[fic] A Promise Worth Keeping [3/?]
title: A Promise Worth Keeping
chapter: 3/?
genre: drama
rating: R
band/pairing: Nightmare x SCREW; Ni~ya x Manabu, Byou x Kazuki, Jin x Yuuto, SCREW OT4/5
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
comments: Okay, for the sake of my own ease, pairings, rating, and warning elements are now for the fic as a whole and will be updated as parts make necessary. And yes, that means there may yet be changes in those areas. ;) Also, LJ is being a flake about sending me comment notices, so I'll be lagging quite a bit on that until it gets sorted again.
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Manabu hummed and snuggled closer to the warmth beside him, wondering absently if it was Jin or Yuuto. Had to be one or the other, even if he couldn't actually remember going to their apartment at the moment. Simple logic said the presence of another body meant he had to have gone to them.
“Time to wake up, Manabu.”
Of course, logic wasn't perfect. That had been Ni~ya's voice. Pushing himself upright, Manabu forced himself into wakefulness. Ni~ya lay stretched out beside him, form elongated as he took advantage of Manabu no longer using him as a human pillow to work out some stiff joints.
“Yuuto-kun's been calling you,” Ni~ya said, a frown appearing briefly. “You didn't tell me you had rehearsal this morning. He also sounded worried that I was answering your phone for you.”
“I ... I hadn't really meant to come here at all,” he mumbled, averting his gaze. “Please forgive me for behaving so thoughtlessly, Nisama.”
“Up. We have a lunch appointment and that means getting you dressed, to the market, and back again cooking. You do still remember how to do that, yes?” his former master murmured, a smile curling his lips.
“Of course, Nisama. What does Nisama want me to make?”
“Jin-kun and Yuuto-kun will be joining us to discuss ... things. I trust you to be able to make an appropriate lunch for us, ne, pet?” Ni~ya replied, fingers lingering in Manabu's hair. Hearing that one word on Ni~ya's lips made his heart flutter and skip a beat.
“Does ... does this mean Nisama wants me back?” he whispered, daring to allow himself a trickle of hope.
“It has never been so simple as not wanting you, Manabu,” the bassist said and Manabu felt himself being drawn down into a soft kiss. It was the first time since taking off his collar that Ni~ya had touched him like this, like he was still desirable, and that trickle of hope threatened to swell.
And then Ni~ya was withdrawing, fingers slipping out of his hair. Had he done something wrong? Had he pushed too hard? What had been a bright light was now fading into uncertainty, fear that he was about to be rejected again.
“We'll talk about this more later, Macchan,” Ni~ya said, softly petting his hair before sitting up himself. “Go on, get ready. You're going to run out of time soon if you don't.”
Not at all what Manabu had wanted to hear, but of course he had no choice. His Nisama was not to be denied anything, even if the man was not his proper master anymore. If he could just be good enough, maybe Ni~ya would take him back? But what would that do to his place in the band? Jin obviously intended to make him a part of their sex games, even if Manabu wasn't entirely sure that was something he wanted. Ni~ya had shown him that his body could have value, taught him not to spend the currency of his body so recklessly. With this new life, he wanted to do that, to be the sort of person Ni~ya had seen in him, and yet.... He needed a place to belong and Jin was offering that, promising him the contact and care he craved as much as air, as much as music. Manabu had promised himself he would not trade his body so cheaply, but surely having a place to belong was worth this much.
At the same time, he could not ignore his own panic when Byou and Kazuki had tried to collect on that as yet unformalized deal. He tried to tell himself it was just the unexpectedness of it all, but the words sounded weak even in his own head. Being the band whore ... could he really do that? Could he really go back to that, even after promising himself that he wouldn't treat his body so cheaply? Around and around his thoughts circled, caught in the same useless circle as he went through the motions of getting himself ready for the day.
chapter: 3/?
genre: drama
rating: R
band/pairing: Nightmare x SCREW; Ni~ya x Manabu, Byou x Kazuki, Jin x Yuuto, SCREW OT4/5
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
comments: Okay, for the sake of my own ease, pairings, rating, and warning elements are now for the fic as a whole and will be updated as parts make necessary. And yes, that means there may yet be changes in those areas. ;) Also, LJ is being a flake about sending me comment notices, so I'll be lagging quite a bit on that until it gets sorted again.
~*~*~
Manabu hummed and snuggled closer to the warmth beside him, wondering absently if it was Jin or Yuuto. Had to be one or the other, even if he couldn't actually remember going to their apartment at the moment. Simple logic said the presence of another body meant he had to have gone to them.
“Time to wake up, Manabu.”
Of course, logic wasn't perfect. That had been Ni~ya's voice. Pushing himself upright, Manabu forced himself into wakefulness. Ni~ya lay stretched out beside him, form elongated as he took advantage of Manabu no longer using him as a human pillow to work out some stiff joints.
“Yuuto-kun's been calling you,” Ni~ya said, a frown appearing briefly. “You didn't tell me you had rehearsal this morning. He also sounded worried that I was answering your phone for you.”
“I ... I hadn't really meant to come here at all,” he mumbled, averting his gaze. “Please forgive me for behaving so thoughtlessly, Nisama.”
“Up. We have a lunch appointment and that means getting you dressed, to the market, and back again cooking. You do still remember how to do that, yes?” his former master murmured, a smile curling his lips.
“Of course, Nisama. What does Nisama want me to make?”
“Jin-kun and Yuuto-kun will be joining us to discuss ... things. I trust you to be able to make an appropriate lunch for us, ne, pet?” Ni~ya replied, fingers lingering in Manabu's hair. Hearing that one word on Ni~ya's lips made his heart flutter and skip a beat.
“Does ... does this mean Nisama wants me back?” he whispered, daring to allow himself a trickle of hope.
“It has never been so simple as not wanting you, Manabu,” the bassist said and Manabu felt himself being drawn down into a soft kiss. It was the first time since taking off his collar that Ni~ya had touched him like this, like he was still desirable, and that trickle of hope threatened to swell.
And then Ni~ya was withdrawing, fingers slipping out of his hair. Had he done something wrong? Had he pushed too hard? What had been a bright light was now fading into uncertainty, fear that he was about to be rejected again.
“We'll talk about this more later, Macchan,” Ni~ya said, softly petting his hair before sitting up himself. “Go on, get ready. You're going to run out of time soon if you don't.”
Not at all what Manabu had wanted to hear, but of course he had no choice. His Nisama was not to be denied anything, even if the man was not his proper master anymore. If he could just be good enough, maybe Ni~ya would take him back? But what would that do to his place in the band? Jin obviously intended to make him a part of their sex games, even if Manabu wasn't entirely sure that was something he wanted. Ni~ya had shown him that his body could have value, taught him not to spend the currency of his body so recklessly. With this new life, he wanted to do that, to be the sort of person Ni~ya had seen in him, and yet.... He needed a place to belong and Jin was offering that, promising him the contact and care he craved as much as air, as much as music. Manabu had promised himself he would not trade his body so cheaply, but surely having a place to belong was worth this much.
At the same time, he could not ignore his own panic when Byou and Kazuki had tried to collect on that as yet unformalized deal. He tried to tell himself it was just the unexpectedness of it all, but the words sounded weak even in his own head. Being the band whore ... could he really do that? Could he really go back to that, even after promising himself that he wouldn't treat his body so cheaply? Around and around his thoughts circled, caught in the same useless circle as he went through the motions of getting himself ready for the day.