I Fell In Love, But It Wasn't Mine To Have

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Now, he sat on a stool, yet another glass of blood in front of him, face sticky with tears, nose stuffy, mascara a mess. He was a mess. It hurt so much.
Kaneki's words repeated themselves in his head, louder and louder with each repetition. He didn't know how one person could effortlessly rip out one's heart from their chest without touching them. He had heard countless songs, read countless books, all featuring heartbreak, but looking back, none of them quite captured the feeling.
Shuu choked back another sob, hand shaking as he desperately swallowed the last of his drink. His head was pounding, everything out of focus.
The bartender was busy delivering a round of drinks to some other ghouls. He and they were the only costumers at the moment, about eight altogether. He motioned to get the man's attention. "Excusez-moi," he slurred. He received no answer, the bartender smiling and chatting with his customers, laughing at something a woman said. Tsukiyama squeezed his eyes shut, laying his head on the cool bar top. He wanted to die. He wanted to disappear. There was no way that today could possibly be worse.
Tsukiyama jumped as a warm pair of arms wrapped around his waist, hot breath on his ear. An unpleasant odor filled his nose, sweat and blood and cheap cologne.
"Hey, there, sweet thing," A raspy voice said, the man's grip tightening on Shuu's body. Tsukiyama tried to turn around, and tell him to let go. He didn't deserve to touch his body.
He squirmed a little, but the other ghoul simply nuzzled into his neck. A wet tongue swiped his skin, leaving a gross feeling. "H-hey. Laisse moi l'enfer seul, le salaud."
His words went unheeded, hands sliding down Tsukiyama's sides to his upper thighs, where they kneaded. "Do you not speak Japanese, cutie?"
Merde. When Shuu got really wasted, he slipped into his first language and it was hard to speak in anything else. He tried to push the man away. He didn't want anyone touching him, or talking to him for that matter. He just wanted to drink and be left alone.
The other ghoul chuckled, pressed a kiss behind Tsukiyama's ear. "Don't be like that, ne? I can show you a real good time."
Shuu shook his head. "Non."
He had no interest in this pig. He was grabby, trying to touch his genitals, and he smelled awful. He tried to stand, stumbling. He was quickly caught, and held tightly.
"Is he okay?" A woman's voice asked, sounding concerned.

"Yeah, he's just a little drunk. I'll take you home now, okay?" The ghoul asked him, breath tickling his ear.
Shuu shivered, fear creeping in. "Non," he repeated, starting to struggle.
"Shhh, easy. C'mere."
"I don't think......" The same woman as before began, only to be cut off.
"Ay, Ryuu! Do you have him?"
"Sure thing, Yuki! Come on, baby, we're gonna take you home."
Tsukiyama stopped fighting, and gave up, slumping heavily on Ryuu's shoulder, letting him lead him outside. The cold air bit at Tsukiyama's skin, sobering him a little, senses alerting him that something was off.He shouldn't go with these ghouls. He straightened.
"Je peux rentrer chez moi," He slurred out, once more trying to escape the hold on him.
"He's cute, isn't he?" Ryuu asked someone, ignoring Shuu except to squeeze warningly. He was impossibly strong, and Tsukiyama realized he would not be able to get away as drunk as he was. A feeling of panic made him swing, hoping to land a hit. He yelped as a fist connected with his jaw. He stumbled back, only to be yanked forward again and shoved into a warm car. He scrambled across the slippery seats in an attempt to get out the other side. He still had yet to see either of his potential attackers.
He wheezed as a heavy weight crushed him, pinning him in place. "Drive."
The car lurched forward. Tsukiyama whined, struggling.
"He is cute," the other ghoul, Yuki or whatever, spoke up. "Feisty little thing, though."
"Yeah. But they're more fun like that." A hand stroked his side, fingers brushing his abdomen above his pants. He whined again, getting distressed. What did these men mean to do to him? He was a Tsukiyama, they wouldn't dare hurt him. Were they going to kill him? Or eat him? Hold him for ransom? He willed his kagune to activate, but he'd drunk enough alcohol so that it didn't respond.
"S-S'il te plait ne me fais pas de mal," Shuu managed, trying to roll over. If he saw their faces, he could......no. What would he do? Call the police? Yeah, right. He decided once he'd sobered, he'd make them sorry they had ever dared touch him and take him somewhere he didn't want to go. He'd kill them, and then feast on their insides.
"Does he not speak Japanese?"
"No. I wonder what he's saying," Ryuu said playfully. "Then again, I don't really care."
Suddenly, he flipped Tsukiyama over, pressing his body tightly against him. Something hard pressed into Shuu's hip.Hot breath fanned his face as he looked up into slate eyes. Ryuu was nothing special, with spiky, greasy hair and narrow facial features. His breath smelled like rot. Shuu blinked at him, wondering why he had let him turn over. A moment later, he found out why, as a wet tongue wriggled into his mouth. Tsukiyama froze.
Ryuu licked around, making happy sounds, hands sliding to Shuu's butt. And Tsukiyama realized what this ghoul wanted from him. And he wouldn't let it happen, drunk or not. He bit down with a feeling of savage satisfaction, and Ryuu cried out, jerking away.
"You little bitch!" A slap punctuated the words, and Tsukiyama yelped with pain. Ryuu kissed him again, all teeth and tongue . His blood swirled in Shuu's mouth, sour and bitter. Shuu whimpered, no full on struggling as he felt the other ghoul slide his hands into the back of his pants, squeezing his ass.
Shuu was horrified when his boy began to respond to the touch, hole slickening and dick twitching. He didn't want this. Non, non, non!
He whimpered into Ryuu's mouth when he felt fingers rubbing his balls. Then keened with fear when they brushed his rear entrance. Their lips separated with a wet noise.
Ryuu was panting a little, eyes bright in the moonlight. "You're soaked. Do you want to get fucked, little bitch?"
Shuu shook his head no frantically. He squeaked when Ryuu pushed a fingertip against his hole, then gasped as it slipped in. He clenched around the foreign object, not used to the feeling. No one had touched him this way. It was supposed to be special, with someone you loved. Not this. It hurt a lot, burning as the digit stretched him open.
Tears dripped down his face and he tried to bite his violater, only to be slapped again.
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