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My word is my bond 14/25
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 ^__^
Masaki woke up in the middle of the night, when he felt a hand pressing against his back. He slowly turned to look at Jun, who moved restless in his sleep. There were small moans and tiny cries escaping his lips.
Masaki touched Jun’s shoulder and started shaking him slowly. “Jun, wake up,” Masaki said. “Jun,” he said again.
"Jun?" The other snapped his eyes open and let out a single yell. His breath was fast and he seemed to be irritated where he was.
"Hey." Masaki touched Jun's shoulder which made him almost jump.
"Please not again," Jun begged.
"Jun, wake up, you are with me, Masaki." He pointed at himself. "Do you remember? The one with the big dog and the hundred other animals in his house. The one with the brother, who takes care of Nino."
"Cucumber," Jun murmured.
Masaki laughed. "Yes, cucumber, my precious a little too fat cat."
Jun turned to him. "Please don't give me away anymore."
Masaki blinked. He had hopefully never said anything which could be interpreted that he wanted to give Jun away. "Jun, you are with me since three months already. I won't give you anywhere. You," Masaki sighed. God, was he going to be cheesy here? He had never confessed to someone, except the one night he locked himself in the bathroom after he had half confessed to Jun. And the few times in kindergarten he had confessed to others would hardly count. "I really..." No, that wasn't how he wanted to say it. He was for sure crimson red now, and Jun's light brown eyes and his hand in Masaki's didn't make it any easier. "I really think I love you." Masaki blurred out. He bit his lips when he realized that he had maybe been a little too loud. He just hoped the others hadn't heard him.
~~~
"I got sold when I was three years old," Nino explained. He could feel Sho's hand around his', brushing it with his thumb.
He had hardly ever talked about his life. Not even Jun knew everything about his past. “
~~~
Jun looked at Masaki with his eyes wide open. “Love?” Jun asked. Masaki could see him getting nervous. He didn’t want to make Jun run away from him, just because he got afraid of what Masaki had said.
“Don’t worry, Jun, I won’t get closer to you if you don’t want to,” Masaki said. He looked at Jun, who had fear in his eyes.
“I am used, Masaki, and I don’t know if you really want,” Jun started, but Masaki immediately stopped him.
“You are not used, Jun, you are a wonderful person, and I won’t force you into something.” Masaki could feel his heart beat increasing. “What happened to you?” He asked Jun. He brushed the other’s face and smiled at him.
Jun tensed, Masaki could see it in his body language. “I …,” he sighed.
“You don’t need to talk about it, if you don’t want to,” Masaki added to his question.
Jun closed his eyes, but opened it again. “I was born in the south of Japan,” he started. Jun’s voice was trembling, and Masaki placed his hand on Jun’s to make him feel calmer. “My family wasn’t poor at all. I had a good life till I became six years old. My father had a company, but at one time he started gambling and he lost a lot of money.”
Jun breathed in deeply, his cheeks started reddening. Masaki wasn’t sure if Jun became angry or embarrassed, maybe it was a mixture between both feelings. “My mother wasn’t able to bear with my father’s actions and at one point she started drinking. Soon we ran out of money, and my parents need to sell almost everything – including me.”
Tears dropped down Jun’s cheek and Masaki felt his heart clenching. He robbed closer and placed his hand around Jun’s waist to pull him closer. He guessed that Jun would stop talking here, but he continued while he stared at the ceiling. “I got to a place near Hiroshima where I had to work in a sex club. I was too young to do the actual job there, but I need to clean the rooms, prepare everything for the guests and do the household. When I became thirteen they used me as regular worker.”
Masaki had already guessed something like this, but he had never dared to ask. The shop owner had told him that Jun was a special slave, and everyone knew what that meant.
“I worked there for almost two years till they decided to sell me to a Shiwamoto-san’s house. He first appeared really caring, and I thought that this place would be nice, but I was wrong.” Jun snorted. “He used me like I got used in the club, but it was probably worse.” Jun made a stop. He hiccupped and brushed his hands over his cheeks. Masaki didn’t want to force him to talk about it, and in the end he already knew what Jun meant with it. “I told you about the one time he and his friends…,” Jun said, but he didn’t finish the sentence.
“He used you, even though you didn’t want to?” Masaki said slowly, and Jun just nodded at him.
“When I was too weak to fulfil all his needs he sold me to the shop,” Jun said. Now he looked at Masaki again. “And then you came.”
Jun smiled while the tears where still running down his cheeks. Even though he was crying, he looked relieved. “And you parents? What happened to them?”
Jun shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Masaki brushed Jun’s cheek. “You said they died?”
“Did I?” Jun asked astonished.
“In your dreams you talked about searching your parents and then you said they died,” Masaki explained.
“I think I wish that they are dead,” Jun said. “I sound cruel, right?”
Masaki shook his head. No, he understood Jun’s thoughts. “I think I would react same when I’d have your past.”
Jun brushed over Masaki’s arm, which was wrapped around Jun’s waist. “Masaki, if you want me, you can have me.”
Masaki blinked. No, he didn’t want to sleep with the other just because he wanted to be with Jun. If Jun would feel same, he’d do it, but not in any other case. “Jun, what do you want?”
Jun blinked. “Me?”
“Yes, I want to know your feelings, depending on this I will decide how to act towards you, but I want you to know, that no matter what you say now, I won’t give you away, okay?” Masaki said. Since Masaki was sure about his feelings, he knew that it didn’t matter how Jun decided, Masaki wouldn’t give him away or destroy their friendship they already shared. Masaki was happy to have the other around him, and it didn’t matter if it would become love or not.
“I think,” Jun said. “God, no one had ever asked me about my thoughts,” Jun said. “I already fell for you in the first night,” Jun said.
Something in Masaki jumped up and down and his feelings overwhelmed him. He was sure that his cheeks were as red as Jun’s had been, and he was sure that Sho would laugh his ass off when he’d see them right now, but Masaki didn’t care about it. “But?” Masaki asked. He could see that there was something burden Jun.
“I am afraid,” Jun said honestly.
“About what?” Masaki’s belly clenched.
“I fear that you think that I am only trying to get closer to you because I want to do what you say. And I fear that you think I only sleep with you because I am afraid that you’ll give me away.” Jun had his eyes closed when he said this out loud.
Masaki didn't know what to say. It would have been a lie to say that Jun's words had never been what Masaki had thought about, but during the last weeks he had realized that there was this special sparkle in the other's eyes, and Masaki trusted Jun. Maybe it was blunt and stupid, but his heart had decided to do so. "I don't think you'll do that." Masaki smiled. "Can you remember the day in my bathroom where I told you to make slow steps, inch by inch?"
Jun nodded. "Already there I had decided to trust you." Masaki pulled on Jun's waist till there was no space between them.
He could feel Jun's slow breath against his body and Jun's hand searched for Masaki's to intertwine their fingers. When Jun turned his head to look at Masaki, he bent down and captured Jun's lips with his.
~~~
"You got sold at the age of three?“ Sho had his eyes wide open when he looked at Nino.
"Yes, I was three," Nino explained. "My family was poor, and they already had five children, so they needed the money." He felt a knot in him twitching painfully. He hated talking about his life, because in the end he never had something he called living. He only had one single memory about his family, but every time it came up in him, he pushed the thought away. It hurt him too much.
"And your siblings?" Sho asked.
Nino shrugged. He had never searched for them. Maybe he had been too afraid about what he'd find out, and it hurt him that he had been given away, while his siblings were allowed to stay with the family. Nino winced when he felt the other's thumb brushing his cheek. He hadn't even realized that he had started crying. “I had never seen anyone from my family again.” Nino blinked to make the tears dropping down his cheeks. “To be honest, I don’t even remember about my family.”
"You can't even remember about them?" Sho asked. "But you are sure that you have siblings?"
Nino nodded. "I once got the chance to look into my file, which was in the shop's office. And I was able to read in there."
"When did you do this?"
Nino sighed. "When I had been a teenager. I got back to this shop quite often, because I am a rather rebellious slave." Now Nino had a small smile curling around his lips. He had always been stubborn, and this had maybe been the reason why he had survived till now.
“Have you ever thought of searching for your family?” Sho wanted to know. Yes, he had thought a lot about it, but he had never the courage to do so. He didn’t want to know what had happened to them, and he didn’t want to know why it had been him leaving the family. Nino didn’t want to end up more broken than he had already been. In the end nothing would change for him.
“No, I don’t want to see them,” he said honestly.
Sho nodded at him. “I understand.” Nino was glad that the other didn’t ask any further. He looked at Nino intensely. It made Nino feel uncomfortable. He had never liked to be stared at, but he blinked when he saw Sho’s eyes resting on him. His cheeks were slightly flushed and he fought with saying something, but in the end he started talking. “Can I ask you one question?”
Nino’s heart started beating faster. He had hardly ever experienced that he got asked about his own feelings. Slowly Nino nodded at Sho, even though he didn’t know if he would be able to answer Sho’s question.
“Jun had been a sex slave, right?” Sho asked.
Nino gulped. “I don’t know any details, but yes.”
“And you?” Nino closed his eyes when he heard Sho’s voice.
“No.” Nino turned to Sho. He blinked. “I once had a kind of relationship with a maid. It was strictly forbidden, and when they found out about it, they threw me out immediately, but I was never a sex slave, nor did I ever had sex with a man, if you want to know this.” Now Nino blushed. He felt embarrassed about these words. “Is this important for you?” Nino wanted to know.
Sho shook his head. He brushed Nino’s cheek, a smile circling around his lips. “It doesn’t matter. I just don’t want to hurt you.”
A/N: Hello everyone, <3 I am still in Italy, but I will read everything I missed asap, I promise :D I just want to update my multis, because they are already finished and they need to be posted ;)
So what do you think about this chapter? :D A little sweet time for both of them <3 <3 And they started talking about their past <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 ^__^
Masaki woke up in the middle of the night, when he felt a hand pressing against his back. He slowly turned to look at Jun, who moved restless in his sleep. There were small moans and tiny cries escaping his lips.
Masaki touched Jun’s shoulder and started shaking him slowly. “Jun, wake up,” Masaki said. “Jun,” he said again.
"Jun?" The other snapped his eyes open and let out a single yell. His breath was fast and he seemed to be irritated where he was.
"Hey." Masaki touched Jun's shoulder which made him almost jump.
"Please not again," Jun begged.
"Jun, wake up, you are with me, Masaki." He pointed at himself. "Do you remember? The one with the big dog and the hundred other animals in his house. The one with the brother, who takes care of Nino."
"Cucumber," Jun murmured.
Masaki laughed. "Yes, cucumber, my precious a little too fat cat."
Jun turned to him. "Please don't give me away anymore."
Masaki blinked. He had hopefully never said anything which could be interpreted that he wanted to give Jun away. "Jun, you are with me since three months already. I won't give you anywhere. You," Masaki sighed. God, was he going to be cheesy here? He had never confessed to someone, except the one night he locked himself in the bathroom after he had half confessed to Jun. And the few times in kindergarten he had confessed to others would hardly count. "I really..." No, that wasn't how he wanted to say it. He was for sure crimson red now, and Jun's light brown eyes and his hand in Masaki's didn't make it any easier. "I really think I love you." Masaki blurred out. He bit his lips when he realized that he had maybe been a little too loud. He just hoped the others hadn't heard him.
~~~
"I got sold when I was three years old," Nino explained. He could feel Sho's hand around his', brushing it with his thumb.
He had hardly ever talked about his life. Not even Jun knew everything about his past. “
~~~
Jun looked at Masaki with his eyes wide open. “Love?” Jun asked. Masaki could see him getting nervous. He didn’t want to make Jun run away from him, just because he got afraid of what Masaki had said.
“Don’t worry, Jun, I won’t get closer to you if you don’t want to,” Masaki said. He looked at Jun, who had fear in his eyes.
“I am used, Masaki, and I don’t know if you really want,” Jun started, but Masaki immediately stopped him.
“You are not used, Jun, you are a wonderful person, and I won’t force you into something.” Masaki could feel his heart beat increasing. “What happened to you?” He asked Jun. He brushed the other’s face and smiled at him.
Jun tensed, Masaki could see it in his body language. “I …,” he sighed.
“You don’t need to talk about it, if you don’t want to,” Masaki added to his question.
Jun closed his eyes, but opened it again. “I was born in the south of Japan,” he started. Jun’s voice was trembling, and Masaki placed his hand on Jun’s to make him feel calmer. “My family wasn’t poor at all. I had a good life till I became six years old. My father had a company, but at one time he started gambling and he lost a lot of money.”
Jun breathed in deeply, his cheeks started reddening. Masaki wasn’t sure if Jun became angry or embarrassed, maybe it was a mixture between both feelings. “My mother wasn’t able to bear with my father’s actions and at one point she started drinking. Soon we ran out of money, and my parents need to sell almost everything – including me.”
Tears dropped down Jun’s cheek and Masaki felt his heart clenching. He robbed closer and placed his hand around Jun’s waist to pull him closer. He guessed that Jun would stop talking here, but he continued while he stared at the ceiling. “I got to a place near Hiroshima where I had to work in a sex club. I was too young to do the actual job there, but I need to clean the rooms, prepare everything for the guests and do the household. When I became thirteen they used me as regular worker.”
Masaki had already guessed something like this, but he had never dared to ask. The shop owner had told him that Jun was a special slave, and everyone knew what that meant.
“I worked there for almost two years till they decided to sell me to a Shiwamoto-san’s house. He first appeared really caring, and I thought that this place would be nice, but I was wrong.” Jun snorted. “He used me like I got used in the club, but it was probably worse.” Jun made a stop. He hiccupped and brushed his hands over his cheeks. Masaki didn’t want to force him to talk about it, and in the end he already knew what Jun meant with it. “I told you about the one time he and his friends…,” Jun said, but he didn’t finish the sentence.
“He used you, even though you didn’t want to?” Masaki said slowly, and Jun just nodded at him.
“When I was too weak to fulfil all his needs he sold me to the shop,” Jun said. Now he looked at Masaki again. “And then you came.”
Jun smiled while the tears where still running down his cheeks. Even though he was crying, he looked relieved. “And you parents? What happened to them?”
Jun shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Masaki brushed Jun’s cheek. “You said they died?”
“Did I?” Jun asked astonished.
“In your dreams you talked about searching your parents and then you said they died,” Masaki explained.
“I think I wish that they are dead,” Jun said. “I sound cruel, right?”
Masaki shook his head. No, he understood Jun’s thoughts. “I think I would react same when I’d have your past.”
Jun brushed over Masaki’s arm, which was wrapped around Jun’s waist. “Masaki, if you want me, you can have me.”
Masaki blinked. No, he didn’t want to sleep with the other just because he wanted to be with Jun. If Jun would feel same, he’d do it, but not in any other case. “Jun, what do you want?”
Jun blinked. “Me?”
“Yes, I want to know your feelings, depending on this I will decide how to act towards you, but I want you to know, that no matter what you say now, I won’t give you away, okay?” Masaki said. Since Masaki was sure about his feelings, he knew that it didn’t matter how Jun decided, Masaki wouldn’t give him away or destroy their friendship they already shared. Masaki was happy to have the other around him, and it didn’t matter if it would become love or not.
“I think,” Jun said. “God, no one had ever asked me about my thoughts,” Jun said. “I already fell for you in the first night,” Jun said.
Something in Masaki jumped up and down and his feelings overwhelmed him. He was sure that his cheeks were as red as Jun’s had been, and he was sure that Sho would laugh his ass off when he’d see them right now, but Masaki didn’t care about it. “But?” Masaki asked. He could see that there was something burden Jun.
“I am afraid,” Jun said honestly.
“About what?” Masaki’s belly clenched.
“I fear that you think that I am only trying to get closer to you because I want to do what you say. And I fear that you think I only sleep with you because I am afraid that you’ll give me away.” Jun had his eyes closed when he said this out loud.
Masaki didn't know what to say. It would have been a lie to say that Jun's words had never been what Masaki had thought about, but during the last weeks he had realized that there was this special sparkle in the other's eyes, and Masaki trusted Jun. Maybe it was blunt and stupid, but his heart had decided to do so. "I don't think you'll do that." Masaki smiled. "Can you remember the day in my bathroom where I told you to make slow steps, inch by inch?"
Jun nodded. "Already there I had decided to trust you." Masaki pulled on Jun's waist till there was no space between them.
He could feel Jun's slow breath against his body and Jun's hand searched for Masaki's to intertwine their fingers. When Jun turned his head to look at Masaki, he bent down and captured Jun's lips with his.
~~~
"You got sold at the age of three?“ Sho had his eyes wide open when he looked at Nino.
"Yes, I was three," Nino explained. "My family was poor, and they already had five children, so they needed the money." He felt a knot in him twitching painfully. He hated talking about his life, because in the end he never had something he called living. He only had one single memory about his family, but every time it came up in him, he pushed the thought away. It hurt him too much.
"And your siblings?" Sho asked.
Nino shrugged. He had never searched for them. Maybe he had been too afraid about what he'd find out, and it hurt him that he had been given away, while his siblings were allowed to stay with the family. Nino winced when he felt the other's thumb brushing his cheek. He hadn't even realized that he had started crying. “I had never seen anyone from my family again.” Nino blinked to make the tears dropping down his cheeks. “To be honest, I don’t even remember about my family.”
"You can't even remember about them?" Sho asked. "But you are sure that you have siblings?"
Nino nodded. "I once got the chance to look into my file, which was in the shop's office. And I was able to read in there."
"When did you do this?"
Nino sighed. "When I had been a teenager. I got back to this shop quite often, because I am a rather rebellious slave." Now Nino had a small smile curling around his lips. He had always been stubborn, and this had maybe been the reason why he had survived till now.
“Have you ever thought of searching for your family?” Sho wanted to know. Yes, he had thought a lot about it, but he had never the courage to do so. He didn’t want to know what had happened to them, and he didn’t want to know why it had been him leaving the family. Nino didn’t want to end up more broken than he had already been. In the end nothing would change for him.
“No, I don’t want to see them,” he said honestly.
Sho nodded at him. “I understand.” Nino was glad that the other didn’t ask any further. He looked at Nino intensely. It made Nino feel uncomfortable. He had never liked to be stared at, but he blinked when he saw Sho’s eyes resting on him. His cheeks were slightly flushed and he fought with saying something, but in the end he started talking. “Can I ask you one question?”
Nino’s heart started beating faster. He had hardly ever experienced that he got asked about his own feelings. Slowly Nino nodded at Sho, even though he didn’t know if he would be able to answer Sho’s question.
“Jun had been a sex slave, right?” Sho asked.
Nino gulped. “I don’t know any details, but yes.”
“And you?” Nino closed his eyes when he heard Sho’s voice.
“No.” Nino turned to Sho. He blinked. “I once had a kind of relationship with a maid. It was strictly forbidden, and when they found out about it, they threw me out immediately, but I was never a sex slave, nor did I ever had sex with a man, if you want to know this.” Now Nino blushed. He felt embarrassed about these words. “Is this important for you?” Nino wanted to know.
Sho shook his head. He brushed Nino’s cheek, a smile circling around his lips. “It doesn’t matter. I just don’t want to hurt you.”
A/N: Hello everyone, <3 I am still in Italy, but I will read everything I missed asap, I promise :D I just want to update my multis, because they are already finished and they need to be posted ;)
So what do you think about this chapter? :D A little sweet time for both of them <3 <3 And they started talking about their past <3