[fic] A Promise Worth Keeping [12/12]
title: A Promise Worth Keeping
chapter: 12/12
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 10 10 11
comments: It's been a long week, but I finally got some time to myself again, so here we are with the surprise ending to the fic. I have obviously failed to write 24 pieces for the advent challenge, which personally saddens me. I'll see if I can manage some more writing before the end of the challenge anyway, but if I don't, I hope everyone enjoys this holiday season. :D
~*~*~
A quiet snuffling and Manabu snuggled deeper into the bedding. A day off was a precious thing. He had been a good kitten for the last three weeks, gone to rehearsal every morning Yuuto required it of him, spent lunches with his bandmates, worked hard to be a good bandman. There were still incidents of flirting getting out of hand, bandmate's hands getting too familiar with his person, but Yuuto was nearly always there to side with him, defend him.
But if band dynamics were normalizing, he still felt out of place in Hitsugi's bed. Hitsugi and Sakito had welcomed him into their apartment rather easily and he was definitely spending more time with them than in his own apartment. If he wasn't spending the evening out with his own bandmates, he was out with Nightmare's members and Hitsugi's other friends. He was getting quite well acquainted with his sempai, if losing a little bit of sleep in the process. Waking up to the same person every morning was definitely worth it, though.
Except this morning there was a distinct lack of another body beside his own. Which was about what he had been expecting, since he knew Hitsugi didn't have the day off himself. On the other hand, that meant he could do something he had been dying to do all month - clean the damn apartment.
Oh sure, Sakito was as anal as anyone Manabu knew when it came to keeping Nightmare organized, but the apartment itself? Just this side of total chaos and all of them spent entirely too much time looking for things. So as much as he didn't want to go anywhere, he forced himself out of Hitsugi's bed. Fortunately, there was nothing saying he couldn't have a bit of fun with it. Dressing up in a ridiculously short and terribly frilly little maid costume, he plugged his iPod into their stereo and queued up his most upbeat cleaning play list. After all, if he was going to be cleaning, he might as well have some fun with it.
He spent the remains of the morning cleaning the lounge, feeling quite pleased with himself when he had it finished before lunch. Of course the lounge had been the easy room, the one room he had been trying to keep tidy since moving into the apartment. The kitchen was another matter, bags of noxious fridge experiments waiting for one of the others to come home and take out. He was halfway finished with the work room, down on hands and knees scrubbing at a particularly nasty unidentified stain when he felt hands on his hips.
“Well, well, what's this? A pretty little maid-chan, scrubbing away at our floor. How thoughtful of Saki to order such a service for us. And you've done such a good job t-.”
“Oh god, you got this far??”
It was hard not to giggle, the contrast between Hitsugi's sensual low purr and Sakito's rather panicked squeak.
“What have you done??? Oh god, all my papers ... how am I supposed to find anything like this?? What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking,” Manabu said, shifting to settle in a more proper kneeling pose, “that sirs can never find anything and that sirs might appreciate having things properly cleaned and put away.”
“The bags in the entry?”
“Garbage, mostly from the kitchen. I am sorry that it was still there when you arrived, I wasn't sure when that would be. I had intended to take all the garbage down together, but if it is a problem....”
“I'll take care of it,” Hitsugi said. “Maid-chan has enough to do calming down Saki.”
“I can show Sakito-san how things are organized if he wishes? Or would Sakito-san prefer a bath first?” Manabu asked, mentally settling into the role Hitsugi seemed to want him to play. It woudn't be the first time he played the demure maid, though it would be a first with these two.
“You... you....”
“It's all very logical, I promise, Sakito-san. Papers were organized in band, apartment, and personal folders, with professional works in this drawer and home and personal matters in these two, one for each of you. Hardware, cords, and other items all have their marked places in the closet,” Manabu explained, taking the guitarist on a sort of tour of the work room. He had been planning this for some time, shifting the work computer off to one side of the room, then arranging guitars and keyboard on the other. Amps, pedal boards, cables, special boxes for spare strings and picks ... everything had a label and a logical home, the same as he had done in the lounge and kitchen.
“You see, sir? Very logical. Shall I draw you that bath now?”
“... you and Hitsugi are going to have perverse maid-employer sex the moment my back's turned, aren't you?” Sakito murmured.
“We don't have to,” Manabu replied, dropping his act for the moment. “If it's going to bother you, sempai, then we can wait for another time.”
“Or,” Hitsugi said, startling Manabu at the sudden feel of arms around his waist, “you could stop being so prissy and join us for a change.”
“Fuck you, Mitsuo,” Sakito snapped. Manabu could hear the other man stomping out of the apartment, worrying at his bottom lip at the man's anger. Really, he had been trying to help, it was unfair of his senior to get so ruffled over something so small.
“Ah, I'm sorry, nekochan, I shouldn't have set him off like that,” Hitsugi murmured, nuzzling the back of his neck. “And it is me he's mad at, not you. He thinks I put you up to this.”
“Ehh?? But sempai....”
“Such a sweet kitling, who would believe you could think of doing something so involved as this?” the other man teased, slowing turning him around. “He gets mad at me like this once every few months, we were about due. And the place looks better than it has in a couple years, so thank you.”
“Then ... I'm not in trouble?” he asked, hating the tremble in his voice.
“Far from it, Manabu. In fact, I think all this hard work deserves a reward.”
“R-really?” That sounded almost too good to be true.
“Really, nekochan. Come on, I have something for you. It's not much, but ... it's a start?”
Manabu wondered at Hitsugi's phrasing, eyes widening when he saw what was inside the box the older guitarist was holding out to him. That ... that couldn't possibly be what he thought it was.
“Manabu's been so good all month now,” Hitsugi murmured and he shivered at the feel of cool leather wrapping around his throat. “You've kept your promises, now it's time I kept one of my own.”
He didn't know where to start, words tangling in his throat, keeping him silent. But from the smile on Hitsugi's lips, it didn't seem like he really needed to say anything at all.
chapter: 12/12
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 10 10 11
comments: It's been a long week, but I finally got some time to myself again, so here we are with the surprise ending to the fic. I have obviously failed to write 24 pieces for the advent challenge, which personally saddens me. I'll see if I can manage some more writing before the end of the challenge anyway, but if I don't, I hope everyone enjoys this holiday season. :D
~*~*~
A quiet snuffling and Manabu snuggled deeper into the bedding. A day off was a precious thing. He had been a good kitten for the last three weeks, gone to rehearsal every morning Yuuto required it of him, spent lunches with his bandmates, worked hard to be a good bandman. There were still incidents of flirting getting out of hand, bandmate's hands getting too familiar with his person, but Yuuto was nearly always there to side with him, defend him.
But if band dynamics were normalizing, he still felt out of place in Hitsugi's bed. Hitsugi and Sakito had welcomed him into their apartment rather easily and he was definitely spending more time with them than in his own apartment. If he wasn't spending the evening out with his own bandmates, he was out with Nightmare's members and Hitsugi's other friends. He was getting quite well acquainted with his sempai, if losing a little bit of sleep in the process. Waking up to the same person every morning was definitely worth it, though.
Except this morning there was a distinct lack of another body beside his own. Which was about what he had been expecting, since he knew Hitsugi didn't have the day off himself. On the other hand, that meant he could do something he had been dying to do all month - clean the damn apartment.
Oh sure, Sakito was as anal as anyone Manabu knew when it came to keeping Nightmare organized, but the apartment itself? Just this side of total chaos and all of them spent entirely too much time looking for things. So as much as he didn't want to go anywhere, he forced himself out of Hitsugi's bed. Fortunately, there was nothing saying he couldn't have a bit of fun with it. Dressing up in a ridiculously short and terribly frilly little maid costume, he plugged his iPod into their stereo and queued up his most upbeat cleaning play list. After all, if he was going to be cleaning, he might as well have some fun with it.
He spent the remains of the morning cleaning the lounge, feeling quite pleased with himself when he had it finished before lunch. Of course the lounge had been the easy room, the one room he had been trying to keep tidy since moving into the apartment. The kitchen was another matter, bags of noxious fridge experiments waiting for one of the others to come home and take out. He was halfway finished with the work room, down on hands and knees scrubbing at a particularly nasty unidentified stain when he felt hands on his hips.
“Well, well, what's this? A pretty little maid-chan, scrubbing away at our floor. How thoughtful of Saki to order such a service for us. And you've done such a good job t-.”
“Oh god, you got this far??”
It was hard not to giggle, the contrast between Hitsugi's sensual low purr and Sakito's rather panicked squeak.
“What have you done??? Oh god, all my papers ... how am I supposed to find anything like this?? What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking,” Manabu said, shifting to settle in a more proper kneeling pose, “that sirs can never find anything and that sirs might appreciate having things properly cleaned and put away.”
“The bags in the entry?”
“Garbage, mostly from the kitchen. I am sorry that it was still there when you arrived, I wasn't sure when that would be. I had intended to take all the garbage down together, but if it is a problem....”
“I'll take care of it,” Hitsugi said. “Maid-chan has enough to do calming down Saki.”
“I can show Sakito-san how things are organized if he wishes? Or would Sakito-san prefer a bath first?” Manabu asked, mentally settling into the role Hitsugi seemed to want him to play. It woudn't be the first time he played the demure maid, though it would be a first with these two.
“You... you....”
“It's all very logical, I promise, Sakito-san. Papers were organized in band, apartment, and personal folders, with professional works in this drawer and home and personal matters in these two, one for each of you. Hardware, cords, and other items all have their marked places in the closet,” Manabu explained, taking the guitarist on a sort of tour of the work room. He had been planning this for some time, shifting the work computer off to one side of the room, then arranging guitars and keyboard on the other. Amps, pedal boards, cables, special boxes for spare strings and picks ... everything had a label and a logical home, the same as he had done in the lounge and kitchen.
“You see, sir? Very logical. Shall I draw you that bath now?”
“... you and Hitsugi are going to have perverse maid-employer sex the moment my back's turned, aren't you?” Sakito murmured.
“We don't have to,” Manabu replied, dropping his act for the moment. “If it's going to bother you, sempai, then we can wait for another time.”
“Or,” Hitsugi said, startling Manabu at the sudden feel of arms around his waist, “you could stop being so prissy and join us for a change.”
“Fuck you, Mitsuo,” Sakito snapped. Manabu could hear the other man stomping out of the apartment, worrying at his bottom lip at the man's anger. Really, he had been trying to help, it was unfair of his senior to get so ruffled over something so small.
“Ah, I'm sorry, nekochan, I shouldn't have set him off like that,” Hitsugi murmured, nuzzling the back of his neck. “And it is me he's mad at, not you. He thinks I put you up to this.”
“Ehh?? But sempai....”
“Such a sweet kitling, who would believe you could think of doing something so involved as this?” the other man teased, slowing turning him around. “He gets mad at me like this once every few months, we were about due. And the place looks better than it has in a couple years, so thank you.”
“Then ... I'm not in trouble?” he asked, hating the tremble in his voice.
“Far from it, Manabu. In fact, I think all this hard work deserves a reward.”
“R-really?” That sounded almost too good to be true.
“Really, nekochan. Come on, I have something for you. It's not much, but ... it's a start?”
Manabu wondered at Hitsugi's phrasing, eyes widening when he saw what was inside the box the older guitarist was holding out to him. That ... that couldn't possibly be what he thought it was.
“Manabu's been so good all month now,” Hitsugi murmured and he shivered at the feel of cool leather wrapping around his throat. “You've kept your promises, now it's time I kept one of my own.”
He didn't know where to start, words tangling in his throat, keeping him silent. But from the smile on Hitsugi's lips, it didn't seem like he really needed to say anything at all.