[fic] A Promise Worth Keeping [10/?]
title: A Promise Worth Keeping
chapter: 10/?
genre: drama
rating: NC-17
band/pairing: Nightmare x SCREW; Ni~ya x Manabu, Byou x Kazuki, Jin x Yuuto, SCREW OT4, Hitsugi x Manabu, Ruka x Sakito
warnings: m/m contact, light BDSM
disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, completely unauthorized
summary: Manabu had made a promise to himself....
rewind: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
comments: No comments today because it's been one of those days. >_>
~*~*~
The morning rehearsal was less than comfortable, Kazuki's teasing unable to outweigh Yuuto's unspoken upset. He had hoped the break at lunch, with Ni~ya very obviously collecting him for the meal, would have helped, but it seemed he was wrong. Again. The afternoon rehearsal was not unlike a quiet form of hell with the way Yuuto's silent disapproval permeated the room, affected all of them.
“Mou, Yuuchan,” Kazuki purred mournfully, setting aside his guitar to instead wrap around their leader. “Haven't you sulked enough yet? Why don't you let Macchan ... apologize and then we can move on from there? Maybe let Jin-kun punish him first if you think that would work better.”
“Zukky....”
“What? This tension is no good for us and you're obviously upset with him. Seems like a reasonable way to go about making things right again. And hey, we can lock the door and enjoy some ... band bonding time,” Kazuki purred, licking his lips with a lascivious look to his eyes.
“Kazuki-kun knows full well Manabu-kun does not feel comfortable with such things,” Yuuto scolded, though he was making no effort to shrug off Kazuki's attentions. “Stop being such a horny brat while we're trying to work.”
“But Yuuuuuuchan,” Kazuki whined, “we've been working all day and you've been a sour puss all day and it's really exhausting! Please can't you just let him apologize and get things over with?”
Manabu bit his lip against a low sigh. Had it been a mistake to tell Yuuto he didn't want to be part of the band's sex games? If he hadn't, that would make apologizing so much easier, wouldn't it? That was the way things had worked before in his life. He made a mistake, he took his beatings as needed, and then sex made everything better. He missed being able to make everything better so easily. But this was better, right? Once again, he was having his doubts.
A quick rap at the door and then it was opening.
“Sorry if we're interrupting, but we were told you'd be done about now.”
Manabu barely resisted the urge to squeak, a failed effort since moments later arms were wrapping around him, pierced lips teasing the back of his neck.
“Gotcha~”
“Hitsugi-sempai!” he squeaked, though he couldn't say he was unpleased with this turn of events.
“You never said when or where we should meet for dinner, so we thought we'd surprise you,” Hitsugi explained, relaxing his hold and allowing Manabu the freedom to turn around. This was definitely a good surprise.
“So this definitely means we're done for the day, right?” Kazuki asked, smirking. Manabu was amused to see Byou packing up Kazuki's gear even as the guitarist remained hanging on Yuuto. Definitely, practice was done for the day, just a matter now of getting Yuuto to admit it.
“Yes, yes,” the bassist sighed, shrugging out of Kazuki's hold. “Tomorrow morning, bright and early. Manabu, don't go anywhere just yet, ne?”
Manabu nodded, easing out of Hitsugi's hold so he could pack away his own guitar. Kazuki and Byou left quickly, Sakito tugging Hitsugi out after them. Being alone with Jin and Yuuto both, Manabu wasn't entirely sure how to act around them now. He knew he needed to apologize to Yuuto, but Jin's presence made him uneasy. Like the drummer was just waiting for him to admit he was a useless slut or something.
“So you don't want to play with us anymore, but you're already whoring yourself out to Nightmare?” Jin purred as he stalked forward, displeasure turning his face dark, unpleasant. Manabu couldn't help but skitter backwards away from the drummer, coming up hard against the wall behind him.
“I ... I'm not ... I'm not doing that, Jin-sama,” he insisted, wibbling. “They're ... they're friends. Nisama's friends worry about me, it's natural, ne?”
Jin snorted, seizing his chin and jerking his head around sharply. “Don't lie to me, slut. I agreed with Yuuchan because he told me you weren't interested in casual sex and now you come in here flaunting your new fuckbuddy sempai?”
“It's not like that, Jin-sama,” he stammered, eyes darting towards Yuuto. “Sempai, please.... Tell him.”
“That's enough, Jin. I told you I'd take care of this and I will. If you want to harass someone, go smack Kazuki around a bit,” Yuuto grumbled, an unusual coldness in their leader's voice. Even more surprising than that, Jin actually left the room. Of course Yuuto was the band leader, but with Jin being Yuuto's Dom ... it was just unexpected, this previously unseen side of their relationship.
“Yuuto-sempai ... it's not what Jin-sama thinks,” Manabu mumbled, pulling away from the wall to stumble forward, tumbling at Yuuto's feet. He felt torn between appreciating that Jin felt so protective of him and wishing he could demand the other stop treating him like property when they all knew he couldn't belong to Jin for oh so many reasons.
“I worry about you, Manabu-kun,” Yuuto murmured, hauling him back up to his feet. “I know what it's like to be an unclaimed submissive. I don't want you getting hurt, getting into trouble.”
“I ... I'm trying my best, sempai,” Manabu mumbled, bashful and unwilling to meet his leader's gaze. He didn't want to be a disappointment and yet he couldn't miss the worry and disappointment in Yuuto's voice.
“Jin acts the way he does because he's worried, too. You're a part of us, a part of Screw, and we will never be the same if something happens to you,” Yuuto said softly, going so far as to stroke fingers through Manabu's hair. “Promise me you'll be careful?”
“I promise, Yuuto-sempai.”
chapter: 10/?
genre: drama
rating: NC-17
band/pairing: Nightmare x SCREW; Ni~ya x Manabu, Byou x Kazuki, Jin x Yuuto, SCREW OT4, Hitsugi x Manabu, Ruka x Sakito
warnings: m/m contact, light BDSM
disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, completely unauthorized
summary: Manabu had made a promise to himself....
rewind: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
comments: No comments today because it's been one of those days. >_>
~*~*~
The morning rehearsal was less than comfortable, Kazuki's teasing unable to outweigh Yuuto's unspoken upset. He had hoped the break at lunch, with Ni~ya very obviously collecting him for the meal, would have helped, but it seemed he was wrong. Again. The afternoon rehearsal was not unlike a quiet form of hell with the way Yuuto's silent disapproval permeated the room, affected all of them.
“Mou, Yuuchan,” Kazuki purred mournfully, setting aside his guitar to instead wrap around their leader. “Haven't you sulked enough yet? Why don't you let Macchan ... apologize and then we can move on from there? Maybe let Jin-kun punish him first if you think that would work better.”
“Zukky....”
“What? This tension is no good for us and you're obviously upset with him. Seems like a reasonable way to go about making things right again. And hey, we can lock the door and enjoy some ... band bonding time,” Kazuki purred, licking his lips with a lascivious look to his eyes.
“Kazuki-kun knows full well Manabu-kun does not feel comfortable with such things,” Yuuto scolded, though he was making no effort to shrug off Kazuki's attentions. “Stop being such a horny brat while we're trying to work.”
“But Yuuuuuuchan,” Kazuki whined, “we've been working all day and you've been a sour puss all day and it's really exhausting! Please can't you just let him apologize and get things over with?”
Manabu bit his lip against a low sigh. Had it been a mistake to tell Yuuto he didn't want to be part of the band's sex games? If he hadn't, that would make apologizing so much easier, wouldn't it? That was the way things had worked before in his life. He made a mistake, he took his beatings as needed, and then sex made everything better. He missed being able to make everything better so easily. But this was better, right? Once again, he was having his doubts.
A quick rap at the door and then it was opening.
“Sorry if we're interrupting, but we were told you'd be done about now.”
Manabu barely resisted the urge to squeak, a failed effort since moments later arms were wrapping around him, pierced lips teasing the back of his neck.
“Gotcha~”
“Hitsugi-sempai!” he squeaked, though he couldn't say he was unpleased with this turn of events.
“You never said when or where we should meet for dinner, so we thought we'd surprise you,” Hitsugi explained, relaxing his hold and allowing Manabu the freedom to turn around. This was definitely a good surprise.
“So this definitely means we're done for the day, right?” Kazuki asked, smirking. Manabu was amused to see Byou packing up Kazuki's gear even as the guitarist remained hanging on Yuuto. Definitely, practice was done for the day, just a matter now of getting Yuuto to admit it.
“Yes, yes,” the bassist sighed, shrugging out of Kazuki's hold. “Tomorrow morning, bright and early. Manabu, don't go anywhere just yet, ne?”
Manabu nodded, easing out of Hitsugi's hold so he could pack away his own guitar. Kazuki and Byou left quickly, Sakito tugging Hitsugi out after them. Being alone with Jin and Yuuto both, Manabu wasn't entirely sure how to act around them now. He knew he needed to apologize to Yuuto, but Jin's presence made him uneasy. Like the drummer was just waiting for him to admit he was a useless slut or something.
“So you don't want to play with us anymore, but you're already whoring yourself out to Nightmare?” Jin purred as he stalked forward, displeasure turning his face dark, unpleasant. Manabu couldn't help but skitter backwards away from the drummer, coming up hard against the wall behind him.
“I ... I'm not ... I'm not doing that, Jin-sama,” he insisted, wibbling. “They're ... they're friends. Nisama's friends worry about me, it's natural, ne?”
Jin snorted, seizing his chin and jerking his head around sharply. “Don't lie to me, slut. I agreed with Yuuchan because he told me you weren't interested in casual sex and now you come in here flaunting your new fuckbuddy sempai?”
“It's not like that, Jin-sama,” he stammered, eyes darting towards Yuuto. “Sempai, please.... Tell him.”
“That's enough, Jin. I told you I'd take care of this and I will. If you want to harass someone, go smack Kazuki around a bit,” Yuuto grumbled, an unusual coldness in their leader's voice. Even more surprising than that, Jin actually left the room. Of course Yuuto was the band leader, but with Jin being Yuuto's Dom ... it was just unexpected, this previously unseen side of their relationship.
“Yuuto-sempai ... it's not what Jin-sama thinks,” Manabu mumbled, pulling away from the wall to stumble forward, tumbling at Yuuto's feet. He felt torn between appreciating that Jin felt so protective of him and wishing he could demand the other stop treating him like property when they all knew he couldn't belong to Jin for oh so many reasons.
“I worry about you, Manabu-kun,” Yuuto murmured, hauling him back up to his feet. “I know what it's like to be an unclaimed submissive. I don't want you getting hurt, getting into trouble.”
“I ... I'm trying my best, sempai,” Manabu mumbled, bashful and unwilling to meet his leader's gaze. He didn't want to be a disappointment and yet he couldn't miss the worry and disappointment in Yuuto's voice.
“Jin acts the way he does because he's worried, too. You're a part of us, a part of Screw, and we will never be the same if something happens to you,” Yuuto said softly, going so far as to stroke fingers through Manabu's hair. “Promise me you'll be careful?”
“I promise, Yuuto-sempai.”