[fic] A Promise Worth Keeping [7/?]
title: A Promise Worth Keeping
chapter: 7/?
genre: drama
rating: R
band/pairing: Nightmare x SCREW; Ni~ya x Manabu, Byou x Kazuki, Jin x Yuuto, SCREW OT4
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
comments: I don't even know what's going on anymore. My Manabu muse has run away with me and won't tell me what comes next anymore.
~*~*~
At least with a private room, Manabu didn't have worry so much about appearances. Especially not surrounded by Ni~ya's bandmates who were so familiar, so relaxed with each other. Touching, leaning against, stealing food ... they all did it and if Sakito stole more often from Ruka than Hitsugi, Manabu figured it was simply because Sakito was sitting next to Ruka while Hitsugi was across the table from them, harder to reach.
“So Manabu-kun is it?” Yomi's voice, Yomi's hand cupping his cheek. “So where has Ni~ya been hiding you all this time, hmm? Really, Ni, you're so greedy sometimes, you know that? Keeping such a pretty face all to yourself.”
Manabu shivered, scooting closer to Ni~ya. He knew that look on Yomi's face, wasn't at all sure he cared for it. He didn't remember Ni~ya saying anything about his band playing with each other the way SCREW did, but the look in Yomi's eyes....
“Yomi, he isn't a toy,” Ni~ya scolded. “And I certainly didn't bring him here for you.”
“Stop pawing the poor kid and eat your own damn food, Chiba,” Ruka rumbled. Manabu felt himself blushing even harder at the drummer's defense of him. Maybe his promise to himself really was meaningless. So many wanted him for his body, he was beginning to have doubts about his decision. He couldn't belong to Ni~ya so why not this, why not take what attentions he could get? Better than being alone, right? Yomi might not be his first choice, but he'd probably be a fun time. Especially if Yuuto decided not to let him change his mind about the band arrangement. Or Hitsugi, he would probably be a sweet and slow fuck, many long hours of indulgence. Just thinking about it was making him squirm with growing want. Any one of these men would feel so good, he was sure of it. Or all of them? It'd been so long since he'd served more than one....
“You're practically panting, kitling,” Ni~ya murmured and Manabu had to bite back a moan at the feel of warm breath against the hairs at the back of his neck. “Something wrong?”
“Sorry, Nisama,” he mumbled, shifting closer to the bassist. “I've let my imagination get the best of me. I'll be good ... so very good for you, Nisama,” he purred, sliding one hand down to stroke Ni~ya's thigh.
“Manabu....”
“Please, Nisama ... can't we just go home?” Manabu murmured. He didn't know why he was even trying. Another held his Ni~ya's heart, there had not been any sort of sexual play between them in quite some time. But maybe if he could make Ni~ya see how much he needed this....
Fingers closed in his hair, pulling his head back, but they weren't Ni~ya's fingers. He had to resist the urge to close his eyes, wanting to see who was manhandling him now.
“Ni~ya, is there something you should be telling us about your not-toy here?” Hitsugi murmured, lip rings catching the light. What would those feel like against his skin, Manabu wondered, licking his lips. Hitsugi had even more piercings than Kazuki, a mix of hoops and spikes that would surely make him even hotter with each pass against his skin.
“Okay, no fair. I get yelled at for calling him pretty but no one's stopping Tsugi from practically tear his clothes off right here? What, are you hoping he'll actually do it and give you a free show with your dinner you pervs?”
Right, they were still at the restaurant. No sex in public places, at least not in such a classy restaurant like this. Shame, he could have fun with these men, he was sure of that.
“We're pretty much done here, right? Might as well call it a night, move on to ... other things,” the pierced guitarist purred, smirking and stroking Manabu's hair. He shivered again, biting his lip against another moan. He was so eager for more contact, would be willing to do anything for Hitsugi if it meant getting sex.
“Macchan?” Ni~ya murmured, a low questioning tone. “Are you sure about this?”
“Hitsugi-sempai can do what you can't,” Manabu murmured. “Please?”
A silent frown, dark eyes meeting over his head. He caught himself holding his breath, waiting for Ni~ya to decide for him whether he would be allowed any relief tonight.
“All right. I'll see you for lunch tomorrow.”
chapter: 7/?
genre: drama
rating: R
band/pairing: Nightmare x SCREW; Ni~ya x Manabu, Byou x Kazuki, Jin x Yuuto, SCREW OT4
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
comments: I don't even know what's going on anymore. My Manabu muse has run away with me and won't tell me what comes next anymore.
~*~*~
At least with a private room, Manabu didn't have worry so much about appearances. Especially not surrounded by Ni~ya's bandmates who were so familiar, so relaxed with each other. Touching, leaning against, stealing food ... they all did it and if Sakito stole more often from Ruka than Hitsugi, Manabu figured it was simply because Sakito was sitting next to Ruka while Hitsugi was across the table from them, harder to reach.
“So Manabu-kun is it?” Yomi's voice, Yomi's hand cupping his cheek. “So where has Ni~ya been hiding you all this time, hmm? Really, Ni, you're so greedy sometimes, you know that? Keeping such a pretty face all to yourself.”
Manabu shivered, scooting closer to Ni~ya. He knew that look on Yomi's face, wasn't at all sure he cared for it. He didn't remember Ni~ya saying anything about his band playing with each other the way SCREW did, but the look in Yomi's eyes....
“Yomi, he isn't a toy,” Ni~ya scolded. “And I certainly didn't bring him here for you.”
“Stop pawing the poor kid and eat your own damn food, Chiba,” Ruka rumbled. Manabu felt himself blushing even harder at the drummer's defense of him. Maybe his promise to himself really was meaningless. So many wanted him for his body, he was beginning to have doubts about his decision. He couldn't belong to Ni~ya so why not this, why not take what attentions he could get? Better than being alone, right? Yomi might not be his first choice, but he'd probably be a fun time. Especially if Yuuto decided not to let him change his mind about the band arrangement. Or Hitsugi, he would probably be a sweet and slow fuck, many long hours of indulgence. Just thinking about it was making him squirm with growing want. Any one of these men would feel so good, he was sure of it. Or all of them? It'd been so long since he'd served more than one....
“You're practically panting, kitling,” Ni~ya murmured and Manabu had to bite back a moan at the feel of warm breath against the hairs at the back of his neck. “Something wrong?”
“Sorry, Nisama,” he mumbled, shifting closer to the bassist. “I've let my imagination get the best of me. I'll be good ... so very good for you, Nisama,” he purred, sliding one hand down to stroke Ni~ya's thigh.
“Manabu....”
“Please, Nisama ... can't we just go home?” Manabu murmured. He didn't know why he was even trying. Another held his Ni~ya's heart, there had not been any sort of sexual play between them in quite some time. But maybe if he could make Ni~ya see how much he needed this....
Fingers closed in his hair, pulling his head back, but they weren't Ni~ya's fingers. He had to resist the urge to close his eyes, wanting to see who was manhandling him now.
“Ni~ya, is there something you should be telling us about your not-toy here?” Hitsugi murmured, lip rings catching the light. What would those feel like against his skin, Manabu wondered, licking his lips. Hitsugi had even more piercings than Kazuki, a mix of hoops and spikes that would surely make him even hotter with each pass against his skin.
“Okay, no fair. I get yelled at for calling him pretty but no one's stopping Tsugi from practically tear his clothes off right here? What, are you hoping he'll actually do it and give you a free show with your dinner you pervs?”
Right, they were still at the restaurant. No sex in public places, at least not in such a classy restaurant like this. Shame, he could have fun with these men, he was sure of that.
“We're pretty much done here, right? Might as well call it a night, move on to ... other things,” the pierced guitarist purred, smirking and stroking Manabu's hair. He shivered again, biting his lip against another moan. He was so eager for more contact, would be willing to do anything for Hitsugi if it meant getting sex.
“Macchan?” Ni~ya murmured, a low questioning tone. “Are you sure about this?”
“Hitsugi-sempai can do what you can't,” Manabu murmured. “Please?”
A silent frown, dark eyes meeting over his head. He caught himself holding his breath, waiting for Ni~ya to decide for him whether he would be allowed any relief tonight.
“All right. I'll see you for lunch tomorrow.”