bakerstreet | The Slave Auction Meme

The Slave Auction Meme

â§ Leave a comment with the character's name, fandom, and whether your character will be playing the part of 'slave' or 'master', plus preferences for scenarios if you have any.
â§ Respond to others with one of the scenarios below or feel free to make up your own.
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Warning: Be aware that this meme deals with dark subjects like slavery and may also contain non-consensual/dubiously consensual sex, violence, and kink.

SLAVES

1. The Newbie - This is your very first auction and you don't quite know what to expect. Hopefully you remember your training and don't disgrace yourself in front of your new master. Hopefully someone thinks you're worth buying at all.

2. The Oldtimer - You've been bought and sold and bought again so many times. You've seen it all before and don't think this time is going to be much different. In fact, the only real anxiety you've got is whether or not someone's going to pay for a more than slightly used slave.

3. The Pet - You're a pleasure slave. A bed warmer. A decorative piece of artwork. You're meant to look pretty and be pleasing and not much else.

4. The Guard - Your master hired you because of your ability to swing a sword or shoot a gun, not your looks.

5. The Escape Artist - Somehow you always manage to squirm out of your master's chains. Too bad you seem to get caught after a while. Maybe your next daring escape will be permanent. Then again, maybe your next master has special ways of keeping you locked up.

6. The Undercover - You aren't a slave at all, you're just pretending to be one. Why? Well that's up to you. Either way, your cover is blown if you don't act the part.

7. The Specialist - You have a skill that no one else has. Something rare and valuable. Something your master needs more than anything else.

MASTERS

1. The Customer - You've owned slaves before and this trip to the market is nothing new to you. Still, you're hoping to find something worth your while.

2. The Gift - Someone bought a pet for you, isn't that nice of them? Or maybe it isn't so nice. Did you even want a slave in the first place? Well you're stuck with one now.

3. The Giver - You're selecting a slave for someone else, and they need to be perfect. Perhaps you'd better test them out first to make sure you're getting your money's worth.

4. The Trainer - You specialize in taming unruly slaves and making them over into perfect, obedient, well-trained pets.

5. The Rebel - You hate the idea of slavery, but the system isn't going to go away any time soon, so the next best thing is to buy up any slave you can get your hands on and free them, right?

6. The Companion - You want someone to be with you always, someone you can talk to and depend on, someone who will never leave your side. It's a good thing that money can buy that these days.

7. The Undercover - You're not actually a Master. You're at the auction for an entirely different reason. Maybe it's special policework, maybe you're trying to hunt down a certain someone. Either way, your cover is blown unless you act the part.

As always, feel free to use a combination of scenarios or make up your own if you have other ideas.

Snagged from here.

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For a moment he was disappointed with not getting a name. Keelan didn't want any power that came with knowing that name, he just wanted to know it for his own peace of mind. Maybe to remember in the future when he's wondering how the other man is doing while Keelan himself is locked in his gilded prison. Maybe so there was a name on his own tongue when he came.

But that moment of disappointment had been brief, his mouth willingly opening to accept the other man's kiss. His own tongue pressed against the one in his mouth, moaning low and pulling him all the closer. But it was over all too quick, leaving him to pant softly with the absence of lips on his own. As if the breath had been sucked from his lungs and he was aching to catch it again. Which was very difficult with the pleasurable jolt from teeth on his newly exposed skin, making him shiver.

Keelan's fingers thread through the longer parts of the other man's hair as he descends. It's not soft hair like his own but it's not coarse either, and he finds himself liking the texture as much as its owners actions. His lips purse together, brows furrowing, and head falling back against the pain so close to his cock that he's afraid to roll his hips into it. There was something about that action that seemed so primal, so feral, that made it all the more intense. Keelan didn't know if that was pleasurable pain, or pain he didn't mind.

"Faerin." He murmured softly, mind muddled for long enough that he didn't immediately realize that he was repeating the man's name. Not that his head was much clearer with the man's mouth on his cock, nor his hips so easily kept from thrusting into that heat. Was this Faerin's impatience or just something he wanted to do? Either way, Keelan wasn't complaining.

"I should show you how to take someone without hurting them." Keelan said, his voice deeper now than it had been before. "So you can fuck me too before the night's over."

Not one to let himself be overwhelmed too long, though it was still difficult to concentrate with that exquisite mouth on him, he raised his leg slightly and slid his toes against Faerin's hard length. Between two toes, he began stroking the man's shaft as best he could with the somewhat questionable dexterity of his feet.

Fae groans around the shaft lodged in his throat, his hands sliding around to grip Keelan from behind, digging his fingertips into the pliant flesh to pull him closer against the ring of his lips. He can feel the sole of Keelan's foot, as warm and soft as his palms, drag up the length of him before lowering back down to toe at his balls.

A deep exhale bleeds past his nostrils as he pulls back, a few strings of saliva glistening beneath the moonlight before a swipe of his tongue breaks them apart. "I don't know if all the time in the world would be enough for that, let alone a night." He chuckles, he's doing this because he wants Keelan inside him, but he doesn't dismiss the idea. He grabs Keelan's erection and twist his wrist inward, rolling his hand up and down in firm, steady strokes. "Are you that hungry for a cock?" Fae's hand keeps moving as his mouth presses against that little patch of skin he'd bitten. He smirks, eyes flicking up to catch Keelan's - teasing. "Or is it just my cock?"

Just how big was Fae's mouth, really? It felt like he was being drawn impossibly into that warmth, hips nowhere to go if he were to move for more and held back from fucking into it. Being there was almost maddening in the inability to do anything.

"Now who's getting cocky?" He smiles softly, a light tug of his hand in Fae's hair. It's almost affectionate, the way he pulls the other man's head back so he could look down. His eyes flutter with the movement of Fae's hand, and this time he jerks his hips to the rhythm, meeting the motion so he could enjoy the friction for a moment.

Keelan shifts his leg to press his foot against Fae's chest, shoving him back against the carpet. The robe barely hanging onto his shoulders slips free, falling to the ground at his side as he shrugged it off. There were no more barriers now. Nothing to stand in the way of skin on skin, so Keelan found himself climbing into Fae's lap. He pressed himself against the other man's body, practically draping himself over him, just to see what it felt like. None of it was disappointing.

"I'm probably just being selfish by wanting to show you how to draw pleasure out." He said, dragging his nails down the other man's side, tracing along thigh until his fingers ghosted past his balls to the puckered hole of his entrance. "The kind of fuck you like is nice, but it's over so quick." Changing his course, he instead grabbed Fae's cock and shifted himself so that his own hole lined up with the tip, teasing with the lightest friction. "Let's make a deal. Leave me in charge, and if you can't handle it I'll give you what you want."

Fae grimaces, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek with the effort he puts not to thrust his hips up. Just the heat coming off of the Keelan, the promise of how tight and warm it must be to shove his way inside him is enough to make his heart pound in his head. "You should give me what I want regardless," Fae rasps, his hands falling to Keelan's thighs so he can have something to ground him.

He drags his legs up, toes pushing into the carpet as he knees bump Keelan's back. His mouth falls open with a low gasp, struggling with this delicious weight on his lap - he forces himself to breathe, to let his lips curl into a smirk. "But sure, ponytail, if you need it that badly."

His words are cocky, but quietly, he's glad Keelan has offered to do the work. He's glad to be used. He's glad to be wanted. He's glad to feel his thighs shaking and his body pulsing with need, and this beautiful stranger so happily willing to relieve him of all of it.

He's glad.

Fae's head drops back to the floor with a soft laugh, his fingers digging into Keelan's thighs. "There's nothin' wrong with being selfish."

"Need is a strong word." Keelan wished he had put more thought into this than he actually had. The need and tension between them shook a lot of his usual methodical practices out of his mind, that it was just now occurring to him the use of oil would make things smoother. Fortunately there were caches of it around the room, but the nearest vial would have him stretching awkwardly to reach the basin again. Regardless, he abandoned his tease long enough to grab the glass vial, easily coming back down into position once he had it.

A liberal amount was applied to his hand before he reached back to grab the other man's cock again. He pumped his hand to coat, but didn't waste a lot of time doing so before he was aligning them back up again. With a deep breath and a look of concentration furrowing his brows, Keelan lowered himself. Little by little his ass swallowed each delicious inch of his thick, hard cock. He could feel the lack of preparation take it's toll on his hole, but it was nothing he couldn't bear. It wasn't as though he never used that part of his body, so it was maybe not as tight as it should be, but currently not as loose as he'd like. It left Keelan to finally puff once he was seated firmly on the man's lap.

He set the vial down finally, wiggling just a little to tease Fae but also get himself accustomed to feeling full. There was even a smirk on his lips, his golden eyes hooded as he placed his hands on either side of Fae and looked down. Keelan didn't say anything, though. He moved his hips, letting his body do the talking for him instead.

It's been too long, and Fae can hardly stop the stuttering breath that stumbles out of him. He has his preferences, but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate how good it feels to be inside someone, to have them squeezing around you - hot and soft and tight. His nails cut into Keelan's thighs as his hips jerk upwards, rolling his cock against the tender walls of his insides before pulling down only to thrust in once more.

He really can't take this sort of thing easily, his mouth is watering to have flesh between his teeth and his fingers are bunching into Keelan's skin in short, brutal spasms. It's been less than two minutes and Fae's already falling into default, he's already sweating with the effort not to grab at Keelan's hips and ram his hips up inside of him before the man has even given him the go-ahead.

When Fae suddenly sits up, his eyes are like wildfire, golden and burning with an untempered lust as his arm swings around Keelan's lower back and his hips snap up into him. He bites at Keelan's lips, pants against his mouth as he yanks him closer, trapping his cock between them as he smirks. "You've really lost it here, haven't you, Kee-lan?"

The way Keelan's name rolls of his tongue makes it sound like something sinful, not allowed to be in his mouth. He pushes forward, lets Keelan's back hit the carpet as he bends him at his lower half, putting stress on his back each time his hips thrust forward. The sounds that fill the room are nothing short of obscene, slick thrusts parted by harsh grunts and breathing, which Fae barely leaves room for each time he rears back before stabbing his way back in over and over again.

His knees are burning against the rub of the carpet but he couldn't care less, too busy watching the reactions dance across Keelan's expression. Fae's grin nearly glows white in the darkness as he cages Keelan's head between the angle of his elbows pressed to the floor, his hips still slapping wetly against him. "What if Master came in here and saw you like this, the new slave you're supposed to be whipping into submission, balls-deep inside of you..." He chuckles, a breathless thing, lowers himself further so his lips rub against Keelan's when he mutters, "Fuck 'im." His hands find Keelan's wrists, pinning them to the floor above his head. He presses his hips forward, holding them there against Keelan, so he can feel the fullness of what he's giving him. "Maybe I wanna piss him off even more," Fae challenges, grinning as his hips grind against Keelan's ass, refusing to pull out. "By takin' his favorite toy with me, when I get out of this shithole."

He'd barely become accustomed to the thickness inside of him when he felt the snap of hips. It drew a groan from Keelan, the word 'savage' once again springing to mind. Despite having been warned, there was a part of him that hoped Fae would leave it in his hands or at least give the illusion for a little longer. A part that wanted Fae to trust him.

Though if he was honest with himself, deep down, this was exactly what Keelan wanted. To be shown what Faerin was capable of. So, he wasn't going to complain about the control shifting in the other man's favor. Even the brutal fingers digging into him or how he was bent didn't really hurt as much as some things he'd experienced. But maybe he's also captivated by the fire and lust, unable to pull his own gaze from those golden depths. At least, until a long moan was drawn from him, forcing his eyes to close tight.

This was what he wanted, alright. It was like seeing into the other man's soul. It made him shiver, the pleasure of it all so intense. He also wished he had even a fraction of that rebellion and power for himself. Would it look the same?

But Keelan didn't just simply give himself over to being pounded into like a good little toy that would take a beating. Fae wasn't just someone paid to screw him, he and Fae were fucking for the sheer pleasure of it. He met each of those thrusts with the movement of his own wanton hips, pushing harder, deeper. He practically clawed at the other man until his wrists were bound above his own head, eyes shut tight and body arching against the other man. There was almost no space between them, the friction of their bodies rubbing his cock absolutely no help to the mess he had become.

Fae might be right... He might have lost. But what a way to lose.

"Do you--" Keelan voice was breathy, strained with the force of keeping himself from moaning too loud. "realize how far... we would have to run to get away from him...?"

Through the haze of lust and pleasure, Keelan's mind was already formulating their escape. What he would take to ensure they had money. How he would hide himself and what he would do to Fae as both payment for getting him away from this place, and for any training he might need to be able to watch the other man's back when it was necessary.

"Who cares," Fae breathes, he's not daunted by things like that. He'll go as far as he has to go and do whatever he has to do. It backfires on him sometimes, he's not exactly the most careful planner, but the fact that he can adapt and think on his feet makes up for that more often than not.

He was just talking really, of course he'll escape - he always does - but taking Keelan with him...he supposes he didn't think Keelan would want to go. He's so often seen types like him that are broken beyond hope, that can no longer conceive the idea of freedom. But Keelan agreed so readily that Fae feels his heart stumble, and in the haze of his mind there's a brief thought that maybe he was meant to come here - maybe he was exactly what Keelan needed right now.

He swallows, an uncomfortable flutter in his stomach, he's not used to such thoughts, to considering another in conjunction with himself. But if Keelan wants to take his will back, Fae will do everything he can to endorse that. It's what he wants, too. It's what everyone should want.

"Don't think so hard about it." His hips are still rolling languidly, distracted by their talking, though now Fae buries his face against the hollow of Keelan's throat, his words gaining an edge as his thrusts start building back up to a quick rhythm. "Don't let 'im trick you into thinking he's anything scarier than a regular asshole with a lot of money." He bites down on a cord of muscle that's been exposed with the tilt of Keelan's head. Fae's hands drag down the length of Keelan's arms, raking nails down sweat-slick skin until their pressing beneath his thighs, and his mouth pops off with a hot sigh - leaving a bright red mark in its wake. "He bleeds, same as you and me."

He shifts up so he's on his knees again, takes a moment to be impressed with Keelan's flexibility as he pushes his thighs up so the man is nearly folded in half, then drapes himself over him. There's barely time to adjust to the position before Fae is pounding into him, pink bangs falling forward over his eyes, swaying with each thrust. He can see Keelan's cock, dripping pre-cum onto his chest, and the sight of it makes his own cock pulse in a way that nearly has him cumming. "Shit," he rasps, panting between sharp slaps of skin as his hand suddenly falls to Keelan's panting mouth, hooking his thumb in to force it wider, regretting that he didn't fuck it before they'd gotten to this point.

A part of him was afraid of what would be done if both of them were caught escaping. What their master would do as punishment for the betrayal. Another part of him knew that after three years of nightly visits with strangers, any debts he'd had or taken on would never be repaid if they hadn't been already. Keelan could only hope that the person he was protecting had the legs to stand on his own by now. If he didn't, he'd done all that he could with a clean enough conscious.

He swallowed past the vibrant pain that exploded on his neck, eyes shut tightly and lips pressed firm so no sound would escape. Despite his efforts, it didn't stop the sharp intake of breath and the twist of his wrists in the other man's grasp.

"I'm not afraid," He rasped out, finally finding his voice after a long moment. His back arches slightly despite the way his body was contorted, uncomfortable but so damn good where everything was. "He can go to hell."

And he meant that with every fiber of his being. Keelan never had any love for his master, never quite showing the bastard that he owned him even when he was submitting to the man. Just acknowledging that in the midst of being fucked, going against his orders, was enough to send him closer to the edge. Nevermind the unforgiving hips pounding into him, driving him closer still.

Keelan turned his head, lips wrapping around Fae's fingers. He moaned lewdly, sucking on those digits, his tongue easily working as if it were Fae's cock in his mouth instead.

Fae's breathy laughter is cut short by a deep, stuttered moan. He's not sure what he expected to come out of Keelan's mouth, but the blatant disrespect towards his captor delights him.

For once, he doesn't have the wherewithal to bounce back with a witty comment. How can he, when his mouth is too busy working around gasps for air, when his cock is being squeezed and held by Keelan's hungry insides and his fingers are being sucked between even hungrier lips. Keelan is demanding all of him and Fae isn't built to hold back.

A few more slick thrusts and the only warning Keelan has is the sudden, sharp jerk of Fae's hips pressing against his ass, holding there as his shoulders tense and his cock pulses inside of Keelan with his release.

Fae's thighs quiver and he gives a few shallows thrusts to ride out his orgasm, eyes opening - when had he closed them? - to slits of gold and white as he stares down at Keelan for a moment and suddenly lets out a puff of sheepish laughter. "Sorry," he says lightly, not actually sounding too remorseful behind the word, but he at least acknowledges that he didn't mean to come inside.

His fingers slide along the bed of Keelan's tongue as they pull out, and then Fae is letting up the pressure Keelan's lower half. When his spent cock slips out, thick strings of cum come with it. He sits on his knees and lets Keelan's legs hook over his shoulders, his back flushed against Fae's torso as he wraps his arms around Keelan's middle. One hand keeps him in place while the other fists his aching arousal, working in firm strokes as his tongue suddenly passes along the crease of his ass - sweeping up whatever of himself has leaked out.

If Keelan had much more sense about him, he might have clamped his muscles to keep Fae from his orgasm. Not to deny him, but to delay. Instead, he let himself be distracted by the unforgiving rhythm of those hips and the salty taste of the fingers he unabashedly sucked at. He could almost say that he was starting to drown in the pleasure, giving himself to the sheer force of it all, until everything came to a grinding halt. In its place was hot sticky cum, and that alone almost made him crumble.

He groaned softly around Fae's fingers, unable to voice 'don't be'. He practically followed them as everything that filled him left him, feeling woefully empty by their new absence.

But it's the decompression of his body that he takes the most pleasure in, sighing in relief when he's not bent in half any longer. If he wasn't still hard, horny, and being jerked off, he might have started breathing somewhat normally now that he could. Instead, his muscles tighten and toes curl, breath coming in soft pants.

Keelan was quickly becoming more of a mess. He could feel it in his muscles and the building tension in his gut. The devilish tongue licking along his sensitive hole, the muscle twitching in response, only seemed to make him tighten more. He shivered, a soft moan Fae's reward as his hands found either side of the other man, fingers digging in to grip on for dear life. It wasn't long before his own release came, hot and fast across his own face and neck, thanks to the angle of his body.

After a long moment, golden eyes slid open to look up, his lips parting enough to lick the cum away before speaking. "You really are a savage." A soft chuckle followed, lips curved to look more pleased about this than turned off by it.

When Keelan comes, the sight of it is enough to reawaken some faint pulses of arousal within Fae. He's rarely the sentimental type, but the look of sheer pleasure and fulfillment on Keelan's face makes his chest swell. How long has it been, really? Since he's gotten to do this in a completely enjoyable, completely consensual manner? He's spent so long fighting for his pleasure, deconstructing sex to nothing but the feeling of a nameless cock inside him, that he'd nearly forgotten what it is like to simply want someone, and have them want you back.

Then Keelan calls him a savage again, and Fae blinks before chuckling along with him. "And you're caught in its teeth," he jokes, playfully biting at the meat of Keelan's thigh beside his head.

If they had the time, he'd start pushing for another round, a chance to feel Keelan inside him, too. It seems like Keelan is as cocky as Fae is, and Fae would never admit it out loud, but he likes the ones who can match him the most - who can get him to shut up.

Right now though, Fae's humor slips rather quickly. He hasn't forgotten their exchange, and his grip loosens some, allowing Keelan to slide down until only his hips are resting against Fae's, and Fae is crawling over him. "I'm serious, y'know." He knows Keelan agreed, but no one's exactly thinking straight with a dick up their ass. His eyes hold Keelan's, a pink bang slipping past his cheek as he leans forward. "About running."

The light post-sex moment filled with joking and banter helps to remind Keelan what being normal felt like, too. Not only was it refreshing, but it helped to make him smile like he had before his nightmare started.

"I know." Keelan said, certain of his answer. He didn't know Fae well - who could say they did, being in each others company for the short length of time they had - but something in him knew that he was an honorable man. Something told him that it wasn't a lie, because there was no reason to lie. So far, their time spent in each others company had been honest. Keelan had no interest in breaking or betraying that. "This room has been my prison for three years. If you'll take me with you, I'll go, but leaving won't be easy with the guards around."

His hands slid along Fae's sides, tracing muscle gently, until he abandoned it to brush pink hair away from the other man's eyes. "When we leave, we can take what we can carry from this room to sell for money, most of it's expensive silk or gold so master could bolster the price for me. But if it's all the same to you, I'd love to keep the oils. We're probably going to need them." He finishes off with a wink, smile turning more cheeky.

When Keelan's fingers brush his skin in such an affectionate gesture, Fae stiffens. Outside the heat of sex, the touch might as well be foreign to him in its pointless simplicity. He swallows and catches Keelan's hand, lowering it as he tries to smirk through his discomfort. "That better be a promise," he chuckles.

But then, he's swallowing, eyes lidding in thought. "No one's ever come with me."

Or is it more that Fae has never bothered to take anyone with him? He supposes both of those answers contain merit. He's met very few who are as bold and reckless with their own lives as he is, but he's also only kept his own interest as a priority. People can hold you back, worrying about someone makes you weaker for yourself, it's much more difficult to have to consider someone else's life than to simply rip through decisions with just your own on the line.

Keelan said honorable, but he doesn't know. He has no idea what kind of person Fae becomes in a situation where his humanity will only drag him down and keep him front what he wants. Savage is right. Savage is perfect. He doesn't want to subject Keelan to that kind of life or to how cruel he can truly be, but he also can't leave him behind. Not when Fae can see the hunger for freedom slowly beginning to burn in the golden depths of Keelan's eyes. He knows that hunger too well, and he'd do anything to satiate it.

"Not gonna lie, I'd be kinda worried about you slowin' me down." Fae laughs, shaking his head as he looks around the room, impressed by how much more Keelan has considered than him. "But it's been like five minutes and you've already thought harder about this than I have. So maybe you're not so hopeless."

There's more to it than brute force after all, that's just where Fae's strengths lie. He's strong and he's clever, but Keelan seems to have the practicalities covered already, which is something Fae wouldn't have thought about until he had to.

He feels like he should warn Keelan again, tell him that once you run, you don't stop running. It's a life of constantly looking over your shoulder, never finding another home because you can't afford to stay in one place for too long. Never trusting. Never sleeping the same.

But he won't disrespect him by telling him any of that. Keelan has had the same experiences Fae has - Keelan knows what he's getting into. He's choosing it.

With that in mind, Fae leans in, reaching an arm out for Keelan's forgotten robes as he smirks down at him. There's a dark seriousness to his tone that contrasts the ease of his expression. "You're in this now, then." He pulls the robe over Keelan's face and then stands, moving towards his own clothes. "Get what we need, Keelan."

It would be hard to miss Fae stiffening, but the gesture of lowering his hand is as blatant as a candle's light piercing the night. Keelan didn't know what bothered the other man about that, but he took the hint enough. After sex had been forced on him for so long, he understood the necessity for boundaries and not breaching them.

"I still owe you." Keelan winked, his hand pulling back to lightly swat at Fae's ass. "And I have a feeling I'll owe you a lot more in the future."

Not just sex, he was sure of that.

Thinking of freedom and being free were different, he knew. The struggle would only just begin when they crossed the threshold of his room, into the hallway. He knew they would never stop running, but part of him wanted to never settle again. To never have to get used to being used for someone's whims again, let alone be locked in a gilded cage. But that part of him also knew that if he were caught the likelihood his punishment was castration was high. That said nothing of what his master would do to Fae, the instigator. They were both taking a huge risk here, both putting themselves in danger. There were things he would have to do to keep them both safe, so his humanity was at just as much of a risk.

But where Fae thought there was weakness in numbers, Keelan thought there was strength. One pair of eyes could only look in one direction at a time, while two could watch each others back and make sure no one got the drop on them. Or, at least, had a harder time doing so.

Keelan peeled the robe from his face and stood when Fae moved, the spark of life inside of him igniting even more. He wrapped the robe around himself and moved to the basin, cleaning his own mess off himself quickly, then tying the robe together. It was one of the few garments he owned, any other clothes kept with his master in the event he played escort.

"I hate to tell you this, but you haven't seen me fight yet. I'm probably still hopeless." Because he'd been trained to take a hit, not dodge one. It would take work and time to rewrite that.

Once he was done, he set about rummaging through the room, collecting the oils and anything of worth that was small and placed it in the middle of the bed. When it looked sufficient, Keelan pulled up the silk bed covering - a flimsy sheet - and bundled it into as small a package as he could. "Did you have a plan for escape?"

The playfulness alleviates some of the tension that had knotted in Fae's shoulders. Though he certainly has intentions to hold Keelan to his word later, he's glad their focus has shifted to the matter at hand.

A plan.

"Somethin' like that." Fae snorts, lets his gaze linger on Keelan as the man starts gathering various oils and ornaments from around the room. Again he's taken by how sure the other is, he feels a light flush color his cheeks at the thought that he could have inspired that and rubs the back of his hand against his cheek as if to wipe it away. "Call it more of a gamble than a plan," he says, going for his clothes. His shirt is a lost cause since it was thoroughly ripped, but he does tie his pants after a quick wash at the basin."I'm pretty confident about my odds against those meatheads if I've got an advantage, though."

He gave them enough trouble earlier, to the point they had to restrain him. If he has surprise on his side, he's sure can take one down and at least cripple the other. They're strong, but the brief confrontation they had was enough for him to deduce that they lack skill in a fight - they focus too much on overpowering, hence why they're not separated.

"You a good liar?" Fae asks but his attention is on the various "training" tools littering the walls of the room. "I need you to draw them in here," his fingers are tracing over flogs and leather straps until eventually settling on a decently thick chain, which he plucks off the wall, "make em' think I'm dead weight they gotta drag out." He tests the weight of the chain, the length of it, before seeming to decide it'll do and unclips the collar it's attached it, tossing it aside. His preferred weapon is a dagger or two, but he can work with this. "They might get suspicious - there wasn't a lot of noise going on in here." Turning his attention back to Keelan, Fae approaches him while wrapping the chain around his fist, realizes vaguely he has to tip his head up because the other has a couple of inches on him. "Not the kind they wanted to hear anyway." He chuckles, eyes flicking between Keelan and the bundle he's managed to procure for them. Despite his issues with touching, Fae brings his free hand up to curl his fingers behind Keelan's neck, forcing his head down a bit so their eyes meet. "Just get them close," Fae tells him, his brow furrowed and eyes determined, as if trying to express a silent promise to Keelan: I won't fail you. "Leave the rest to me."

His hand slips away as he leaves, moves closer to the door and turns his back on it before kneeling on the carpet. He makes to lie on his side, so his front will be hidden from view when the two enter, but before he's positioned he looks to Keelan and mouths, "Ready?"

Edited (oMG i POSTED FROM THE WRONG JOURNALflksd;a fuckng hell ignore that i'M DUMB) 2016-10-07 03:52 (UTC)

When Fae calls their escape a gamble, it was Keelan's turn to stiffen up. A spark of panic darkens the hope and rebellion that ignited since Fae was thrown into his room, threatening immediately to extinguish it all together. Gambling was what got Keelan enslaved in the first place and he knew his odds were never good. It made him the easy target for someone like Zeke to take advantage of, and he didn't want to drag Fae down with his poor luck.

Everything before that word had been solid in his mind, too. He was willing to take all the necessary risks, willing to put his life in the other man's hands so they could escape.

The fact that Fae reassured him without ever voicing that he suddenly felt fear was something that almost made him laugh. He allowed himself to be drawn in by that silent promise. To breath and feel the solidity of fingers against the back of his neck. Also to allow himself to realize that that gamble of a plan wasn't a terrible one. That helped.

He swallowed, focusing on answering the question before him. "I never was before, but being here for as long as I have trains you to do a great many things."

Like push aside his fears and live in the moment.

It took Keelan a moment to gather himself before he nodded his readiness and moved to the door, pounding on it loudly to get the guards attention. When it opened, he stared up at the two men, more fat than muscle, and started his act.

"Get this--" His features shifted to frustration, body tensing like he was angry. "thing out of here. It passed out already! I can't train someone who's too weak to handle what the master wants of him."

The two bulky men moved in, one after the other, to check on Fae and for a moment the tension in Keelan's body was real. That fear was coming back as he moved out of the way, eyes darting toward the bed to where the bundle still lay. It wouldn't take much for him to reach out and grab it, but it also wouldn't take much for the two brutish men to realize the dependency either.

Part of him was glad that they were paid for their brawn and not their brain, when they ignored Keelan entirely and leaned down to check on Fae.

Fae's heart picks up with a pulse of adrenaline as thick fingers circle his arm. His body hangs when they heft him up, pink bangs shadowing his eyes as the second man comes closer and grunts with disinterest.

"Didn't sound like-"

That's as far as he gets.

As soon as he's close enough, Fae's body suddenly tenses and he's using the momentum of the grip on his arm to swing his chained fist directly into the second man's face. The force of it is staggering, all the more so because the sound of his fist rending through a thin layer of flesh and into the hard bone beneath only lasts a moment, but it's enough to land the grunt his side - hollering - cradling the bloody side of his face that's nearly been crushed.

Fae doesn't waste any time. While the second one is struggling through the burst of pain in his face, the chain whips free from Fae's fingers until he clutches only the end of it and then drops his weight to the side, forcing the man that's still got a hold on him to stumble. In his panic, he throws a fist, but Fae swiftly avoids it and spins on his heel, throwing the chain about the man's neck and grabbing onto both ends from behind him. He lets him hit the floor and jams his foot into his back to keep him from pushing up. He nearly topples when the other still manages to twist and grip his ankle but the quick work of Fae's fingers loops the chain around again and yanks.

The man slides towards him a few inches, thick folds of fat bleeding over the constriction as Fae applies more pressure, sneering as the man's face begins to darken in color, as he slaps and grapples at Fae's legs and wheezes for air.

"Don't worry," Fae breathes, smirking wildly, "I haven't forgotten about you."

His words are directed to the second man coming up behind him, who's stealth might have been effective were it not for his bull-like presence and labored, furious breathing. Fae keeps the chain ends wrapped around his fist to hold the pressure as he sidesteps another strike and elbows the man in the face with little effort. The blood in his eyes makes his movements sloppy, purely driven by a literal blind rage, so Fae easily drives a knee into his stomach, knocks the wind out of him and drops him to his hands so Fae can ram his knee in a second time - to his face.

One man's eyes are bulging from his purple face, rivulets of blood leaking from where the chain's cut into his skin, and the other is barely recognizable beyond the mangled, bloody mess that his head has become.

Fae's done well about dodging them but he can't exactly keep this up - his knuckles are bleeding and there's a dull throb in his knee that's he's certain will flare up once the adrenaline dies down.

Quickly, he drops into a crouch, palming the chained man's clothes until his fingers slip into a pocket and come out with a key. He'd sigh in relief if he had the time but for the moment his only concern is escape - they've made too much noise, their window is probably closing much more rapidly now.

He abandons them both, snatches the makeshift sack Keelan had made off the bed as the first man gasps and struggles for air, tearing the chain from his throat.

Fae ignores him completely, shoving Keelan out the door before slamming it shut behind them and jamming the key into the lock, seconds before a violent banging erupts from behind it.

"FUCKING GARBAGE!" One of the men is screaming, infuriated. "WE'LL KILL YOU!"

Fae glowers. "Not easily."

He throws the sack over his shoulder and starts tugging at Keelan with a sharp urgency. "You know the way, right? Let's go - now, now!"

Didn't sound like-- had Keelan's heart racing faster than the initial fear of their escape being a gamble. It was acknowledgement of this being a rouse. Were they already doomed? Would they be caught? Could they really make their escape?

A million more questions surged through his mind, even as Fae sprang to life and started overtaking both guards. It rooted him, unable to tear his golden eyes away from the action in front of him. For more than one reason.

Watching Fae was almost mesmerizing. He moved so fluidly and easily that he wanted to take his comment back earlier about having done a horrible job at keeping himself from being captured. Right now, it was obvious how much it must have taken to subdue him. Even though he'd gotten the drop on the two guards, he was handling them in a way that made it look effortless. He imagined that there must have been more, a circle of men tasked with taking a single person down, and to Keelan that was admirable. It was also inspiring, his fear sliding back into the depths where it came. Around someone like Fae, he knew he would be safe and was being shown as much. The problem laid with Keelan being the weak link, but with such an inspirational display before him and a willingness to never come back, he would do everything in his own power to hold himself up and not rely so heavily on the beautiful, savage man currently fighting to free them both.

He hadn't known his hands were balled into fists of his own until Fae was done, grabbing both their bundle and tugging him into motion. It didn't take much to get him to move along, his feet heavy and hesitant for only the first couple of steps. Then, once they were over the threshold of his door it was easier.

"This way!" He called, taking the lead. Keelan had only been out of his room a small number of times, but he remembered the path like it was marked on the inside of his eyelids. It was hard not to remember a path out, when you dreamed about one day finally walking to freedom. It was also hard not to remember the path, since any time he'd seen it, it lead him to some of his most rough nights in Zeke's service, catering to whole parties of perverse men who wanted a piece of him.

A shiver of recollection ran through him as he shifted to run down hallways and stairs, guiding them to the only exit he knew. Only to find that it was locked, Keelan throwing his weight against it with a frustrated cry when the door wouldn't budge.

"This is the only way I know!" He growled, jerking the handle with a rough tug, as if brute force alone would make the door move.

That's not good.

"Shit," Fae doesn't even bother to try pulling at the door himself, he's already looking for other options. There isn't enough time to go searching for another exit, Fae was too frustrated when he was first brought in to focus on his surroundings or mark exits. He usually has more time in the environment to plan for things like this but their decision to run together happened so quickly, he was putting his bets on Keelan's knowledge of the layout - if this was the only way Keelan knew, then this was the only option they had.

If he had the right tools, a locked door would only be small hurdle, but aside from their thin clothes and the silk sack of oils and ornaments in his hand, he doesn't have anything to work with. He walks away from Keelan briefly, touching nearby walls and decorative pieces - anything that might spark an idea. His fingers brush over a vase - he could break it, make shards sharp enough to stab in a fight - but that idea is quickly thrown out. That would draw attention to their location in an instant and who knows how many grunts would be sent, he's already injured and he's not built for drawn-out fights, he wouldn't be able to protect Keelan and himself.

Fae curses again as he comes back, chewing his lip in thought as he prepares to tell Keelan they may have to look elsewhere, dodging corners and prowling guards as best they can. That's as good as suicide in their condition but Fae isn't the type to give up until he's exhausted every possible option he has.

Then his gaze catches on a glint in Keelan's hair, and his mouth parts in surprise.

There, tucked into the band holding Keelan's hair are two gold pins embedded with small jewels. It's nothing but decoration, clearly, but at that moment Fae might as well have been handed a set of keys.

"Keelan!" He covers his mouth - he's smiling - he said the name a bit too loud in his excitement and he tries to smother the sparks of hope he feels before lowering his fingers. "You shithead," he laughs, as if Keelan had been keeping a secret from him, but the man looks confused when Fae reaches to pluck out the pins in his hair. "I told you you're not useless."

After passing the sack to Keelan, Fae crouches in front of the door, sticking one pin in the corner of his mouth while wriggling the other into the lock. "I can open it, but I need a little time." He's glad he's turned away from Keelan because when he starts working the pick, his knuckles scream in protest and he winces sharply, a bead of sweat running down his cheek. It's definitely fractured, but he doesn't have time to think about that right now. He talks to Keelan as he works, but his eyes stay entirely on the task in front of him - narrowed and focused. "You're gonna have to look out for us as best you can - just a few minutes. I promise."

While Fae went looking for anything to work with, Keelan stayed with the door. After he was done with trying to force it open to no avail, his frustration and rage that it wouldn't budge having no outlet, he thought of the windows. Keelan was sure that even the windows here had bars on them, or he would look for something to throw through them for escape. Zeke kept his slaves in an iron clad prison, albeit sometimes a nice looking one. But he knew that was to keep them complacent. To keep them from escape because they could have it worse elsewhere under a different owner.

He was already ready to give up, seeing nothing they could use to get out. Having no escape after all. Keelan knew his luck would infect Fae and he was immediately sorry to have doomed them both. He was even ready to apologize when Fae returned, his mouth open to speak. But he was cut off by the smile, confusion following.

What was there to even smile about? They wouldn't be making their escape after all.

Soon, it was obvious and he let a sigh sweep through him, almost forcing him to sag for a moment when the pins were taken from his hair. He knew immediately what they would be used for, and drew back to give Fae space to work on the lock.

"I refuse to take credit for that," He laughed softly, steps silent as he moved toward the hall. "But even still, remind me later that I owe you a proper thanks anyway. For everything."

Keelan kept his eyes on the hall, trusting Fae to do his work. After a long minute, he heard the lumbering men before he saw them, their wheezing and threats loud enough. In that moment, he didn't know how long it would take for Fae to finish unlocking the door or if he was almost done. But there was something that flashed through his mind that terrified him.

Despite only just coming to know the pink haired man, if it came down to it... Keelan would throw himself at their mercy to save the other man and make sure at least one of them escaped. No matter what it did to himself.

"I don't think we have much time," Came his loud whisper, hoping the guards wouldn't hear him but Fae would. "How much longer before you're finished?"

Fae's jaw clenches in frustration - he'd be done already, but his hand is giving him trouble, his joints are throbbing and his fingers are shaking when he needs them to be as precise as possible. The stress tinting Keelan's voice tells him they're not alone though, and so instead of answering, Fae exhales sharply to keep his composure, keep his hands steady and ignores the pain pounding against his movements as he carefully tilts one of the pins up.

It clicks.

Though his heart skips in excitement, there's no time for celebrating. Fae pushes the door open, clutches the pins in his bloody hand and grabs at Keelan with the other.

They come out into a large foyer and the exit is right there, separated only by a single, velvet-lined staircase. But the men Keelan saw can't be but seconds behind them and Fae isn't confident about their speed - for all he knows the door waiting for them just a few feet beyond that last step could be locked as well. Fae never doubts his instincts, and right now his gut is only screaming one word at him:

Hide, hide, hide!

He yanks Keelan away from the stairs, their feet pressing into the lush maroon carpeting of an extended hallway as Fae whisks them by barred windows spilling shafts of moonlight over several doors. He won't open any of them. There's a chance one of them might be a decent hideaway - a closet, a linen room - but there's just as much a chance they'll walk in on something they haven't been invited to, and Fae's got his reckless luck but he knows where the line meets stupidity.

What he stops at is a thick curtain that's drawn across one of the windows. It stands out a bit because not many are covered, but it's mundane enough not to be suspicious. He pulls it aside and his nose scrunches at one issue.

Standing room only.

If they both try to fit behind it, something will definitely look out of place. Without thinking much beyond that, Fae pushes Keelan flat against the window and looks at him sternly, amber eyes narrowed and serious. "Don't move," he tells him, raises a bloody finger to his own lips in a second order to keep silent, and then lets the curtain swish back into place between them.

He keeps moving, grateful for the darkness and color of the carpeting that's eating the blood spots he knows he's left behind. He can hear the men's voices echoing throughout the foyer - but the door was open, one complains.

Fae doesn't know how long it will be until they can move freely, their goal is so close, but he needs to find his own dark space to sink into until it's safe to make a break for it.

What he finds more troubling though, is the thought that Keelan might slip up. Not out of any clumsiness or fear, but because he might begin to worry Fae will leave him behind, and choose to fall into his master's graces to lessen his own punishment.

Fae doesn't want to think this way, but he does, because he knows in any other situation that's exactly what he would do - leave and not look back, no matter who he's left on the ground behind him. Keelan would be right to think that way about him, a world where everyone is self-interested is much easier to predict, much easier to control. Fae has always thought this way.

But as he hears those voices rise in volume, slowly invading the space around him, Fae finds himself hoping that Keelan will trust him, at least through this. He doesn't know why he cares that much, maybe because they're so similar, and Keelan deserves his freedom just as much as Fae does. But Fae suspects it also has a bit to do with how quickly and easily Keelan put faith in him - even if it ends up being misguided, Fae can't bring himself to break something that he spent no effort to draw out, that was so honestly given to him.

He won't.

In a swift beat, Keelan pushed himself as he was pulled toward the newly opened doorway. He took a moment to scoop the silk bundle into his arms and crush it to his chest so that the contents didn't rattle and give them away any more than their footsteps did. A burst of eager energy overtakes him, his skin buzzing with the excitement that freedom was truly on their horizon. Then, he can see the last staircase they would have to descend to be rid of this wretched place, but he was pulled away from it before he could clearly see the landing.

For a moment anger blazes it's way through his veins, wanting to pull Fae back toward the door. Why did they already come so far, only to hide now? But he knows already, he should remain calm. They were running on Fae's luck and Fae's instinct to pull them through this, not Keelan's. That's the reason he allows himself to be pressed to behind the curtains of a window, silently nodding that he understood.

But the thing that had him worried wasn't Fae leaving him behind. The other man had already gone through enough trouble that to do so now would be ridiculous. Unless he had always been the distraction or the lookout. But even that didn't make sense, if he was being hidden first.

No, the thing that worried him was the blood he saw dripping from Fae's knuckles. Everything had been so fast, he hadn't the time to notice that he'd been hurt or at what point the wound occurred. He knew then that hiding had been the best option for their escape, to keep from Fae suffering more damage. But for how long? The house was only so big. There were only so many places that they could hide before one or both of them were caught.

Sacrifice was on his mind, but not for the reason that Fae thought and only if he had to. It was a last ditch effort.

As his mind raced, Keelan heard heavy steps move through the hallway toward himself. They were so obviously not the steps of someone small, and he knew it was one of the hulking guards.

Keelan closed his eyes, breathing silenced as best he could to keep calm. He listened. Waited. stayed motionless just waiting for the guard to pass. It seemed an eternity, and it was so crystal clear the guard had no intention of moving any time soon. Not when he heard a hiss and the slap of hand on the wall.

"God damn pink haired freak. I'm going to kill him when I get my hands on him!" The man said around the clog of whatever was probably keeping his broken nose from dripping along the carpet.

He smiled, knowing that wouldn't be an easy task.

"You found 'em yet?" The other guard called, his footsteps falling into step behind the other. The heavy clap of a meaty hand resounded as the second guard pushed into the first. "Quit standin' around or Zeke'll have our heads instead!"

"Fuck you, I'm tryin' not to die here!"

"Do that on your own time. I'm not interested in the crack of a whip just because you're a pussy who can't take a broken nose."

"Sod off. He damn near killed killed you too, or did you forget that chain around your neck so soon?"

The second guard grunted, shoving the first. "Move your ass. Unlike you, I'm gonna follow through on my threat to kill the bastard, and I can only do it if we catch 'em."

"Yeah yeah."

Then, they finally moved. For Keelan's part, he'd stayed motionless. Fearless as he just concentrated on breathing and hoping neither of them got their hands on Fae.

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keelan wanted it so he got it

and he'll love every minute of it

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https://i.imgur.com/mhEpJqi.png i got this 4 them wHEEZE

OMG THAT'S BEAUTIFUL also I hope you're staying safe!

i'm so glad u like it _(┐「ε:)_ ❤ also action is fun but it take me 90 year to write lol

I do! I also like the tag, but it's nicer to know you're okay haha. Stupid matthew

1/2 matthew was such a joke i'll tell u bout it when i can hop on Discord (but ty for worrying ;; )

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where'd the key go? lmao

LOL I THOUGHT!! maybe it was only for his room but this is fine omg Keelan..he'd fight 4 him

he would!! they've developed a quick bond haha