Aishiteiru, Goshujinsama - Ch. 1/?
Title: Aishiteiru, Goshujinsama - I Love You, Master
Summery: Getting dumped can sometimes feel like you just had your heart ripped out through your chest, and for Nino, it does just that. But what pulls him out of the dark grips of depression is strange, to say the least. A small, battered man is left at his doorstep, bearing the scars of years of abuse. What is perhaps the oddest of all, however, is the fact that Nino now holds the contract to this man’s life in his hands.
Rating: R
Pairing: Ohmiya (with hinted Sakuraiba later)
Genre: Angsty yet Fluffy
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Hello everyone!! It's been a while, but here's that new fic I promised. It's a Slave-Master Ohmiya fic, but it's...how should I say it...not as you would expect? It's a lot more innocent than it sounds. Mostly Ohno being adorable and Nino being...sweet and awkward and sexually frustrated. If you are looking for hard-core NC-17 SM smut, this is not the place for you. This fic explores heartbreak and trust and the scars of sexual abuse, so it can get a bit dark at times. HOWEVER i will warn before I post anything too bad (which will only be one chapter toward the end) and I'll make sure to work it so that if you're uncomfortable, you won't need to read it. All that said, please give it a chance!!
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1. Knock, Knock
Nino stared at the ceiling to his bedroom with one eye closed, drawing abstract patterns on it with his finger. The stucco painting there was like small stalactites, just big enough to make into constellations, but too numerous to count. And Nino had tried, these past few months.
He tried to remember the last time he’d eaten…the last time he’d gotten out of bed, for that matter. A day ago, for a quick trip to the bathroom…or had that been two days ago? He couldn’t really tell, and for that matter he didn’t care. The blinds were drawn tightly, shunning any and all light to enter. The room smelled musty from lack of cleaning and stale air. He hadn’t showered in…he couldn’t remember that either. Most of his time was spent here, in this man-made cave of his, dreaming.
He forced himself to dream, forced on himself the delusion that they were still together. That they were happy. That he was happy. Because he just couldn’t bring himself to move on yet.
Five years. Five years-worth of ‘love yous’ and ‘it’s my turn for the dishes’ and ‘turn that down, will ya, I’m trying to sleep!’
Five years-worth of kisses, of soft fingers brushing against hot skin, and of deep, meaningful conversations in the middle of the night when insomnia got the better of them.
Five years of sharing-cologne, shirts, belts, pillows, sheets, showers, shampoo.
Nino missed everything about that man, even the stuff that drove him nuts. Like his inability to tuck in his shirt, or the fact that he didn’t like to shave, or that he liked watching the news when Nino would rather watch silly variety shows.
But it was the gambling that tore them apart. It was his own damn fault, really. He just kept pushing and pushing…he should have known that making him choose would only drive him away. In the end, his Koichi chose money over him.
And it broke his heart. Here he had been trying to do right by him, and it had backfired instead. Koichi had left, without the slightest of goodbyes. Just the extra key to their apartment and a 5,000 yen note. Kind of a last ‘fuck you’ to all of his efforts. The man was addicted, but he just wouldn’t listen…
Nino would never help another soul again. Long as he lived, he would be selfish, and cynical, and rude, and he-didn’t-care-what-else. Just as long as somebody else paid for this injustice. Because he couldn’t make Koichi pay.
The phone rang. Somewhere deep in his mind, a sane voice suggested he answer it, but he swatted it away. He didn’t feel like human contact. Not quite yet. He was content to wallow a bit longer. Maybe next week he’d go back to work…
The phone went silent. There, see? Things were quiet again. Peaceful. Let enough time pass and everything leaves you. Even the phone. Even the will to live.
Except it rang again. Cursing at it, Nino flopped over on the bed and slammed his hand down on the bedside table, groping for it. At last he found it. He jammed the call button and grumbled angrily into the mouthpiece.
“What do you want?”
“Your soul.” Nino scoffed.
“Not funny Jun. Fuck off.”
“No. Besides, I’ve got news.”
“I don’t give a shit about the news. Koichi did. Fuck him. Fuck the news.”
“Oh you will,” the man on the other line replied mysteriously.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” It was Jun’s turn to scoff.
“Now you wanna know,” he said snidely, “When it has to do with your penis.”
“Tell me or I’m hanging up.”
“It’s a secret~.”
Click. Enough of this bullshit. Nino flopped back over on the bed, phone still in hand. Jun would call back. Just wait for it. Three, two-
Ring, ring. Yes, there it was. This time Nino picked up almost immediately. All this noise was giving him a headache. The sooner he dealt with Jun, the sooner he could go back to sleep. And he would never ever admit it to the man, but he was intrigued. Just an eensy, weensy bit.
“What!?” he snapped into the receiver.
“I got you a slave.”
“W-what!?” Jun gave a frustrated sigh.
“Look, it’s about time you pulled out of this silly little depression of yours already. I mean, really, it’s been three months. How long do you plan on keeping this up anyways?”
“You don’t understand. We were together for five ye-” Nino began to protest, but Jun cut him off.
“I understand perfectly.” There was a pause, in which Jun gave a long sigh. “In any case, I figured I’d help you along a bit, so I got you a slave.”
“I-I-huh?” The man was still making absolutely no sense.
“He should be arriving any minute,” Jun informed him, “Oh, and he was expensive, and non-refundable, so don’t you dare send him away.”
Click. Nino stared, shocked, at the dead line in his hand. Now just what the hell was that all about?
Was this some new ploy to get him out of the house? Nino didn’t see how it could be. None of this made any goddamn sense.
His friends were worried, he knew that. They had tried luring him out on numerous occasions. But this was just pathetic.
He pushed all this nonsense out of his mind. Of course Jun was joking. You couldn’t buy slaves these days…right?
Nino groaned. If his goal had been to wake him up, then Jun had officially succeeded. Maybe he would do some work this morning…just so that he wouldn’t get fired. His deadline wasn’t until next month, but…they were probably getting annoyed with him at this point. At least video games could never betray him. They had rules, unlike love. Unfortunately, one of those rules was that they didn’t play and debug themselves. He should really go back to work…
A knock at the door. He was going to kill Jun. That bastard. Woke him up and now he was trying to get him out of bed…
Nino rolled over. He would go away. Eventually. Nino had only to resist playing his game.
The person at the door knocked again, harder this time. Impatient.
Frustrated, Nino threw back the covers with a growl. “Coming!” He stomped to the front door, a deep scowl set on his grisly face. If Jun tried to drag him outside when he looked like this…Nino really was going to kill him.
“Go-awa…”
The demand died in his throat when he realized the person at the door was, in actuality, not Jun, but a scary looking man who towered over him like the freaking incredible hulk. Not even exaggerating, he looked like someone out of a mob movie, only three times as menacing and twice as big. He could eat Nino up for breakfast and shit him out by lunch.
“Ninomiya Kazunari?” the man grunted. Nino nodded, mouth agape, still entirely terrified of this giant.
The man reached behind him and grabbed something, then threw that something at Nino’s feet.
“Here, delivery.”
The thing he threw stumbled forward, reaching out in a futile attempt to maintain balance. It was a man. He landed audibly on the hard tile, but showed no signs of pain. Instead he scrambled into a deep bow; his head was low, touching the floor. His hands were outstretched in front of him. They were bound with coarse rope.
The bigger man kicked him in the side, again sending him sprawling. The sudden violence made Nino jump.
“Name!” the man demanded, a look of pure disgust on his wide face.
“O-Ohno Satoshi.”
The man kicked at him again, this time for no apparent reason. Because he had stuttered? Nino couldn’t be sure. He retreated as far back as he could without visibly moving and regretted answering the door.
“Useless piece of crap. Glad to be rid of you.”
The bigger man shoved a piece of paper in Nino’s hands, then sneered at the one on the floor.
“He’s not good for much, except maybe a fuck or two, but I’ve trained him well so he shouldn’t be a problem. Just give him a good beating every now and then and you should be fine. Oh and,” the man added, as an afterthought, “I wouldn’t leave any writing utensils around.”
Without so much as a bow, he exited, leaving Nino with the newest addition to his apartment still kneeling on the floor, forehead to linoleum.
Well now, this was awkward. Having something living-and breathing-and…and human shoved on him so suddenly…and then being told that he owned said human?-he had no idea where to start.
“Uh…” What the hell was he supposed to say? ‘Nice to meet you, slave boy?’ It was ridiculous!
“I’ll be right back…”
He rushed back to the bedroom, making a mad grab for the phone.
“Yo.”
“Jun! Just what the hell did you do!?” Jun’s laughter filled his ears.
“So then he’s arrived.”
“Yes. He is now…” What was he doing? Nino wondered. “Hold on.”
He put a hand over the speaker and tip-toed back to the living room. The man…the…slave boy that Jun had got him was still kneeling on the floor, in exactly the same position Nino had left him in.
As soon as he got a glimpse, Nino dashed back around the corner to the bedroom.
“Are you fucking nuts!? ” he yelled into the receiver. “You got me a-a-” He couldn’t say it. It was absurd!
“Have fun~!” Jun teased, his voice laced with innuendo of all shapes and sizes.
“And just how am I supposed to do that!? ”
Furious, Nino moved his finger to the end button. Just before he hung up, however, he caught Jun’s last words.
“My Birthday present had better be fucking aweso-”
Click.
Birthday…was it really? Nino checked his phone. Well damn, so it was.
Happy fucking birthday to him.
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Next Chapter
Summery: Getting dumped can sometimes feel like you just had your heart ripped out through your chest, and for Nino, it does just that. But what pulls him out of the dark grips of depression is strange, to say the least. A small, battered man is left at his doorstep, bearing the scars of years of abuse. What is perhaps the oddest of all, however, is the fact that Nino now holds the contract to this man’s life in his hands.
Rating: R
Pairing: Ohmiya (with hinted Sakuraiba later)
Genre: Angsty yet Fluffy
---
Hello everyone!! It's been a while, but here's that new fic I promised. It's a Slave-Master Ohmiya fic, but it's...how should I say it...not as you would expect? It's a lot more innocent than it sounds. Mostly Ohno being adorable and Nino being...sweet and awkward and sexually frustrated. If you are looking for hard-core NC-17 SM smut, this is not the place for you. This fic explores heartbreak and trust and the scars of sexual abuse, so it can get a bit dark at times. HOWEVER i will warn before I post anything too bad (which will only be one chapter toward the end) and I'll make sure to work it so that if you're uncomfortable, you won't need to read it. All that said, please give it a chance!!
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1. Knock, Knock
Nino stared at the ceiling to his bedroom with one eye closed, drawing abstract patterns on it with his finger. The stucco painting there was like small stalactites, just big enough to make into constellations, but too numerous to count. And Nino had tried, these past few months.
He tried to remember the last time he’d eaten…the last time he’d gotten out of bed, for that matter. A day ago, for a quick trip to the bathroom…or had that been two days ago? He couldn’t really tell, and for that matter he didn’t care. The blinds were drawn tightly, shunning any and all light to enter. The room smelled musty from lack of cleaning and stale air. He hadn’t showered in…he couldn’t remember that either. Most of his time was spent here, in this man-made cave of his, dreaming.
He forced himself to dream, forced on himself the delusion that they were still together. That they were happy. That he was happy. Because he just couldn’t bring himself to move on yet.
Five years. Five years-worth of ‘love yous’ and ‘it’s my turn for the dishes’ and ‘turn that down, will ya, I’m trying to sleep!’
Five years-worth of kisses, of soft fingers brushing against hot skin, and of deep, meaningful conversations in the middle of the night when insomnia got the better of them.
Five years of sharing-cologne, shirts, belts, pillows, sheets, showers, shampoo.
Nino missed everything about that man, even the stuff that drove him nuts. Like his inability to tuck in his shirt, or the fact that he didn’t like to shave, or that he liked watching the news when Nino would rather watch silly variety shows.
But it was the gambling that tore them apart. It was his own damn fault, really. He just kept pushing and pushing…he should have known that making him choose would only drive him away. In the end, his Koichi chose money over him.
And it broke his heart. Here he had been trying to do right by him, and it had backfired instead. Koichi had left, without the slightest of goodbyes. Just the extra key to their apartment and a 5,000 yen note. Kind of a last ‘fuck you’ to all of his efforts. The man was addicted, but he just wouldn’t listen…
Nino would never help another soul again. Long as he lived, he would be selfish, and cynical, and rude, and he-didn’t-care-what-else. Just as long as somebody else paid for this injustice. Because he couldn’t make Koichi pay.
The phone rang. Somewhere deep in his mind, a sane voice suggested he answer it, but he swatted it away. He didn’t feel like human contact. Not quite yet. He was content to wallow a bit longer. Maybe next week he’d go back to work…
The phone went silent. There, see? Things were quiet again. Peaceful. Let enough time pass and everything leaves you. Even the phone. Even the will to live.
Except it rang again. Cursing at it, Nino flopped over on the bed and slammed his hand down on the bedside table, groping for it. At last he found it. He jammed the call button and grumbled angrily into the mouthpiece.
“What do you want?”
“Your soul.” Nino scoffed.
“Not funny Jun. Fuck off.”
“No. Besides, I’ve got news.”
“I don’t give a shit about the news. Koichi did. Fuck him. Fuck the news.”
“Oh you will,” the man on the other line replied mysteriously.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” It was Jun’s turn to scoff.
“Now you wanna know,” he said snidely, “When it has to do with your penis.”
“Tell me or I’m hanging up.”
“It’s a secret~.”
Click. Enough of this bullshit. Nino flopped back over on the bed, phone still in hand. Jun would call back. Just wait for it. Three, two-
Ring, ring. Yes, there it was. This time Nino picked up almost immediately. All this noise was giving him a headache. The sooner he dealt with Jun, the sooner he could go back to sleep. And he would never ever admit it to the man, but he was intrigued. Just an eensy, weensy bit.
“What!?” he snapped into the receiver.
“I got you a slave.”
“W-what!?” Jun gave a frustrated sigh.
“Look, it’s about time you pulled out of this silly little depression of yours already. I mean, really, it’s been three months. How long do you plan on keeping this up anyways?”
“You don’t understand. We were together for five ye-” Nino began to protest, but Jun cut him off.
“I understand perfectly.” There was a pause, in which Jun gave a long sigh. “In any case, I figured I’d help you along a bit, so I got you a slave.”
“I-I-huh?” The man was still making absolutely no sense.
“He should be arriving any minute,” Jun informed him, “Oh, and he was expensive, and non-refundable, so don’t you dare send him away.”
Click. Nino stared, shocked, at the dead line in his hand. Now just what the hell was that all about?
Was this some new ploy to get him out of the house? Nino didn’t see how it could be. None of this made any goddamn sense.
His friends were worried, he knew that. They had tried luring him out on numerous occasions. But this was just pathetic.
He pushed all this nonsense out of his mind. Of course Jun was joking. You couldn’t buy slaves these days…right?
Nino groaned. If his goal had been to wake him up, then Jun had officially succeeded. Maybe he would do some work this morning…just so that he wouldn’t get fired. His deadline wasn’t until next month, but…they were probably getting annoyed with him at this point. At least video games could never betray him. They had rules, unlike love. Unfortunately, one of those rules was that they didn’t play and debug themselves. He should really go back to work…
A knock at the door. He was going to kill Jun. That bastard. Woke him up and now he was trying to get him out of bed…
Nino rolled over. He would go away. Eventually. Nino had only to resist playing his game.
The person at the door knocked again, harder this time. Impatient.
Frustrated, Nino threw back the covers with a growl. “Coming!” He stomped to the front door, a deep scowl set on his grisly face. If Jun tried to drag him outside when he looked like this…Nino really was going to kill him.
“Go-awa…”
The demand died in his throat when he realized the person at the door was, in actuality, not Jun, but a scary looking man who towered over him like the freaking incredible hulk. Not even exaggerating, he looked like someone out of a mob movie, only three times as menacing and twice as big. He could eat Nino up for breakfast and shit him out by lunch.
“Ninomiya Kazunari?” the man grunted. Nino nodded, mouth agape, still entirely terrified of this giant.
The man reached behind him and grabbed something, then threw that something at Nino’s feet.
“Here, delivery.”
The thing he threw stumbled forward, reaching out in a futile attempt to maintain balance. It was a man. He landed audibly on the hard tile, but showed no signs of pain. Instead he scrambled into a deep bow; his head was low, touching the floor. His hands were outstretched in front of him. They were bound with coarse rope.
The bigger man kicked him in the side, again sending him sprawling. The sudden violence made Nino jump.
“Name!” the man demanded, a look of pure disgust on his wide face.
“O-Ohno Satoshi.”
The man kicked at him again, this time for no apparent reason. Because he had stuttered? Nino couldn’t be sure. He retreated as far back as he could without visibly moving and regretted answering the door.
“Useless piece of crap. Glad to be rid of you.”
The bigger man shoved a piece of paper in Nino’s hands, then sneered at the one on the floor.
“He’s not good for much, except maybe a fuck or two, but I’ve trained him well so he shouldn’t be a problem. Just give him a good beating every now and then and you should be fine. Oh and,” the man added, as an afterthought, “I wouldn’t leave any writing utensils around.”
Without so much as a bow, he exited, leaving Nino with the newest addition to his apartment still kneeling on the floor, forehead to linoleum.
Well now, this was awkward. Having something living-and breathing-and…and human shoved on him so suddenly…and then being told that he owned said human?-he had no idea where to start.
“Uh…” What the hell was he supposed to say? ‘Nice to meet you, slave boy?’ It was ridiculous!
“I’ll be right back…”
He rushed back to the bedroom, making a mad grab for the phone.
“Yo.”
“Jun! Just what the hell did you do!?” Jun’s laughter filled his ears.
“So then he’s arrived.”
“Yes. He is now…” What was he doing? Nino wondered. “Hold on.”
He put a hand over the speaker and tip-toed back to the living room. The man…the…slave boy that Jun had got him was still kneeling on the floor, in exactly the same position Nino had left him in.
As soon as he got a glimpse, Nino dashed back around the corner to the bedroom.
“Are you fucking nuts!? ” he yelled into the receiver. “You got me a-a-” He couldn’t say it. It was absurd!
“Have fun~!” Jun teased, his voice laced with innuendo of all shapes and sizes.
“And just how am I supposed to do that!? ”
Furious, Nino moved his finger to the end button. Just before he hung up, however, he caught Jun’s last words.
“My Birthday present had better be fucking aweso-”
Click.
Birthday…was it really? Nino checked his phone. Well damn, so it was.
Happy fucking birthday to him.
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