My word is my bond 4/?
Title: My word is my bond
Pairing: Aiba Masaki/ Matsumoto Jun; Ninomiya Kazunari/ Sakurai Sho
Rating: up to NC-17, but PG-13 most of the time
Warning: It’s dystopia mixed with steampunk and futuristic elements combined with elements from the 18th century, I guess... So it’s a little bit darker at some points, but nothing too dark, I promise.
Summary: The world in 2300 has changed. The society is divided in humans and slaves. Slaves are born and sold to fulfil their masters’ needs and desires. There are only a few masters who see their slaves as humans - like the Sakurai brothers. But it’s hard to hide this, when the rest of the world wants to see the slaves as ‘things to use’ and not as humans.
Note: I tried my best with the steampunk genre, but I think it became a mixture between some genres, nevertheless I hope you’ll like my new multi chapter <3 Sakumiya and JunBa will both have a lot of spotlight, and Ohno will be part of the story too ^__^
Nino looked at Sho, who walked up to the others to help with the preparations for the tea. He could still feel the ice cubes on his cheek. It burnt. His cheek still felt numb after the slap and the ice, but the rest of his body felt awake like it hadn't felt for a long time.
Everything around him was spinning. This day was pretty much too much for him, and he just wanted to sleep. He looked at the other slave next to him. This Ryo looked healthy, even though he seemed a little too thin, but he didn't look unhealthy.
“Don't worry, they’ll help your friend.” Ryo smiled at him.
Nino blinked. Ryo dared to talk with him. Didn't he know that this was strictly forbidden? Nino looked at the others, but they seemed to be in a private discussion about herbs and their usage.
“I hope so, because Jun's my friend,” Nino dared to say. He could see Sho walking up to him, and he already feared a punishment for talking, but Sho smiled at him.
“Come, I'll show you Masaki's winter garden and all his rare flowers and herbs.”
Nino nodded and stood up. When he entered the garden, Nino felt like being in a different world. It was one of the most beautiful places he had ever seen. The world outside seemed grey and dark, but this was paradise. “Wow, that's amazing.”
Nino looked around. It was rather hot in this garden, but Nino guessed that the flowers needed the hot and kind of wet air to bloom here. Around him were flowers in all kind of colours and shapes. Nino hadn’t seen the most of them ever before. He felt like he had entered a different world.
Sho chuckled. “Yeah, it is. I don't know how he makes this, but Masaki's amazing when it's about nature and everything concerning gardening.”
Nino walked further, but immediately stopped when he saw a big dog lying there like a white tiger - at least it had a tiger's size. He walked backwards and bumped into Sho. “Oh, don't be afraid.” Nino winced when he felt Sho's hands on his shoulders. “That's Masaki's dog. I have the same one, same size.” Sho stepped to the animal and stroked the fur. The dog grunted. “Masaki has the strong wish to help people or animals who need him, that's why the dogs are here, and the, five turtles in the pond over there. They are probably the last five turtles in the world. And we don't talk about the last parrots he has in the big outdoor cage right behind the winter garden. Or the racoons, which steal our shoes from outside, or the squirrels we always feed with nuts.” Sho laughed.
“That are a lot of animals,” Nino said. He didn’t want to get closer to this big dog, because he didn’t like dogs. When he had been a child he once got bitten by a dog. Since then he had been afraid of dogs.
“Yes, there are a lot of animals around here. We have a few more animals in the gardens outside, but I will show you some day,” Sho explained. He stepped to a small square on the ground and took some sugarloaf from there. “Here, that should be enough for the tea.”
He handed Nino the leaves. Nino had never seen such a plant before. He twisted the green leaves between his fingers. “That is an interesting plant,” Nino said.
“It is. My grandfather told us that back in old days they ate this plant like a salad,” Sho explained.
“Salad?” Nino asked. He had never heard that word before.
“Yes, they ate it rare with oil.” Sho stood up and knocked off the flower soil from his clothes.
Nino squinched up his face. He couldn’t imagine eating this plant rare with oil. That sounded disgusting.
They walked back into the kitchen and Nino could already smell some herbs. He looked at the pot in the middle of the cooking island. “Here,” he said and handed Masaki the sugarloaf.
He sat back on the couch to Ryo. “Have you seen the turtles in the pond?” Ryo asked him with a big smile. How could he be so happy? Slaves weren’t that happy at all. There was nothing good in their life. They just existed. They were here to be used and not to be full of emotions.
Nino shook his head. “I haven’t, but Sho-san told me about them. Maybe I can see them some day.”
Ryo smiled at him. This wasn’t a faked smile, it was pure happiness in his eyes. “I am sure they’ll show them to you.”
Nino breathed out deeply. He looked at Jun, who was still unconscious. He looked so pale and thin, and Nino feared again that he wouldn’t survive the next days. He saw Masaki running up and down in the kitchen. He opened the fridge once more and Nino blinked. It was full with food and drinks. Nino had never seen so much food at once. He stroked with his hand over his stomach. It was grumbling.
Nino blushed when he saw Sho turning to him. “Sorry,” he murmured a slight flush on his cheeks.
“No problem,” Sho said with a smile. He took a piece of bread and handed it to Nino. Nino wanted to take a bite, but Sho stopped him. “Wait, you need to put something onto the bread. Just bread is not enough.”
Not enough? Nino had eaten only bread and some oatmeal gruel during the last years. And sometimes there had been two or three days without food. He looked at Sho, who handed him some thin pieces of cheese and a hard cured sausage. This was too good to be true. He smelled at the food before he dared to take a bite. “Is everything okay?” Ryo asked.
Nino hadn’t realized that he had started crying. “Yes,” he said. He couldn’t remember when he had eaten something like this for the last time. One time long ago he had stolen a piece of sausage, but this had been long ago.
“You really need a bed, right?” He hadn’t recognized that Sho had sat next to him. Nino was too lost in his thoughts.
He looked at Sho, nodding slowly. “Can you do this on your own?” Sho asked his brother, who nodded.
“Sure, we are almost done. Get some rest, Nino,” Masaki said.
“Thank you, master,” Nino whispered, he even forgot that he wasn’t forced to call his new owner like this.
~~~
Masaki stirred in the pot till the leaves of the sugarloaf were almost ripped in tiny pieces.
“It's enough now,” Satoshi said. He took the sieve and let the water drop into a big cup. It looked green and grey, and Masaki didn't want to think about tasting it. The smell was far away from good, but as long as it would help Jun, everything was perfect. “Try to get him drinking it in between half an hour. I warn you, the night won't become funny, but after he got rid of all the poisonous stuff in his stomach he'll feel better. Give him some bread or hot cinnamon tea when he's thirsty or hungry. Nothing else, okay, Masaki? Otherwise it might become worse.”
“Okay, got it,” Masaki said. He bowed. “Thanks Satoshi for your help. I'll call you tomorrow? Maybe next time we'll have the chance to eat together?”
Satoshi smiled at him. “That would be nice. I want to get to know your slaves after all.” He turned to Ryo. “Come, we'll go now.”
“Yes, Satoshi. Bye Masaki, till next time.” Ryo waved. Masaki could remember when Satoshi bought Ryo from an owner not far away from here. Ryo had been afraid and he was so shy and hardly able to stand a look from someone, but Satoshi had changed him, and this was Masaki's goal, he wanted his slaves to find something worth to live. Whatever it would need to make them feel good, Masaki would do it.
Masaki took the cup and walked to his sleeping room. Jun shifted in the bed, his forehead sweaty and his cheeks pale. He sat at the border of the bed and placed the cup on the nightstand. “Jun?” He said, but the slave didn't look at him.
Masaki sighed. He pulled on Jun's shoulders and sat him up. He patted Jun's cheeks till the slave opened his eyes. Masaki smiled at him. “Please drink this.” He took the cup and helped Jun taking a sip. Jun coughed but took a second nip of the liquid. They repeated this till Jun had emptied the whole cup. “Good, you'll feel very bad soon, but it'll be over afterwards, I promise.”
Masaki tilted his head. “Even though I think you can't feel worse than you feel now, but okay.” He stood up and left the sleeping room. The slave should take some rest while Masaki would take care of his animals. He stepped to his winter garden and looked up at the sky. It was already getting dark outside and Masaki could hear his father ordered the butler to close the gate. Nights were dangerous out there, but Masaki had never been afraid in his home. He took the bowl with the dog's food and placed it on the ground. “Here you have,” he said and stroked the dog's fur, who already brushed his side, his tail wiggling happily.
Masaki walked over to the pond and let some food drop down there. He could see a small head appearing, taking some of the food slowly.
Masaki winced when he heard something in his room falling down. He headed back to the sleeping room, seeing Jun on the floor, coiled up on the ground, breathing heavily. Masaki knelt next to him, his fingers pressing on Jun's neck. “Your pulse is high. Come, you'll need to throw up soon.” He took Jun and brought him to the bathroom.
Jun sat on the ground, his head rested against the wall. He had his eyes half open, his hand stroked his belly. “I will work hard to pay my debts, Master.” It was the first thing he said, and Masaki could feel shivers running down his spine. Jun's voice was beautiful.
“Nah, don't be stupid.” Masaki waved his hand. Jun looked up at him, his eyes showing an utter surprise. Masaki wanted to say something further, but Jun moaned out loud before he leaned forward to the toilet and threw up. Luckily Masaki had seen enough during his career as doctor, so he didn't care helping the young slave with his pain.
After a while he could see Jun's head resting on the toilet seat, his eyes already closed again. “Do you feel better?” Masaki wanted to know.
“A little bit, but master, I have a plea,” Jun pressed out.
“What do you need?” Masaki asked.
“Please don't use me tonight, I think I won't bear it.” Jun breathed out. He was pale and he was shivering because he got weaker after throwing up.
Masaki fisted his hands. He felt a slight anger rising in him, not because of Jun's words, but because he already feared that Jun would say something like this. What the hell had happened with him in past? Masaki wasn't sure if he wanted to know it.
“Don't be afraid, I won't use you, like you call it.” Masaki brushed Jun's hair. “Are you able to stand up?”
Jun nodded and tried standing up. He wobbled left and right till he lost balance and fell forward, but Masaki reacted fast enough to catch him. “Okay, you get back to bed, now.”
He placed Jun under the blanket and walked out of the room. He could hear Jun moaning behind him. “You don't stay master?”
Masaki smiled at him. “You need some rest, I sleep on the couch.”
Jun looked at him, biting his lips nervously. “I disgust you because of my illness, right master?” He tried to sit up. “I am sorry, I am the worst slave. I understand if you give me back to the shop, but please keep Nino-kun.” Jun bowed on the bed.
Masaki stared at him. He didn't even know what to say. His stomach was twitching painfully and he wanted to shake and yell and Jun, because he shouldn't talk like this about himself. Masaki's anger rose. He stepped closer to the bed. His hands were still in fists and he breathed in deeply. Masaki could see Jun shifting nervously, like he was afraid that he'd get punished for what he had said.
Masaki sat next to him. “Nothing will happen, okay?” He smiled. “Sleep now, and we'll talk about everything when you feel better.”
Masaki raised his hands when he saw that Jun was about to say something. “I won't bring you back to this shop, I promise. You and Nino will stay here.”
Jun looked at his hands. “Thank you, master.”
Masaki brushed Jun's hair. “Oh please, don't say master when we are alone or with my brother and Nino. I don't like that. I am Masaki.”
Jun looked at him like he had seen a ghost. He blushed a little. “I promise to be ready for you to use me by tomorrow.” He bowed again.
No, Masaki didn't want to think about what Jun meant with 'use'. This was far away from what he wanted to imagine. “Master, sorry, Masaki, I don't want to sleep in master's bed, please let me sleep on the couch or on the floor. I don't want to use your property.”
Masaki shook his head. “If you don't stop speaking like this, I really get angry.”
Jun bowed again. “I don't want you to be angry with me, sorry, Masaki.” He looked up. “You can punish me for whatever I did.”
It was helpless, Masaki wouldn't change Jun's submissive character in a few days. He could see Jun's face getting pale again. He must have felt bad, even though he seemed much better than a few hours ago. “Okay, how about I sleep next to you?” Masaki suggested. “So you don't need to sleep somewhere else, and you don't feel bad, because you think you don't deserve to stay in my bed, while I am on the couch?”
Jun needed some time till he nodded at Masaki. He slipped back under the blanket and closed his eyes. “I am weak, but if you don't need me much to do, you can ...” Jun started but Masaki immediately shrieked.
“Oh god, no.” He waved his hands. “You sleep now, and if I hear the words 'you can use me' again from you, I get really angry.”
“Sorry, master,” Jun said before Masaki could hear him breathing steadily. He was obviously asleep again. He sighed. How should he help Jun out of this 'I am just a thing to be used' thoughts. Masaki walked to his kitchen. He definitely needed a drink, but there was nothing in his fridge.
“Hey.” Masaki turned when his brother entered his kitchen with two glasses of wine. “You need one?”
“Oh god yes,” Masaki moaned.
A/N: So here we have the first real appearance from Jun :) What do you think? He really is stuck in his slave-mode and he really doesn't know that he is at a good place now. <3
Pairing: Aiba Masaki/ Matsumoto Jun; Ninomiya Kazunari/ Sakurai Sho
Rating: up to NC-17, but PG-13 most of the time
Warning: It’s dystopia mixed with steampunk and futuristic elements combined with elements from the 18th century, I guess... So it’s a little bit darker at some points, but nothing too dark, I promise.
Summary: The world in 2300 has changed. The society is divided in humans and slaves. Slaves are born and sold to fulfil their masters’ needs and desires. There are only a few masters who see their slaves as humans - like the Sakurai brothers. But it’s hard to hide this, when the rest of the world wants to see the slaves as ‘things to use’ and not as humans.
Note: I tried my best with the steampunk genre, but I think it became a mixture between some genres, nevertheless I hope you’ll like my new multi chapter <3 Sakumiya and JunBa will both have a lot of spotlight, and Ohno will be part of the story too ^__^
Nino looked at Sho, who walked up to the others to help with the preparations for the tea. He could still feel the ice cubes on his cheek. It burnt. His cheek still felt numb after the slap and the ice, but the rest of his body felt awake like it hadn't felt for a long time.
Everything around him was spinning. This day was pretty much too much for him, and he just wanted to sleep. He looked at the other slave next to him. This Ryo looked healthy, even though he seemed a little too thin, but he didn't look unhealthy.
“Don't worry, they’ll help your friend.” Ryo smiled at him.
Nino blinked. Ryo dared to talk with him. Didn't he know that this was strictly forbidden? Nino looked at the others, but they seemed to be in a private discussion about herbs and their usage.
“I hope so, because Jun's my friend,” Nino dared to say. He could see Sho walking up to him, and he already feared a punishment for talking, but Sho smiled at him.
“Come, I'll show you Masaki's winter garden and all his rare flowers and herbs.”
Nino nodded and stood up. When he entered the garden, Nino felt like being in a different world. It was one of the most beautiful places he had ever seen. The world outside seemed grey and dark, but this was paradise. “Wow, that's amazing.”
Nino looked around. It was rather hot in this garden, but Nino guessed that the flowers needed the hot and kind of wet air to bloom here. Around him were flowers in all kind of colours and shapes. Nino hadn’t seen the most of them ever before. He felt like he had entered a different world.
Sho chuckled. “Yeah, it is. I don't know how he makes this, but Masaki's amazing when it's about nature and everything concerning gardening.”
Nino walked further, but immediately stopped when he saw a big dog lying there like a white tiger - at least it had a tiger's size. He walked backwards and bumped into Sho. “Oh, don't be afraid.” Nino winced when he felt Sho's hands on his shoulders. “That's Masaki's dog. I have the same one, same size.” Sho stepped to the animal and stroked the fur. The dog grunted. “Masaki has the strong wish to help people or animals who need him, that's why the dogs are here, and the, five turtles in the pond over there. They are probably the last five turtles in the world. And we don't talk about the last parrots he has in the big outdoor cage right behind the winter garden. Or the racoons, which steal our shoes from outside, or the squirrels we always feed with nuts.” Sho laughed.
“That are a lot of animals,” Nino said. He didn’t want to get closer to this big dog, because he didn’t like dogs. When he had been a child he once got bitten by a dog. Since then he had been afraid of dogs.
“Yes, there are a lot of animals around here. We have a few more animals in the gardens outside, but I will show you some day,” Sho explained. He stepped to a small square on the ground and took some sugarloaf from there. “Here, that should be enough for the tea.”
He handed Nino the leaves. Nino had never seen such a plant before. He twisted the green leaves between his fingers. “That is an interesting plant,” Nino said.
“It is. My grandfather told us that back in old days they ate this plant like a salad,” Sho explained.
“Salad?” Nino asked. He had never heard that word before.
“Yes, they ate it rare with oil.” Sho stood up and knocked off the flower soil from his clothes.
Nino squinched up his face. He couldn’t imagine eating this plant rare with oil. That sounded disgusting.
They walked back into the kitchen and Nino could already smell some herbs. He looked at the pot in the middle of the cooking island. “Here,” he said and handed Masaki the sugarloaf.
He sat back on the couch to Ryo. “Have you seen the turtles in the pond?” Ryo asked him with a big smile. How could he be so happy? Slaves weren’t that happy at all. There was nothing good in their life. They just existed. They were here to be used and not to be full of emotions.
Nino shook his head. “I haven’t, but Sho-san told me about them. Maybe I can see them some day.”
Ryo smiled at him. This wasn’t a faked smile, it was pure happiness in his eyes. “I am sure they’ll show them to you.”
Nino breathed out deeply. He looked at Jun, who was still unconscious. He looked so pale and thin, and Nino feared again that he wouldn’t survive the next days. He saw Masaki running up and down in the kitchen. He opened the fridge once more and Nino blinked. It was full with food and drinks. Nino had never seen so much food at once. He stroked with his hand over his stomach. It was grumbling.
Nino blushed when he saw Sho turning to him. “Sorry,” he murmured a slight flush on his cheeks.
“No problem,” Sho said with a smile. He took a piece of bread and handed it to Nino. Nino wanted to take a bite, but Sho stopped him. “Wait, you need to put something onto the bread. Just bread is not enough.”
Not enough? Nino had eaten only bread and some oatmeal gruel during the last years. And sometimes there had been two or three days without food. He looked at Sho, who handed him some thin pieces of cheese and a hard cured sausage. This was too good to be true. He smelled at the food before he dared to take a bite. “Is everything okay?” Ryo asked.
Nino hadn’t realized that he had started crying. “Yes,” he said. He couldn’t remember when he had eaten something like this for the last time. One time long ago he had stolen a piece of sausage, but this had been long ago.
“You really need a bed, right?” He hadn’t recognized that Sho had sat next to him. Nino was too lost in his thoughts.
He looked at Sho, nodding slowly. “Can you do this on your own?” Sho asked his brother, who nodded.
“Sure, we are almost done. Get some rest, Nino,” Masaki said.
“Thank you, master,” Nino whispered, he even forgot that he wasn’t forced to call his new owner like this.
~~~
Masaki stirred in the pot till the leaves of the sugarloaf were almost ripped in tiny pieces.
“It's enough now,” Satoshi said. He took the sieve and let the water drop into a big cup. It looked green and grey, and Masaki didn't want to think about tasting it. The smell was far away from good, but as long as it would help Jun, everything was perfect. “Try to get him drinking it in between half an hour. I warn you, the night won't become funny, but after he got rid of all the poisonous stuff in his stomach he'll feel better. Give him some bread or hot cinnamon tea when he's thirsty or hungry. Nothing else, okay, Masaki? Otherwise it might become worse.”
“Okay, got it,” Masaki said. He bowed. “Thanks Satoshi for your help. I'll call you tomorrow? Maybe next time we'll have the chance to eat together?”
Satoshi smiled at him. “That would be nice. I want to get to know your slaves after all.” He turned to Ryo. “Come, we'll go now.”
“Yes, Satoshi. Bye Masaki, till next time.” Ryo waved. Masaki could remember when Satoshi bought Ryo from an owner not far away from here. Ryo had been afraid and he was so shy and hardly able to stand a look from someone, but Satoshi had changed him, and this was Masaki's goal, he wanted his slaves to find something worth to live. Whatever it would need to make them feel good, Masaki would do it.
Masaki took the cup and walked to his sleeping room. Jun shifted in the bed, his forehead sweaty and his cheeks pale. He sat at the border of the bed and placed the cup on the nightstand. “Jun?” He said, but the slave didn't look at him.
Masaki sighed. He pulled on Jun's shoulders and sat him up. He patted Jun's cheeks till the slave opened his eyes. Masaki smiled at him. “Please drink this.” He took the cup and helped Jun taking a sip. Jun coughed but took a second nip of the liquid. They repeated this till Jun had emptied the whole cup. “Good, you'll feel very bad soon, but it'll be over afterwards, I promise.”
Masaki tilted his head. “Even though I think you can't feel worse than you feel now, but okay.” He stood up and left the sleeping room. The slave should take some rest while Masaki would take care of his animals. He stepped to his winter garden and looked up at the sky. It was already getting dark outside and Masaki could hear his father ordered the butler to close the gate. Nights were dangerous out there, but Masaki had never been afraid in his home. He took the bowl with the dog's food and placed it on the ground. “Here you have,” he said and stroked the dog's fur, who already brushed his side, his tail wiggling happily.
Masaki walked over to the pond and let some food drop down there. He could see a small head appearing, taking some of the food slowly.
Masaki winced when he heard something in his room falling down. He headed back to the sleeping room, seeing Jun on the floor, coiled up on the ground, breathing heavily. Masaki knelt next to him, his fingers pressing on Jun's neck. “Your pulse is high. Come, you'll need to throw up soon.” He took Jun and brought him to the bathroom.
Jun sat on the ground, his head rested against the wall. He had his eyes half open, his hand stroked his belly. “I will work hard to pay my debts, Master.” It was the first thing he said, and Masaki could feel shivers running down his spine. Jun's voice was beautiful.
“Nah, don't be stupid.” Masaki waved his hand. Jun looked up at him, his eyes showing an utter surprise. Masaki wanted to say something further, but Jun moaned out loud before he leaned forward to the toilet and threw up. Luckily Masaki had seen enough during his career as doctor, so he didn't care helping the young slave with his pain.
After a while he could see Jun's head resting on the toilet seat, his eyes already closed again. “Do you feel better?” Masaki wanted to know.
“A little bit, but master, I have a plea,” Jun pressed out.
“What do you need?” Masaki asked.
“Please don't use me tonight, I think I won't bear it.” Jun breathed out. He was pale and he was shivering because he got weaker after throwing up.
Masaki fisted his hands. He felt a slight anger rising in him, not because of Jun's words, but because he already feared that Jun would say something like this. What the hell had happened with him in past? Masaki wasn't sure if he wanted to know it.
“Don't be afraid, I won't use you, like you call it.” Masaki brushed Jun's hair. “Are you able to stand up?”
Jun nodded and tried standing up. He wobbled left and right till he lost balance and fell forward, but Masaki reacted fast enough to catch him. “Okay, you get back to bed, now.”
He placed Jun under the blanket and walked out of the room. He could hear Jun moaning behind him. “You don't stay master?”
Masaki smiled at him. “You need some rest, I sleep on the couch.”
Jun looked at him, biting his lips nervously. “I disgust you because of my illness, right master?” He tried to sit up. “I am sorry, I am the worst slave. I understand if you give me back to the shop, but please keep Nino-kun.” Jun bowed on the bed.
Masaki stared at him. He didn't even know what to say. His stomach was twitching painfully and he wanted to shake and yell and Jun, because he shouldn't talk like this about himself. Masaki's anger rose. He stepped closer to the bed. His hands were still in fists and he breathed in deeply. Masaki could see Jun shifting nervously, like he was afraid that he'd get punished for what he had said.
Masaki sat next to him. “Nothing will happen, okay?” He smiled. “Sleep now, and we'll talk about everything when you feel better.”
Masaki raised his hands when he saw that Jun was about to say something. “I won't bring you back to this shop, I promise. You and Nino will stay here.”
Jun looked at his hands. “Thank you, master.”
Masaki brushed Jun's hair. “Oh please, don't say master when we are alone or with my brother and Nino. I don't like that. I am Masaki.”
Jun looked at him like he had seen a ghost. He blushed a little. “I promise to be ready for you to use me by tomorrow.” He bowed again.
No, Masaki didn't want to think about what Jun meant with 'use'. This was far away from what he wanted to imagine. “Master, sorry, Masaki, I don't want to sleep in master's bed, please let me sleep on the couch or on the floor. I don't want to use your property.”
Masaki shook his head. “If you don't stop speaking like this, I really get angry.”
Jun bowed again. “I don't want you to be angry with me, sorry, Masaki.” He looked up. “You can punish me for whatever I did.”
It was helpless, Masaki wouldn't change Jun's submissive character in a few days. He could see Jun's face getting pale again. He must have felt bad, even though he seemed much better than a few hours ago. “Okay, how about I sleep next to you?” Masaki suggested. “So you don't need to sleep somewhere else, and you don't feel bad, because you think you don't deserve to stay in my bed, while I am on the couch?”
Jun needed some time till he nodded at Masaki. He slipped back under the blanket and closed his eyes. “I am weak, but if you don't need me much to do, you can ...” Jun started but Masaki immediately shrieked.
“Oh god, no.” He waved his hands. “You sleep now, and if I hear the words 'you can use me' again from you, I get really angry.”
“Sorry, master,” Jun said before Masaki could hear him breathing steadily. He was obviously asleep again. He sighed. How should he help Jun out of this 'I am just a thing to be used' thoughts. Masaki walked to his kitchen. He definitely needed a drink, but there was nothing in his fridge.
“Hey.” Masaki turned when his brother entered his kitchen with two glasses of wine. “You need one?”
“Oh god yes,” Masaki moaned.
A/N: So here we have the first real appearance from Jun :) What do you think? He really is stuck in his slave-mode and he really doesn't know that he is at a good place now. <3