Be My Slave (Måneskin Fanfiction // Damiano Victoria Ethan Thomas)

number 31: conflict

omg the rankings changed in the last hour or so and I'M PRETTY HAPPY!

11th in #fanfic out of 1.3M stories is insane. Also:

1st in #polyamory

9th in #group

fucking 1st in #maneskin

8th in #damianodavid

58th in #writtenwithpride

And much much more.

Enjoy,

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I spent the night at their house but Thomas and Ethan didn't come that night. We had three way fun with Vic and Damiano. It was one of those days when they had sex with each other too. I don't know was it because Thomas and Ethan wasn't around.

Before going to sleep, I thought about what would happen if Vic and Damiano felt the way Thomas and Ethan felt to each other.

Why didn't I like this idea as much as I liked Ethan and Thomas's relationship. Was it selfish of me? 

I was't jealous of them having sex. I truly wasn't. But thinking about them dating, had an upsetting affect on me. I didn't like it. I hated it. What the fuck was wrong with me?

I couldn't sleep properly during the night. Victoria was on my right and Damiano was on my left. I tried to sleep, eyes open, staring at the ceiling in the dark. I realized I had no one besides them. I didn't want to lose them. Ever.

I was now too deep involved.

I remember falling asleep while listening to Damiano's soft breathing.

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We woke up earlier than usual. They had a studio meeting today so it made sense. We were having breakfast together.

"Can you pass me one of those croissants?" I asked Victoria. So she did. We talked about a little bit of anything. It was fun talking to them. We laughed a lot. 

They left once they understood Ethan and Thomas wasn't going to arrive in short notice. I had classes today so I didn't go with them. I told them I was going to kill some time in their apartment and leave after that.

I hugged Victoria before saying her goodbye. I looked at Damiano waving. He did something I didn't expect. He leaned forward and give me a kiss on my cheekbone. I felt my heart racing. He looked pretty careless. He put her arm on Vic's shoulders and they left the apartment.

I was left alone with confusion. Luckily, Ethan and Thomas came not too much after the others left. I looked at their faces to see what had happened once they entered the flat. 

"So?" I said excitedly. "Is everything all right?"

I saw Ethan glancing at the room to see if there was anyone else. Once he realized I was alone, he looked at Ethan, smiling. Ethan smiled back. I saw him grabbing Thomas's hand. This gave my heart a warmth I never thought I could feel.

"I'm proud of you," I said looking at both of them. I hugged them both, one arm in Thomas and one arm in Ethan. 

"We should thank you, actually," Thomas said. I gave both of them a kiss on the cheek. They looked shy. Shy, but happy.

"June," Ethan said shyly.  "Can you... not tell others for sometime. It's not the same with them as it is with you. We're in a band together you know. We want make sure this is what we want and it is something we could do before we tell anything we can't take back."

"Sure," I assured them. "Tell them whenever you feel ready. But I'm sure they'll be happy for you."

They thanked me and left the apartment. They also had to go to the studio.

Once again, I was left alone with my own thoughts.

Thomas and Ethan starting a future together had made me think about things. I was happy for them for certain. But It kinda reminded me of the inevitable. 

What was going to happen once everybody had gotten into a relationship. Would their partners want the girl who they used to fuck around?

I was their groupie all in all. It was the beginning of everything. I hadn't ever heard about a groupie who had been around for a year and a half. Wasn't it normal for me to get attached ?

I found myself thinking about Damiano. The way he always was so thoughtful... Our sex. The way he had invited me to the USA without a hesitation. 

We not only miss you but we need you, he had said.

Had he really meant that. Did he really need...

Me?

Our sex at New York was full of passion and longing. As if our bodies craved each other. As if it was the only way to stay alive. I had seen furiousness in his eyes while he fucked me. As if he was pissed off that we had been apart.

You were mine first, he had said.

He was right. I was his' first.

I thought about the way he was so calm about the press. He had said screw others. Than there was this whole Marlena talk that I seem to have a hard time getting out of my mind. You, June... are Marlena he had said.

He was so worried about the whole Thomas thing. I had seen his anger towards Thomas through his eyes. He genuinely looked... worried.

But he was like this for the last year and a half. He always had been this playful boy, who loved to fool around but who also cared about the people around him. He was always the same. But then, why was I feeling different by his actions.

He had kissed me tons of times before. Why had I felt the way I felt today when he had given me a kiss on my cheekbone before he left?

What was wrong with me? It wasn't fair that I was thinking this way.

I couldn't keep on casually fucking him, letting him believe that we were friends who fucked. Not anymore. Not when I was starting to actually feel things for him.

Starting to feel things more than I did before.

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MISS JUNE WHAT DO YOU MEANNN?

DO YOU MEAN-

DO YOU?

Yes guys... I think she means that she-