[fic] A Promise Worth Keeping [2/?]
title: A Promise Worth Keeping
chapter: 2/?
genre: drama
rating: R
band/pairing: Nightmare x SCREW; Byou x Kazuki x Manabu, Ni~ya x Manabu
warnings: m/m contact
disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, completely unauthorized
summary: Manabu had made a promise to himself....
rewind: 1
comments: I think I might be enjoying this series a little too much, but I can't really help it. Also, I'm sorry, but there's still no sex in this, though not for a lack of trying. Can't force these things, though, so maybe next time. Or next week. We'll see.
~*~*~
Manabu had only managed to fend off Kazuki's attempts to buy him an incredibly hooker-ish outfit by very reluctantly agreeing to let his sempai buy him a single shirt. Reassuring that with enough stammering and wibbling he could still get out of doing things his sempai would have preferred. At the rate Jin was working on ... integrating him into Screw's dynamic, he wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to do such things. The temptation was rising again, the little voice that said how easy it would be to go back to his old habits, his old ways. Trading his body had been an easy way to get at least the illusion of care. Ni~ya had shown him that there were other, better ways of getting the attention he needed ... and then set him free.
Manabu didn't like being alone. Jin had promised to make that feeling go away, to give him back that sense of belonging to someone. But while Jin took him home almost every right, there was no collar, no ring, no mark of claiming beyond what hickies could show. It wasn't enough.
“Oi. I know I said make yourself at home, Manabu, but I didn't mean for you to zone out on us.”
Blink. Oh, right, Byou and Kazuki had dragged him to Byou's apartment after dessert. He had tried to protest, but Byou had been so insistent, and after taking advantage of the other man's wallet all afternoon....
“Sorry, Byou-sempai. Guess I'm more tired than I thought. Maybe I should just go home?”
“Oh no, absolutely not,” Kazuki purred and Manabu found himself quite suddenly with a lapful of grinning lanky guitarist. “It's way too early in the evening for you to be saying such things. And besides, you still owe me gratitude for inviting you out with us.”
“Excuse me, but I'm the one that invited him to join us, you brat,” Byou mock growled, three bottles of beer clunking down on the wooden coffee table in front of the couch. “You didn't even notice him until I pointed him out to you.”
“So totally not the point, Byou-kun. There's enough Macchan to go around, isn't that right?”
Manabu fought against a shiver at the feel of fingers slipping through his hair, along his cheek. Kazuki's lips brushed against his own a moment later, tongue flicking against the seal of his lips. And that voice was back, telling him how easy it would be to go back to those days.
“Jin-kun is so pleased with you, Manabu,” Byou's voice purred into his ear, catching him by surprise. He could feel the vocalist pressing against his back, a hand sliding under the bottom of his shirt. “But he's been so greedy with you, so selfish. It's really not fair, don't you agree?”
He panicked, bolting off the couch and making a beeline for the door. He only stopped long enough to jam feet into boots before running again, ignoring the calls of his bandmates trailing behind him. He had to get away, blindly making his way through crowded streets. Manabu didn't even know where he was going, still wasn't sure when he found himself staring at a door, shivering.
“What ... Manabu? Shit, you look like a drowned rat, come on, get in here.”
Of course. Of course he had gone to Ni~ya first. And as much as he was fairly certain he had no business forcing himself on Ni~ya anymore, he couldn't stop himself from latching onto the other man. He was shivering, sobbing, and he couldn't even explain why.
“Shh, hey, it's okay, Manabu, you're safe here,” the older man murmured, drawing him deeper into the apartment. He should have been doing something, saying something. He shouldn't have been here at all, a feeling that intensified when he realized he was being hauled into Ni~ya's bathroom.
“Nisama....”
“Hot shower first,” the bassist murmured, lips brushing against his forehead. “I'll get you some dry clothes for when you're done and then you can tell me what's upset you, all right?”
“Hai, Nisama,” he mumbled, forcing himself not to cling to his former master any longer. It was embarrassing that he was even here, there was no sense in making things worse by acting so childishly.
The shower felt so good, hot and soothing. Ni~ya was waiting for him with clothes that somehow fit him perfectly, though perhaps he should have expected it. Ni~ya had always been so good to him, taken such very good care of him, he really shouldn't have been as surprised as he was.
“Now then,” his former master started, pressing a cup of hot tea into Manabu's hands, “tell me what happened.”
“I was out having coffee and ran into Byou-sempai and Kazuki-kun and they invited me to join them and kept trying to buy me things and then dinner and dessert and then they ... they were both touching me and I panicked and I ended up here. I'm sorry, I know it was stupid, but I didn't know where else to go,” Manabu mumbled, trying to curl into Ni~ya's lap while tightly clutching the tea he had been given. He felt even more stupid than before like this.
“You're always welcome here, Manabu,” Ni~ya replied. “Is Jin-kun not taking care of you anymore?”
“He ... Yuuto-sempai is his collared submissive, I'm just ... a new project,” he mumbled. “SCREW-sempai, they ... they're all used to ... to playing with each other. Jin-sama is ... is making sure I fit in.”
“Making sure you fit in?”
“Y-yes. That ... that's what he said. I ... I want ... I need to be able to fit in with the band, Nisama.”
The silence from Ni~ya weighed on him and he set aside his cup, turning and pressing closer to the other man. He needed to be acceptable to his bandmates, needed to have a place. If he couldn't be with his Nisama anymore....
“All right, kitling, it's all right. You'll stay here tonight and I'll have a talk with this Jin-kun of yours tomorrow,” Ni~ya soothed, petting his hair. He wasn't entirely sure that such a thing was wise, but he couldn't very well argue with his former master. And it ... would be nice to be able to spend the night with Ni~ya again.
chapter: 2/?
genre: drama
rating: R
band/pairing: Nightmare x SCREW; Byou x Kazuki x Manabu, Ni~ya x Manabu
warnings: m/m contact
disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, completely unauthorized
summary: Manabu had made a promise to himself....
rewind: 1
comments: I think I might be enjoying this series a little too much, but I can't really help it. Also, I'm sorry, but there's still no sex in this, though not for a lack of trying. Can't force these things, though, so maybe next time. Or next week. We'll see.
~*~*~
Manabu had only managed to fend off Kazuki's attempts to buy him an incredibly hooker-ish outfit by very reluctantly agreeing to let his sempai buy him a single shirt. Reassuring that with enough stammering and wibbling he could still get out of doing things his sempai would have preferred. At the rate Jin was working on ... integrating him into Screw's dynamic, he wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to do such things. The temptation was rising again, the little voice that said how easy it would be to go back to his old habits, his old ways. Trading his body had been an easy way to get at least the illusion of care. Ni~ya had shown him that there were other, better ways of getting the attention he needed ... and then set him free.
Manabu didn't like being alone. Jin had promised to make that feeling go away, to give him back that sense of belonging to someone. But while Jin took him home almost every right, there was no collar, no ring, no mark of claiming beyond what hickies could show. It wasn't enough.
“Oi. I know I said make yourself at home, Manabu, but I didn't mean for you to zone out on us.”
Blink. Oh, right, Byou and Kazuki had dragged him to Byou's apartment after dessert. He had tried to protest, but Byou had been so insistent, and after taking advantage of the other man's wallet all afternoon....
“Sorry, Byou-sempai. Guess I'm more tired than I thought. Maybe I should just go home?”
“Oh no, absolutely not,” Kazuki purred and Manabu found himself quite suddenly with a lapful of grinning lanky guitarist. “It's way too early in the evening for you to be saying such things. And besides, you still owe me gratitude for inviting you out with us.”
“Excuse me, but I'm the one that invited him to join us, you brat,” Byou mock growled, three bottles of beer clunking down on the wooden coffee table in front of the couch. “You didn't even notice him until I pointed him out to you.”
“So totally not the point, Byou-kun. There's enough Macchan to go around, isn't that right?”
Manabu fought against a shiver at the feel of fingers slipping through his hair, along his cheek. Kazuki's lips brushed against his own a moment later, tongue flicking against the seal of his lips. And that voice was back, telling him how easy it would be to go back to those days.
“Jin-kun is so pleased with you, Manabu,” Byou's voice purred into his ear, catching him by surprise. He could feel the vocalist pressing against his back, a hand sliding under the bottom of his shirt. “But he's been so greedy with you, so selfish. It's really not fair, don't you agree?”
He panicked, bolting off the couch and making a beeline for the door. He only stopped long enough to jam feet into boots before running again, ignoring the calls of his bandmates trailing behind him. He had to get away, blindly making his way through crowded streets. Manabu didn't even know where he was going, still wasn't sure when he found himself staring at a door, shivering.
“What ... Manabu? Shit, you look like a drowned rat, come on, get in here.”
Of course. Of course he had gone to Ni~ya first. And as much as he was fairly certain he had no business forcing himself on Ni~ya anymore, he couldn't stop himself from latching onto the other man. He was shivering, sobbing, and he couldn't even explain why.
“Shh, hey, it's okay, Manabu, you're safe here,” the older man murmured, drawing him deeper into the apartment. He should have been doing something, saying something. He shouldn't have been here at all, a feeling that intensified when he realized he was being hauled into Ni~ya's bathroom.
“Nisama....”
“Hot shower first,” the bassist murmured, lips brushing against his forehead. “I'll get you some dry clothes for when you're done and then you can tell me what's upset you, all right?”
“Hai, Nisama,” he mumbled, forcing himself not to cling to his former master any longer. It was embarrassing that he was even here, there was no sense in making things worse by acting so childishly.
The shower felt so good, hot and soothing. Ni~ya was waiting for him with clothes that somehow fit him perfectly, though perhaps he should have expected it. Ni~ya had always been so good to him, taken such very good care of him, he really shouldn't have been as surprised as he was.
“Now then,” his former master started, pressing a cup of hot tea into Manabu's hands, “tell me what happened.”
“I was out having coffee and ran into Byou-sempai and Kazuki-kun and they invited me to join them and kept trying to buy me things and then dinner and dessert and then they ... they were both touching me and I panicked and I ended up here. I'm sorry, I know it was stupid, but I didn't know where else to go,” Manabu mumbled, trying to curl into Ni~ya's lap while tightly clutching the tea he had been given. He felt even more stupid than before like this.
“You're always welcome here, Manabu,” Ni~ya replied. “Is Jin-kun not taking care of you anymore?”
“He ... Yuuto-sempai is his collared submissive, I'm just ... a new project,” he mumbled. “SCREW-sempai, they ... they're all used to ... to playing with each other. Jin-sama is ... is making sure I fit in.”
“Making sure you fit in?”
“Y-yes. That ... that's what he said. I ... I want ... I need to be able to fit in with the band, Nisama.”
The silence from Ni~ya weighed on him and he set aside his cup, turning and pressing closer to the other man. He needed to be acceptable to his bandmates, needed to have a place. If he couldn't be with his Nisama anymore....
“All right, kitling, it's all right. You'll stay here tonight and I'll have a talk with this Jin-kun of yours tomorrow,” Ni~ya soothed, petting his hair. He wasn't entirely sure that such a thing was wise, but he couldn't very well argue with his former master. And it ... would be nice to be able to spend the night with Ni~ya again.