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

6

Tsukiyama blinked up at his attackers, tears blurring his vision. His body was screaming in agony, ribs on fire and blood seeping from fresh wounds. Just after he'd eaten, too, he thought, biting back a terrified giggle.
His breaths left him in harsh pants, and he tried weakly to sit up, only to curl up as pain ripped through him even worse than before.

"Boss, c'mon, let's just kill 'im," a voice said, high and thin. The smaller man, Shuu thought.

"Yeah, he's obviously not gonna answer the question. Should we beat one out of him?" The woman asked.

Tsukiyama whimpered. No, no, no.

He licked his lips, tasting blood, both from the girl he'd killed and his own.
"W-wait."

The leader, the dark-haired man, stopped his cronies with a hand, eyes coolly locked on the gourmet's face. Shuu studied him frantically, top to bottom, as if his appearance would give him clue how to stay alive.
And he found one. His eyes landed on the bulge in the man's jeans. He swallowed, trying to speak loud enough to be heard, and clear enough to be understood.

"I.....I can compensate you."

The leader cocked his head, interest in his black and red eyes, opening his mouth to reply.
He was stopped however, by one of his friends.

"Yuck!" The other man yipped. "We don't eat nasty ghoul meat, bitch, so if that's what you're offerin'---"

"It's not," The woman cut in, lip curling as she glared at Tsukiyama with disgust. Something else lurked under it, something that looked like pity. She knew what Shuu was offering up, and by the look on her boss's face, he did, too.
He smirked. "Hmmm. Can you, now?" He crouched next to the gourmet, shoving him onto his back. Shuu felt his legs spread, even as inside he cried and begged, no no no, not again, not again.......
What choice do I have? He asked himself. It's this, or die.
But he didn't want this. As a hand stroked up his leg, he whimpered softly, fighting the urge to clamp them shut. The man's eyebrows rose when he saw that Shuu wasn't wearing pants, or underwear under the jacket. "Well now, aren't you a slutty little thing?"
"Ahahaha! Looks like he's already been had!" The other man cackled, crouching next to his boss. "Hey, hey, boss, can I tap that after you?"

"Yeah, why not, Kaito?" The boss undid his belt, fishing out his dick. It was long, and thick, head a dark red color. Shuu swallowed a whimper, trembling as he tried to look away from it. The woman had turned away, and was half heartedly picking at the dead girl's ribs.
Tsukiyama watched her back, eyes tracing her slim figure, the light purple flowers on her shirt, anything to distract himself as he felt a warm weight settle between his spread legs.
His wounds were still knitting themselves together, and he squeaked with pain when the man's body weight put strain on them.
His chin was grabbed, his head turned to face the boss. The man's eyes were glowing red and black with arousal, a smirk on his (what Shuu would have called handsome, under different circumstances) face. "You look at me, you got that? I want you to focus on me.Not anybody else."
Tsukiyama trembled, nodding shakily, eyes wide. He let the man kiss him, tasting cigarettes and blood. He felt the head of his penis press against his entrance, and he almost closed his eyes before remembering that the other ghoul wanted him to look at him as he was getting fucked.

Shuu cried out he pushed inside of him, pain burning through him, throbbing and aching as he was split open without preparation of any kind. He clenched, whimpering as he felt the other twitch. "Relax, " he was told.
He tried to, gasping in short pants as his senses were overwhelmed. Could feel the other man still pushing in, and tears slipped down his cheeks.
The man grunted softly as he finally sunk to the hilt in Shuu, twitching as Tsukiyama clenched around him. "Fuck. That's nice."

"Is he tight, boss? Huh?"

"Shut up, Kaito!" The woman snapped.
Tsukiyama whimpered, blinking away tears. The other ghoul rocked forward, coaxing a cry from the gourmet, who tensed again.
"So hot and tight around me. A lesser man than me would.....hah...cum already." He rasped, lips brushing Shuu's throat as he began to thrust slowly, drawing sounds from Tsukiyama with each jerk of his hips.
Slowly, the pain faded and discomfort faded, giving way to a new feeling. A soft moan slipped from Shuu's mouth involuntarily, and he arched a little. Pleasure was blooming in him, burning low in his stomach and winding tight. His dick throbbed, precome beading on the tip.
"Enjoying yourself, yeah?" Came the rough whisper, followed by a sharp thrust that had Shuu gasp and mewl, eyes squeezing shut as he panted, hips rolling forward.
"Hahaha.... Lookit that slut, our boss sure knows how to make 'em want it," Kaito snickered from somewhere nearby.

Shuu barely heard him, soft moans bubbling from his throat with every push the man on top of him made.The sound of flesh meeting flesh and his harsh breaths filled his ears.
He keened as the ghoul hit a spot deep inside of him, hearing him curse as hot liquid filled Tsukiyama. His own orgasm splattered on his own stomach and chest, thick ropes of white smearing.
The man slid out with a slick pop, and Shuu could feel semen dribble down his legs. He whimpered, slowly coming down from the sexual high, then cried out as a warm weight landed on him, crushing him to the concrete.

"My turn! Finally!"

Kaito jerked Shuu's legs apart roughly, dick pushing insistently his entrance. Tsukiyama protested weakly, struggling desperately, not wanting to do it again. Shame coursed through him at the fact that he had come while being raped. Raped wasn't quite the right word. He'd offered, hadn't he? This was his fault. He was a slut, just like-----
"Ahhh, nngh, ow, stop, it hurts, no...."
Kaito ignored his whines, shoving his length in with one sharp buck. Tsukiyama wailed, then sobbed as Kaito ruthlessly fucked him. He knew that he was probably torn again, judging by the searing throbs in his body. Kaito battered him, nails gouging his back, teeth marking his shoulder. It was over quickly, five minutes at the most, the young ghoul spurting into Shuu with a loud moan.
Tsukiyama shook with silent sobs as he curled up in a ball, and distantly he heard a loud slap and a curse of pain.

"The fuck you do that for, Hana?"
"He said no, asshole! He told you to stop!"
"So? Boss said I could fuck him after he was done with him, so fuck off you dumb bitch!"
There was a scuffle as the ghouls started a fistfight. Tsukiyama scked in a breath and started to crawl away, tears dripping on the ground of the filthy alley, pain pulsing through every nerve in his body.
"Alright, enough. Let's go, you two," The boss said. He looked at Tsukiyama, who had his face in his arms, before leading his underlings off. He thought he'd have to find that cutie again and have another go sometime.