe it, he wants more of the
pleasure, Kaneki can't fucking stop now, he's going to fucking kill him once
his head stops spinning. Then, Kaneki gently grabs his arm, kissing his
forearm.
 
“Say please.” he hears Kaneki say, and oh. Fuck. Fuck everything. He's far too
lost and wants this too much to care.
 
“P-please.” he stutters out, looking to the side. He'll never admit this
happened. Kaneki bites down again, this time making Ayato actually scream out
(he won't admit this one either), just before resuming his thrusts.
 
Ayato doesn't bother muffling his moans anymore, throwing his head back because
this is too much, Kaneki's hitting that place inside him while sucking his
blood out and suddenly he moans Kaneki's name, a shudder running through him as
he comes.
 
After a few hard thrusts, Kaneki is coming too, and then Ayato allows himself
to slump down against Kaneki's chest. He feels him pull out while still holding
Ayato up, wrapping his hands around him. Ayato wraps his hands around Kaneki
too, albeit too weak to actually hold on. He's exhausted.
 
Kaneki presses a kiss against his forehead, setting him down on the floor of
the shower. Ayato winces, but he knows Kaneki is being far more gentle than he
has to. He doesn't know if it makes him feel better or worse.
 
He slowly washes the cum off of himself and then Ayato before gently pouring
water over the places where Ayato doesn't have any wounds. He's then pulled out
of the shower and dried off with a dark brown towel (the one they use when
they're wounded so no blood is visible on it afterwards). He'd scoff at Kaneki
normally but right now, being taken care of like this feels strangely nice and
calming.
 
Kaneki puts some absolutely unneccessary bandages on his wounds, then walks
away and returns with Ayato's pajamas. He puts them on dazedly while Kaneki
dries himself and puts on his as well. Once he's done, Kaneki helps him stand
up, helping him go into their bedroom. Ayato's knees feel weak, but it's
probably from the sex, no fight or injury has ever gotten him like this.
 
He would fall into the bed if Kaneki didn't gently set him down. Kaneki lies
down next to him, pulling a blanket over them both and wrapping his arms around
Ayato. For once, he doesn't resist.
 
“Good night.” Kaneki whispers, pressing a kiss against his forehead. Ayato
decides to be at least a bit nice for a while.
 
“Good night, you ass.” he whispers back, giving Kaneki a peck on the lips
before closing his eyes. He hopes to whatever god there is that Kaneki doesn't
see his blush.
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