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

9

The room was spinning, Shuu noticed. He giggled, laying his head on the table and hiccuping. It tasted like scotch. The gourmet closed his eyes, wondering when Cho would be back.
She had been gone for a while, and though he knew she could take care of herself, he still felt a vague sense of worry, even as drunk as he was.
He hiccuped again, deciding that he needed to piss. Staggering to his feet, he looked around for the bartender. He was nowhere in sight, and Shuu realized he would have to find the bathroom himself. He quickly found a hallway that led to the back, and stumbled along it, bladder about to burst.
Tsukiyama finally found a sign pointing to the left, blue with a white man on it, the universal
symbol for restrooms. He stepped in with a relieved sigh, not aware of anything but his need to answer the call of nature. He unzipped his jeans, cursing at the tight buttons, managing to free his dick enough to urinate.
He sighed happily, looking around absently. The bathroom was actually pretty clean, which was more than he could say for many bathrooms he'd been in. In several of those, he'd done things not meant to be done in bathrooms. He jumped as a man stepped out of one of the stalls behind him. Tsukiyama tucked himself into his pants, the other ghoul quiet as he waited for Shuu to wash his hands. The soap smelled really nice, like pineapples and coconuts.
Rubbing his hands on a paper towel, Tsukiyama leaned heavily against the wall, hearing the water run behind him.
He jumped when the ghoul brushed him from behind, tossing his soggy paper towel in the trash.

Tsukiyama threw his away, too, and continued leaning on the wall, head swimming. He wished Cho would hurry up. He was suddenly hating drinking alone.
The door opened and closed. He licked his lips, thirsty.
He started to walk out, but stumbled back when someone bumped into him hard, sending him staggering into the restroom again. The other man glanced at him, looking pissed, but then paused to look Shuu over. Tsukiyama looked up at him with wide eyes, unsure whether to apologize, or.......

"Hey. My bad, sweetness," The ghoul winked. He stepped up to the sink and began fixing his thick black hair, eyes on Shuu in the reflection.

The gourmet blinked. Any company was better than none. Especially if they were nice. He carefully approached, catching a whiff of the ghoul's scent, a cinnamon-y, burnt-wood smell. It made his mouth water.

"What'sh *hic* your name?" He asked, eyes at half-mast because of his inebriated state, unintentionally giving the other close to bedroom eyes.

"I'm Hayate." The other turned to him, leaning into his space. "And you?"

"I'm Shuu," Tsukiyama slurred, grinning cheerily.

"Nice name." Hayate stepped closer, pinning Tsukiyama in against the wall. The gourmet blushed when he grabbed his chin. "What're you---"

A warm mouth cut him off. He gasped, which allowed Hayate to slip his tongue in his mouth.
The ghoul tasted nice, like coffee and blood and cinnamon. Tsukiyama slowly kissed back, arms wrapping around his neck. Hayate was taller than him, so he almost had to stand on his tippy toes to kiss him.
Hayate made a pleased sound, hands sliding to Shuu's sides, around to his butt. Shuu moaned softly when Hayate squeezed, kneading the muscled flesh through denim.
He pulled away, gasping for breath, as Hayate began to kiss his neck and shoulder, nipping and licking.

"I.....if you wanna *hic* do anything elshe, you have to.....mmmm...*hic* ....pay," Tsukiyama panted out.

Hayate nodded, sucking a hickey onto Tsukiyama's shoulder before pulling away. "How much for you to blow me?"
Shuu tried to think past the sound of his thumping heart and the fog of alcohol. "10,000 yen," Tsukiyama managed finally. Tsukiyama thought he heard a noise, then, but dismissed it, blaming the drinks he'd had.

"Pricy little shit," Hayate chuckled, nipping his ear. "Done."

Tsukiyama took his cue, sliding to his knees and undoing the other ghoul's pants. They dropped around his ankles, and Shuu took his penis in hand, stroking it till it stood fully erect.
He licked the head, then took it in his mouth, pressing his tongue firmly into the slit and drawing a gasp from the man above him.
Hands tangled in his hair as he began to work him, tongue drawing along the underside, hollowing his cheeks and taking Hayate to the root.
Hayate groaned encouragements, tugging his locks lightly, and Shuu hummed, making him moan. He had done this a thousand times, and knew what men liked.
He sucked hard on the head, licked up the length before taking it back into his mouth, drool and precome dripping down his chin onto his shirt. He let the man buck into his mouth, taking the cock down his throat, and Hayate moaned low in his throat, hips rocking forward.
Tsukiyama sucked the other ghoul off, swallowing when bitter cum landed on his tongue. He licked his lips, wiping away any jizz that had dripped down his chin. As he did, Hayate zipped up. The ghoul helped him up, wrapping a possessive arm around him. Tsukiyama leaned into the solid warmth as he was led out of the bathroom. "Where are *hic* we going?"

"Just back here," Hayate replied, giving Shuu a squeeze. "I want you to meet with some of my friends. I'll pay for them, too."
He was wondering why he hadn't been given his money. "Okay."

"Good boy."

Tsukiyama didn't really register that he was being talked to like a dog, just wanting to get another drink, do what he had to, and go home. Hayate tugged him to a booth in the very back, where a few ghouls, all men, were sitting. Tsukiyama couldn't really focus on their faces. Then again, their faces weren't what he was going to be paying attention to.

"Who's this?" One of them asked, the voice male but oddly feminine.

"Ehhh, some prostitute needing a quick buck," Hayate said lightly.

Shuu didn't protest.

"Mmm. Well, is he any good?"

"Yeah. You want him to suck you off?"

Tsukiyama got to his knees in front of the man, who chimed that yes, he did in fact want that. The scent of perfume tickling his nose, Shuu undid the man's belt, freeing his erection.
A few moments later, the man groaned as Tsukiyama's mouth closed round him. Fingers pulled his hair roughly, and he was immediately tugged forward, choking briefly on the large dick before his gag reflex relaxed. "Damn, he's got a hot mouth."
"Fuck, Nico, easy with the guy." A man muttered, as Tsukiyama continued to suck.
"I'm next," Another said casually.
Shuu finished with the Nico person, swallowing the bitter semen, before crawling under the table like a dog to get the next ghoul off.
"Yo, Uta, you want him next?" Hayate asked, voice thick with alcohol.
"I don't think so," came the calm reply.
"Your loss," Nico snorted. "He's good, I'll give him that."

Tsukiyama didn't have time to think about the words, or preen over his good work, jaw throbbing from having to blow so many ghouls in a brief period. Granted, there was only four including Hayate, who wanted another blowjob, and then the Uta person, who didn't want to use Shuu's mouth. Tsukiyama swallowed for the sixth time, stomach aching, jaw sore, head pounding. His hair was a lost cause, his shirt stained with cum and drool.
Tsukiyama tallied up the money. He crawled from beneath the table, bracing his hands on someone's thighs as he tried to get to his feet. He didn't care how pathetic he must seem right now. He had counted, and knew how much he was owed.
He looked up, panting and wiping his mouth. "That's 60,000 yen."
One of them whistled. "Oooh, who's gonna foot that?"
The others laughed, and Shuu turned to Hayate uncertainly.