The Devil Delights in Dancing (слэш)

Kaneki met his gaze, his steel gray eyes cold and distant. So different than the last time he had graced Uta’s doorway. The young ghoul had changed much in these few, short months. Gone was the shy, new ghoul who was trying desperately to cling on to the last pieces of his humanity. The smiling teen, doe-eyed and eager for a mask to help contain his blood-thirsty nature.
It seemed such a short time since the 20th ward had gone to free Kaneki, only to arrive too late. All they had found was tantalizing, gruesome evidence of what Jason had done to him. And the cannibalized remains of what he had done to Jason. And what a masterpiece it had been! The half-ghoul had walked away the victor, but it was clear to Uta now that Kaneki hadn't walked away unscathed.
"Tell me, what is it that brings you to my shop, Kaneki?" Uta asked, making his way toward the younger ghoul. Kaneki turned to face him. He admired how the leather caressed the other ghoul’s torso, trailing down to tease the slight bulge between his legs. Uta pulled his gaze back up to meet Kaneki’s steel gray eyes.
“I need your help,” Kaneki replied.