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Unravel (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

"Welcome, everyone! We have a rather new and risqué for you this evening!" A voice called out. What was going on? Was he being sold into some sort of trafficking?

Motochika tried to see her when he could, but it was hard. He was juggling a lot as well as stress of working for these bastards made things really hard on him. But being with Nana made it worth it.
 
Yukimura didn’t recognize the voice of the man speaking at all, turning his head to try and twist off the cloth over his eyes, but it was to no avail. The retired Dove lay splayed out in a black suit and tie, strapped down to a metal table so he couldn’t get away.

Nana was Motochika’s only solace, comforting him when he returned home from his brutal work, holding him until he fell asleep, which didn’t take him long. In exchange for his back breaking work, Motochika would be paid and given food to eat so he didn’t have to risk himself hunting, but the jobs themselves were more dangerous than hunting ever was.
 
"Our meal today, though odd, is rather spry. We will reveal him to you slowly to entice you~" So he was with ghouls. He was to be eaten then?

"I don't think I can do this anymore, Nana..." Motochika muttered as he held her. His inky hair was growing white in places, a bad sign for a ghoul.
 
He instinctively flexed his arm, only to be immediately reminded that his prosthetic had been removed, leaving him completely unarmed, but he was far from helpless. Yukimura swallowed the knot in his throat; he would just need to let one of them come closer to him, try to break free of his wrist restraint and free his ankles and... would he even have time to free himself before he was killed? How many ghouls were present? He couldn’t even see who his attackers were, let alone how many.

Nana let Motochika rest his head in her lap, petting his white patchy hair from the seat of her wheelchair. “Motochika.. let’s run.. run far from here and Aogiri..”
 
He felt the fabric of his jacket rip before it was torn away, a hand sliding over his neck before reaching to undo his tie. It was erotic in a twisted way, his tie slowly pulled from his shoulders before he felt the buttons of his shirt pop free one by one.

He shook his head.
"They would find us..." He muttered. He had nightmares about it; running away only to be found again...watching them eat Nana in front of him. He clutched the blanket over her legs tight, his hand shaking.
 
Yukimura jerked as his coat was torn from him, the cold air hitting his chest as each button popped from his white shirt, exposing healed scars down the front of him, amputated arm completely exposed. He tried to pry his hand through the cuff around his wrist, pulling with all the strength he had, but he couldn’t get his hand through, the cuff was tightened too far and he would need to dislocate fingers to free his hand. “Do not touch me!” He finally barked out, still blinded by the silk cloth covering his eyes.

Nana placed a hand over his, squeezing it gently. “Then we leave Japan..! I don’t care how far we go..!” She whispered, leaning down to rest her head against the back of his. “You’re dying..!”
 
"See? Spry as a spring chicken~ what bite for a Dove~" Tsukiyama said coyly. Shuu knew Akihime was there, knew she had quite the crush on this broken little human. It was so funny to him, so deliciously ironic. A predator falling for its prey. He wanted to push her, see just how far she could go before she snapped.

"Then I die..." He muttered, "As long as they keep away from you, I'll die a thousand times..."
 
Shuu could hear Yukimura struggling against his assistants hands as the two women let their touches wander over him, gently running their fingers over him, caressing him gently.

“No!” She clenched her fist tight, balling it up. “Then I’m all alone again! You said you’d stay with me forever!” She beat her fist against his broad shoulders, but to him it barely felt like anything. “You promised..!”
 
They pulled off his short easily before their hands moved to his belt. He hated how his body reacted to the attention, however much he didn't want it, his body acted on its own.

He was quiet for a moment, "Aye...I did... didn't I...?" He asked softly, "Running away just feels too easy..." He knew deep down it was too easy. They would be found, he would be killed and Nana eaten. He wanted to avoid that at all costs.
 
Yukimura’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt hands pressing against his groin, rubbing over him slowly, groping him through his pants. His face started to flush, feeling his need growing as they touched him more and more, paying him special attention, feeling a tongue on his neck and one at his navel. He bit back a grunt, trying to use his knee to move away the hands, but when he felt a sharp blade at his chest, he froze. He felt the blade drag across his skin, felt blood ooze out from the cut, and then a tongue drag over the wound to clean up the blood. Were they going to eat him alive? Then why touch him in such a perverse way?

“Then what..? What do we do...?” She pleaded, unclenching her hand and moving it to the back of his head, caressing his head closer to hers. “What do we do..?”
 
They continued to cut him and lick up his blood at any spot they could find, his belt undone and the button popped open. Shuu was having fun watching even when a familiar five tailed armored ghoul shot out from the upper stands, taking off the heads of his assistants and standing protectively in front of Yukimura. He could feel the anger radiating off this mysterious ghoul.

"I don't know, Nana..." He muttered, "But I won't let anything happen to you.."
 
Megohime watched from the stands, wearing a black suit and shirt and a blank, white half-mask with two small holes for eyes, a cigarette hanging from her mouth. She watched with a hidden expression, sitting by herself in the farthest seating, taking a long drag from her cigarette as she stared at Akihime.
Akihime could hear the slightly labored breathing of Yukimura directly behind her, the smell of his blood overwhelming her senses being that close. Yukimura could feel the head coming off of what he could only guess was the ghouls massive kagune, was this the one that was going to eat him? He couldn’t quite tell, eyes covered by the cloth tied tightly around his head. He stayed completely still, not moving an inch as he waited for the feeling of teeth in his flesh.


Their nights would always end with the two of them taking refuge in their bed, piled under blankets and Nana holding Motochika close. She would pet his hair and smooth him with gentle words until he fell asleep, and only then did she too fall asleep. It was always the same when she woke though, she would be alone, and Motochika would have a note left in his place, always something about leaving for a job that he didn’t know when he’d be back from. Nana would just go about her morning, dressing herself before struggling into her wheelchair, then heading to the kitchen to eat what little food she could hold down.
 
Yukimura felt the chain holding up his wrist break and his ankles came free as well. The smell of his blood and his arousal was driving Akihime insane. She wasn't really thinking, she turned and grabbed Yukimura and broke out through the ceiling.

She always worried for him, but he always came home. He seemed underfed, were they starving him? Would he turn on her if he was hungry enough?
 
Yukimura felt his stomach doing flips as he felt the two of them ascending high on top of buildings and leaping between the two, Yukimura unable to do much but try and now flail in case the ghoul carrying him decided to drop him.

Nana sat in the kitchen staring blankly at the refrigerator door as she sat with the thought of Motochika eating her out of desperation. She let her gaze fall to her lap, looking at the uneven lumps beneath the blanket covering her lap. She couldn’t decide if the thought terrified her, or brought her comfort knowing he would at least be able to eat.
 
She dropped into an alley and set him down, looking down at him and trying to figure out wjat to do. Should she eat him? Fuck him? It was so hard to decide.
 
Yukimura landed on his back, chest heaving, blood trickling from each cut, barely wearing the tatters of a shirt and coat. He struggled to sit up with only one arm, his pants starting to fall down his hips, his need still quite apparent. He managed to yank the blindfold down, staring back at the ghoul before him.
 
It was a woman, from what he could tell by the curves of her body. Her face was covered by a rather horrific looking kitsune mask; he could see the glow of her eyes through the slits, the mouth split with realistic canine teeth. The five tails were covered with spined armor, almost like vertebrae, her body covered in the same spiny armor. He could hear her labored breathing as she just...stood there. Watching him.
 
Yukimura managed to scoot back a bit, but he only collapsed backward again, uneven without his arm, and still partially woozy from whatever drugs had been used on him. Why wasn’t this ghoul attacking? Why had she saved him, what were her plans? Being this close to him with her Kakuja active, the smell of his blood was intoxicating.
 
Yukimura flinched at the feeling of her tongue dragging over his flesh, grinding his teeth and swinging hard with his only arm, clocking her hard in the side of the head.
 
Yukimura grunted as he was pinned to the rough concrete, his entire body tensing up as she continued to lick at the cuts across his chest and stomach. His movements only caused for his throbbing cock to rub against her inner thigh through their clothes, Akihime straddling his hips in a rather awkward position for him. His face flushed as he realized moving more would only stimulate himself further.
 
She could hear Yukimura’s faint grunts as he struggled and turned his head away, grinding his teeth as she rubbed herself against his need. He was ashamed to admit that he movements felt amazing, his need throbbing with each little shift she made.
 
It was euphoria, she was so far gone that she didn't even realize what she was doing.
Stop!! Get off him!! He'll find out who you are!!
Akihime snapped out of it fast, gasping loudly before hurrying off him. She heard and felt her armor start to crack and she rushed off before her mask fell away.
 
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