bakerstreet | The Slave Auction Meme

The Slave Auction Meme

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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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"I don't," Keelan agreed, smiling at Fae. Before tonight, smiles were rare. Yet in the other man's presence it seemed hard not to. Where his life had been bleak and colorless before, now it was vivid and bright. Fae gave him that just by warming a part of Keelan that hadn't been touched in a long time. Just by amusing him and setting him free. "but I want to."

His grip is firm enough not to let Fae's hand go, continuing to dab at the man's knuckles to clean them. Fae's knuckles already looked red and angry, pulling the smile from Keelan's lips. The more intelligent part of him knew that after that fight in his old room, it would be hard to escape without any scratches. But the part of him that disliked violence wished that kind of sacrifice hadn't needed to be made in order to free them.

On a whim, he leaned down to brush his lips lightly against the injury in a gentle kiss. As if to apologize, perhaps.

"You freed me and injured yourself in the process, at least let me take care of your wounds." Keelan leg then swung over to straddle Fae's waist, his ass coming to rest in the other man's lap and hands on either side of his head. Leaning down, he smirked. "Besides, I believe I owe you and I'm willing to pay up once I know you won't bleed all over the place."

Keelan won't let go, and though it bothers him, Fae's too stubborn to admit it also feels nice. His fingers are much softer than Fae's, and the firm enclosure of Keelan's palm around his is warmer and more secure than anything Fae's used to. That's a strange thought, and Fae badly wants to suppress the sudden, nervous roiling in the pit of his stomach, but for the moment he lets it go. If only to placate Keelan (and maybe, quietly, because he's too tired to properly take care of himself right now). "Whatever," he mutters, head still turned away. "Do what you want."

Fae is relieved when a few moments later, Keelan releases him and moves to straddle his waist. The tension loosens in his shoulders as Keelan's weight settles in his lap, a small smirk curling Fae's lips as a flirty and mildly vulgar retort sits on his tongue - only to crumble suddenly when Keelan finishes speaking.

Fae knows Keelan is being playful. That's a good thing, really. It means he's comfortable and his spirits are high, and for that Fae is absolutely glad. But the persistent gratitude sets him on edge - not just because he doesn't feel like it's necessary, but also because he wonders if Keelan really understands how unnecessary it is.

"Hey," Fae calls, lids falling halfway over his golden eyes, brow furrowed. "Not that I don't want to, but..." His hands hover over Keelan's waist, but he seems hesitant to grab and settles for placing them lightly over his thighs instead. "It's yours now. Again. I mean," he snorts a small laugh, "your body never stops being yours, but what I'm saying..." His eyes flick up, catching Keelan's with a serious look. "It's not all you're good for, and you shouldn't feel like you have to use it to pay me back or nothin'."

After being used for other people's pleasure for so long, it's easy to forget it's not all you have to offer. Fae doesn't want him to think this is the trade-off - Keelan might not even realize he's thinking that way himself. The behavior can be so ingrained it's difficult to parse obligation from actual desire.

"If you wanna do that, I only wanna hear it's because I'm such a good lay. Amazing. Talented. Best fuck this side of Thedas." Fae grins with a little half-shrug, trying to lighten the mood with his confidence, but after a moment, he's serious again. He grabs Keelan's face, which is already hovering over him. It's not really meant to be intimate, it's more that he wants all of Keelan's attention on his next words - because Fae means them, "You don't owe me. We're equal."

If Keelan wants to sleep with him, Fae is fine with that. If Keelan wants to leave, Fae is fine with that too. All that matters to him is that it's Keelan's choice.

At first there was a note of confusion on Keelan's features, unsure of what Fae was getting at. Then, it sank in when he went into further elaboration, leaving him more amused than ever. That was something basic that Keelan should have understood, and he did. He was very much still under the mentality that he was good for little more than sex, but that wasn't why he was on Fae's lap. It wasn't even why he was saying he wanted to nurse the other man before they screwed again.

But neither was Fae being a good lay the reason, either.

With his face in Fae's hands, he couldn't shake his head, so instead his amusement softened his face. "I think you're misunderstanding me here."

Saying that, Keelan did appreciate that he had to be reminded. That there was a line drawn saying he wasn't trading one master for another. He wasn't just giving himself to Fae because he was indebted now, he was doing it because he promised already and because he didn't think there was any better way to celebrate freedom without being caught again. To fuck for pleasure and not be fucked for pleasure seemed perfect.

Shifting his weight to one arm, he lowered the other to slide his hand along the smooth skin of Fae's side, thumb pressing into the dips between lithe muscle. He turned his head in the other man's hands, teeth nipping at the fleshy bit of one of his palms, though his eyes never left the amber pair in front of him.

"As much as I appreciate you telling me that we're equal," He chuckled softly, not laughing at Fae but laughing because this was funny. "I told you I owe you because I promised that I would screw you back in that room when we were free. I want to be a man of my word." Keelan winked then, an amused smile on his lips. "But if you need an ego stroking so bad, I'll own up to the fact I'm having a hard time imagining my dick in you, and not riding yours right now."

Fae shifts awkwardly under Keelan's mouth, beneath the slow caress of his fingers, but a soft puff of relief does escape him as Keelan chuckles at his words.

His concern came from a genuine place, but somehow Keelan laughing off that concern is more reassuring than having it acknowledged. Fae loves to be right, but he would never want to be right about this. If Keelan has managed to keep what makes him Keelan, then that's something to admire. Keelan may struggle to throw a decent punch, but there are certainly more ways to show strength than through a fist.

"Ah," Fae smirks, cocking his head slightly, "you did promise." He doesn't think he's ever met someone so similar to him in this way, and the thought amuses him. How often do you have an argument to bottom? His shoulders shake with a soft chuckle as he draws his knees up, bumping them against Keelan's back. "Did my dick leave that deep of an impression after just one time?" He tilts his head up in a cocky manner, flattening his uninjured hand against his chest. "Fae, you've outdone yourself, you extraordinary pink bastard." His arms flop over his head as his eyes slip shut, a small grin curling his lips. "We should talk more about how great I am when we don't smell like blood and piss."

In Keelan's defense, bottoming was more familiar territory. He just didn't particularly fight against it nor try too hard to, given his job for the last years had been to seduce clientele and let them use him how they saw fit. It was in his blood now and came as second nature. Not something easily washed away in just a few short hours.

"Don't pat yourself on the back too hard," He shook his head, grabbing the cloth again and set about dabbing at the blood on Fae's face. "I wouldn't want you to dislocate your shoulder from it."

Sarcasm, pure and unfiltered. It felt so nice not to have to keep it, or the roll of his eyes, inside anymore. He wondered how much more would be a new, refreshing experience tonight. How much more in the coming future. That alone tugged the corners of his lips up. To think that one man won him over so thoroughly that not only had he changed his initial plan of brutality to compassion, but that man also gave him hope and freedom. Keelan wondered if Fae realized the kind of power he had over others, or if he was the only one affected this much.

"If we paid someone here, would they get us clothes from a merchant?" He asked, sidetracking himself with something that seemed necessary for their running further away from Zeke and his wrath. "We can't continue wearing these on the run. You only have pants, and a silk robe would draw too much attention."

Though Fae wasn't going to have those pants for long, given Keelan's shift off his lap and the gentle slip of fingers beneath the waistband. He began to tug and was thankful when the other man raised his hips to help, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. But instead of making any sexual advances, though his eyes did unabashedly catch an eye full of his dick, he set about cleaning his feet. Blood and piss was not attractive, he would have to agree with that, and bathing was the remedy.

Keelan wouldn't be the first one to feel that way about Fae. It's amazing how keeping your distance from people can give such a clear view into how they work. Fae was trained in the art of persuasion, he knows how to get what he wants. Lies. Manipulation. Sex. Violence. He knows exactly how to exert power over people - with the way he can box up his emotions, it makes doing so almost too easy.

His awkwardness comes when he isn't trying to work that power. There's a Fae that's likeable, that's carefully crafted to be so tooth-achingly sweet and compliant you feel bad for looking at him the wrong way, you give him anything he wants. He doesn't actually exist, and Keelan doesn't know that Fae. The Fae Keelan knows is vulgar, arrogant, and quick to throw a fist - he's made for keeping people at a distance. He's still attractive and will open his legs for nearly anything that shows interest, so any shallow contact is fine, but at his core, Fae is built for solitude.

He wouldn't understand how this Fae - the real Fae - has any kind of long-term appeal to someone.

So he never thinks in the long-term.

Which is probably why he hasn't thought about their clothes, and feels a little ridiculous when Keelan brings it up. Well, more ridiculous, since the man is cleaning his feet and Fae is literally struggling to keep his focus on the ceiling and not jerk his leg away.

An idea sparks though, and he sits up on his elbows to look down at Keelan. "That's not all we can pay for." He presses a hand to Keelan's shoulder to stop his cleaning, gaze flicking over to the sack they brought with them. "Show me what you've got in there."

He found himself following Fae's gaze to the silk bundle and wondered if they were on the same page. They could purchase weapons and food as well, but clothing seemed fairly important to get them into those shops themselves. But either way, Keelan wasn't naive enough to think they could leave right away. It would take days before the heat was cooled off enough for them to smuggle themselves out of town.

Before he moved, though, he finished cleaning Fae's feet. Keelan stood and reached for the silk bundle, tossing it on the bed beside the other man. Most of what was inside would require a smith's forge to melt down into coin - small gold trinkets, jeweled figurines, a pure gold cock ring. After the first few months, Zeke had started giving him more lavish decorations and tools to bolster the room. Keelan was sure that Zeke had been charging more the fancier his room got.

"There's probably a small fortune in there." Keelan shrugged. Nothing from that room held sentimental value.

Moving back to the basin, he soaked the cloth to loose any dirt and wrung it out for himself. A quick tug of the knot at his robe, and soon it was sliding back off of his shoulders, slipping onto the floor in a pile that he would bother washing later. For now, Keelan crossed the room again and sat on the edge of the bed, taking the cloth to the parts of himself that were dirtiest. Mainly his feet and calves, despising how the dirt felt between his toes.

"We might want to persuade a smith to melt them down before we start bartering. The coin will last us longer and we won't have to take what we can get from some shrewd businessman."

Again, Fae stops him, this time pulling the rag from Keelan's fingers entirely. He balls it up and tosses it across the room, where it splashes into the basin, and then he's turning to undo the silk knot and inspect what's been laid out for him.

"You think a lot," Fae muses, chuckling. It's not a bad thing - actually, he thinks with Keelan around to fill in the spaces Fae doesn't bother to even look at, he might find himself in fewer shitty situations. He's good at thinking on his feet, but he could stand to think things through once in a while.

Right now though, he's not thinking about anything as important as the list Keelan just drew out for them. His hand hurts. They're naked in a building that reeks of sex. Keelan still hasn't fucked him nor continued to postpone that promise with more flattery.

His needs are much more basic right now.

After sifting through the items, Fae decides on a small, egg-shaped trinket that glitters gold and rainbows when it's turned in the light. He tosses it up and catches it out of the air before hurrying over to the door.

From inside, Keelan can only see that he pokes his head out and calls a young girl over - not a courtesan, probably a hand-maiden - and after a small conversation and handing her the trinket, Fae comes back to Keelan spinning a bath token on his finger.

"Clothes are on the way," he proclaims, grinning. "We can think more later." He stops spinning the token by catching it between his first two fingers. "Right now, I'm in the mood for a bath."

"He--" The moment that Fae took the cloth from him and threw it across the room was the moment he gave a very, very dirty look. Did he not just complain of them smelling like piss and blood? The most logical step was to wash that off, hence the basin and cloth. Keelan's toes flexed, the miserable feeling of dirt and mud still between his toes making him feel a little gross and frustrated.

Keelan could argue that thinking was one of the few activities that kept him sane in his captivity, but at the moment he was so affronted he didn't feel like trading barbs. Apparently being dirty would be an adjustment for the future.

He was still giving Fae that dirty look, even as he watched the other man cross the room and spoke to someone outside the door. Even as he toyed with the bath token and grinned at him. However, with the proclamation of a bath, he finally understood. His features smoothed out and he looked far less agitated, even calm now. "I wasn't aware they had a bath in a place like this."

The irritation that scrunches Keelan's expression both surprises and amuses Fae. He didn't realize he hadn't seen such a face on him since he was first thrown into his room back at the manor. Not that he wants Keelan to be upset with him, not really, but he gets a kick out of needling people, and Keelan's dirty looks are as attractive to Fae as his smoldering ones. He wonders what else can make him pout like that.

"They've got bunches of baths. You can't really run a place like this without a bath." He chuckles, pulling Keelan from the bed. "And Big Boss just paid out a nice one for us."

After grabbing towels from a cherry-wood wardrobe in the room, Fae leads them down the hallway and deeper into the brothel house. The boisterous laughter and occasional bout of moaning seem dull and smothered the further they walk, until they've come to an elaborate double-door room that Fae presses the token into and twists to open.

Inside is a washroom that looks far too decorated to be called by such a simple name. Red silks hang on the walls from which protrude several low-lit lamps, giving the room a soft, warm glow. There are oils and bath salts layered alongside a narrow, but decently sized tub, already filled with steaming water. There are also wrappings and cleaners set aside on a counter for Fae's wound, as well as sponges for bathing.

"Fancy, huh? Too much for my tastes, but," Fae shrugs, pulling his towel from around his waist and tossing it aside. That egg bought them a luxury night, clothes, and two days of lodging, so for now they could rest easy. He picks up one of the sponges on his way to the tub, and then he's throwing a leg over the rim and sinking into the water. He grins as his arms hang over the edge and jerks his head in a motion for Keelan to join him. "Since you were so intent on bathing me, I thought I'd make it a group activity." He lifts the sponge. "I'm a fair guy."

Allowing himself to be pulled to his feet, he suddenly felt very grateful that Fae knew so much about the brothel they were staying at. It not only allowed them a safe haven, but was providing comforts he was familiar with. Probably the last ones he would experience for some time once they started making their way away from town.

"I kept clean mostly by basin," Keelan admitted, not particularly ashamed of this. "But every once in a while he would reward me by bringing in a metal tub to soak in."

Nevermind that each time he'd been 'rewarded' with a bath, it was for one of two reasons. To sleep with Zeke or clean himself after the man's parties. A shiver ran through him with the memory and he found himself walking a little closer to Fae, his protective presence soothing to Keelan's nerves.

As the doors to the washroom opened, he found himself practically floored with its opulence. Silks and finely decorated rooms he was used to, but this felt a little too decadent. Not particularly being a deterrent, he padded into the room and let the door shut behind himself, his own towel slipping from around his hips.

"More than fair," His lips curved, and soon he was slipping into the water opposite Fae, a long sigh following. "But I did bathe you twice, so this more than makes up for that." Keelan cheekily winked, though it might seem more dopey than intended. The water felt very nice, and was threatening to melt him.

It is dopey, and that's what makes Fae's shoulders shake with soft laughter. He shoves his sponge into the water, making sure the movement causes enough of a splash that stray droplets force Keelan to shut both eyes against the assault. "Are you sayin' that since you been there you haven't sat in a real bathtub?" He sits back, folding his legs up so his knees stick out of the water as his hand drags down one of Keelan's legs. "He must've been a real asshole, not to let you have even that. I've gotten assholes, too." His hand hooks beneath Keelan's ankle before he's pulling it from the water and settling the dirty foot he'd been making such a face about against his chest. "Maybe some of them weren't as bad if you look from the outside, but to me, they're all assholes. Every one." Fae snorts and snatches a soap bar from the sill by the tub, lathering the sponge before using his good hand to start scrubbing at Keelan's foot as he speaks. "Doesn't matter if they tear you up or never touch you at all, at the end of it, they still think you're property. They still think you're less than them. Tch."

Because he was an elf, a lot of his buyers would often hesitate to rough him up too much, even when his mouth would push them to the edge of patience. His value goes down if you fuck up his pretty face, discolor his unusual hair, or ruin the pointed tips of his ears. He never made things easy though, being as violent as he is, especially since elves have a reputation for usually being frail, delicate things - his aggression adds to his "rarity", which sounds nice on paper, but once they get a hold of him they understand why he's being sold for pennies now.

None of that matters to him though, there isn't a nuance to this type of thing and middle-ground is a seldom used word in Fae's vocabulary. Whether you're buying a person just to feed it and show it off to others or using it solely as a hole to shove your dick into - both situations are equally revolting to Fae, but at least you can get some fun out of one.

As he thinks, Fae absently washes the dirt from between Keelan's toes. Then, suddenly, his eyes flick up to meet Keelan's. "He seemed extra fuckin' proud to have you on a leash though. How'd you get mixed up with him anyway?"

A chuckle slipped from his lips, his hands coming up to shield himself from the splash. They weren't there in time, but that was fine. It was only water and a nice lightheartedness that seemed to tug at his chest and warm him through.

"A bath like this?" He asked, his fingers running along the porcelain side. "No."

Keelan's sentiment wasn't as black and white as Fae's, though. There were times where clients were gentle with him, wanting only his company and not the warmth of a willing hole. They were few and far between, and often it lead him to wonder if that was his master's scheduling to be nice to him, or they just paid coin for the sake of being in the room with someone easy on the eyes.

His toes spread easily for the other man to clean, any ticklishness teased out of him long ago. It was nice being bathed like this. Being taken care of, rather than having to do the work. He wondered if Fae would ever realize how grateful he was for the entire night and whatever would come in the future.

But then Fae is asking him how he came into Zeke's service, and he looks rather defeated. "Before, I had been a free man. My means weren't much, but even so I had a gambling problem. Zeke bought my debt and locked me away, forcing me to pay him back by servicing clients."

One day he may tell the whole story, but for now that one sufficed.

It's enough for Fae, who cocks his head with a small hum. "A gambling shopkeep, hm?" That's so mundane he can't help but smile. Fae doesn't waste his time lamenting about his past, but he'll still be the first to tell you it was rough. It was a lot harder than a lot of people have it. But he doesn't complain, because as traumatic or awful as his experiences may have been, they also equipped him with the skills he needs to fight, to take care of himself. He's been doing it for so long that being in the presence of someone who can't really do the same on the level that he can is...surreal.

Maybe he did help him more than he wants to give himself credit for, but he won't let Keelan deny that he's capable. Even more so than Fae, in a way, since Keelan had so much more to lose.

"It's a shitty thing, to feel like you can't get yourself out of your own problems," Fae murmurs, dragging the sponge down the length of Keelan's leg, "especially when you're the one who caused them." Then, Fae's smiling again, his hand stopping at the crease where Keelan's thigh meets his hip. "But I'd say your luck's on the rise now." He crawls forward, droplets of water raining from his body before he sinks down again, settled in Keelan's lap. It's a provocative position, but his expression isn't suggesting anything lewd - it's bright, interested. "What are you planning to do with it?"

"Don't say that." Keelan's expression twisted to seriousness, a hint of pain lurking in his golden eyes. Gambling... He had absolutely learned his lesson and knew the full extent of the consequences to his actions. If he could help it, which he was sure that he could, he wasn't about to make those mistakes again. Not when he knew it would cost him freedom. Especially if he knew it would cost them both freedom. Keelan had never been someone who would risk another person's safety for selfish gain. "Luck doesn't exist, only poor choices and good ones."

Despite his words, he was more than comfortable with Fae in his lap, shifting so that they could both relax freely. He even slid his arms around the other man easily, holding onto him with a light grip. And, perhaps, unabashedly his hands rested on his ass. Just because he wanted to.

"But if you're asking me what kind of choices I'll make, I hope good ones that benefit the both of us." Keelan tipped his head slightly to better look at Fae, his lips curving a fraction. It didn't slip his notice that Fae was asking him what he would do while escaping with a stranger. Though, admittedly, Fae had already started feeling less and less like a stranger before they even left the mansion.

Leaning forward a little, he placed his lips against Fae's throat, a gentle kiss before he trailed up to nibble on Fae's adam's apple. "I promise I won't be useless to you, though."

Again, once Keelan's arms wrap around his waist, his mouth murmuring against the skin of Fae's throat, he goes rigid.

It's his own fault. He was the one who dropped himself into Keelan's lap, who invited touching by getting them in a tub in the first place, but it still throws him off. His heart thunders in his ears and he has to force himself not to jerk. He's still not sure how to deal with this type of interaction, and it unnerves him. But the touching isn't the only thing that has him frozen in thought.

Us. You.

Remember what Fae said about not thinking long-term? That definitely applies to people. Though he did want to help Keelan, it was never in his mind that this arrangement was anything more than a temporary one. Aside from a few nights to heal up, gather coin and some supplies, they were both free to go their own ways - Fae simply assumed that's how it would go. That's how he needs it go.

As much as he gets along with Keelan, he shouldn't stay with him. He can't.

But can he leave him, when he knows Zeke and that monster of a man he calls Bruce will be after him...?

Technically, it's not his concern. Keelan is Keelan and Fae is Fae. He helped him, but that doesn't mean he's responsible for him. Fae has his own life that he's trying to carve out and Keelan should do the same for himself.

Still though, why does that notion make his stomach twist in all the wrong ways? It's never been an issue before. He's done much worse, to much less deserving people.

What is he so afraid of, really? That Keelan will drag him back? That Keelan likes him too much?

...Yeah, actually. Both of those things make his gut feel like it's about to drop out of his ass.

He swallows and leans forward a little, resting his chin on Keelan's shoulder so he can't see Fae's expression.

He hasn't thought this hard about someone in a long time.

Worrying so much isn't like him at all, and so Fae puts in a conscious effort to exhale, to allow his body to sink into Keelan's. He could be blowing things out of proportion - maybe Keelan doesn't want them together as long as he thinks, and maybe he doesn't actually want more from him than an easy friend and good sex. Fae is having fun, and that's all he wants to think about right now, at least, in this moment, with someone warm and receptive beneath him.

If he's right about all that other shit then, well...he'll hit that wall when it comes to him. That method has always worked out in the past.

There's a reason he doesn't like to think.

Eyes lidded and lips quirked into a bare smile, Fae's hands fall over Keelan's shoulders and wander down the length of his back. "Heh," he reaches far enough to dip the sponge in the water, then brings it out again to lather Keelan's skin, "you're right - about choices." Fae huffs, working the sponge somewhat lazily over Keelan's back. "And quit sayin' you're useless. If you feel that way because you can hardly hold your fist right, then..." He chews his lip, tightening into himself a bit, which just causes him to press closer to the other man. "I'll fix that," he promises, grinning a little wryly as his the fingers of his injured hand trail lightly through the froth of the soap he's spread. "Once my hand's not fucked up."

With Fae in his lap, it would be difficult not to feel how he'd gone rigid against him. How the other man went stiff at his gentle touch. Despite feeling like days ago when it had only been a few hours at best, Keelan's mind flashed back to his old room. To their conversation and the same way Fae locked up when Keelan was gentle with him. It couldn't be coincidence, especially after how savagely Fae had fucked him. While he had no qualms or complaints, it was getting easier to understand what was going on.

Either it was intimacy that Fae feared, or he was just that used to brutality that he didn't know what to do when someone wanted to be nice to him. If it was the former, Keelan could understand. But there were no intentions other than making Fae feel good. He didn't want to worm his way into the other man's heart, he just wanted the companionship and comfort of a kindred soul. However long that lasted. Even if it was obvious that Keelan found Fae interesting and likable already.

If it was the later, it made his chest tighten, his heart going out to the other man. No one should ever feel that way, no matter what they'd gone through, and he wished there was something he could do about it. Outside of reinforcing that it was okay to accept the caress of someone's touch.

But that was also Keelan being oblivious to whatever troubled Fae's mind.

As the other man relaxed more, a hand slid up to rest against Fae's hip, his thumb stroking light and gentle. Really, he couldn't deny how nice it was to be bathed like this, his body relaxing more under the sponge. Even going so far as to arch slightly into it, their bodies pressing as close as possible while still being innocent enough.

"You would do that?" He asked, fingers moving to trail along Fae's muscle. He tipped his head back to smile, his eyes brightening with unconcealed joy at the prospect. "I had meant that I would watch your back and plug holes in your plans, but if you taught me how to defend myself I could do a better job by having your back instead." Keelan's smile turned more mischievous, hand dipping between them to tease skin just above Fae's cock. "While your hand is healing we can occupy ourselves in other ways."

Keelan doesn't know, but he's hit Fae's insecurities, dead center. Intimacy, kindness, a touch with no intent other than to feel the warmth of his skin - none of those things have really ever had a place in his life. And so, he's not quite sure how to make room for them. He's not even sure he really wants to, since he's been doing just fine up to this point.

He is aware his definition of "just fine" doesn't really line up with everyone else's. But Fae has never bothered worrying about what everyone else was doing or thinks. Why would he, when it's so much easier to just worry about yourself, when your choices only carry the consequence of one person who only matters to one person - you.

So then why the fuck did he just offer to teach Keelan to fight?

You would do that?

"Y...yeah," Fae mumbles against Keelan's shoulder, his golden eyes intently focused on a freckle he's spotted there.

He shouldn't be offering that. Who knows how long it could take? But as soon as he thinks that, another thought is right on the end of it - that he doesn't want to leave Keelan defenseless. Isn't the best way to alleviate any lingering responsibility for him to give Keelan the ability to be responsible for himself? That's what helped Fae, after all.

Dragging his hands back to Keelan's shoulders, Fae huffs against him. He can't control what comes out of his mouth, and as much as he might want to to justify it, he'll only take himself in circles. He wants Keelan to be able to fight, to protect himself without help from Fae - without help from anyone.

It makes his chest tight, but that's the truth of it.

Feeling a little better that he can at least admit that much to himself, Fae grins, his lids dropping halfway over his eyes. "I can't have you bumbling around in the middle of a fight - that's more work for me. I hate work." He chuckles, thighs squeezing in on either side of Keelan when he feels fingers tease along the base of his cock. "Other ways?" he echoes, lips shifting into a smirk as his eyes slide off to the side. "I'm not sure what you mean, ponytail."

"How noble of you, Faerin." Keelan smiled, more teasing than sarcastic but meant as both. Though the way he purposefully rolled his tongue over Fae's name made it sound like he was saying the most naughty word in his vocabulary. The elongation of vowels practically a caress. "But I shouldn't complain. You were nice enough to offer, and I've never had a sexy elf teach me anything before."

Burying his face against Fae's neck, he nibbled along his pulse, teeth scraping skin and hot breath in it's wake. The hand still on Fae's ass squeezed, tugging him even closer the next second with a forceful little jerk. He's had other people on his lap, but none of them had been there because he wanted them there. Fae, though he'd taken it upon himself, was wanted where he was. It was an extraordinary feeling. He just wished they weren't in the bath because that made things slippery and awkward. And yet he didn't want to leave the comfort of the warm water.

What a conundrum.

It didn't stop him from teasing the crack of Fae's ass, long fingers sliding down to tease his tight entrance. "The only thing that whores do best is this..."

Fae should be bothered by the soft nips at his throat, but he's too distracted by the jerk of Keelan's hands, by the sultry way he drags his name only to shatter that seductive air by calling him a sexy elf. Fae can't hide the laugh that snorts out of him, but he tries, turning his grin into Keelan's shoulder again with a playful, "Shut up."

He quivers when Keelan's fingers tease over his hole, and he's tempted by his promise, by what he knows this mouth and these fingers are capable of - but his words make him frown. Slowly, his fingers slide from the knob of Keelan's shoulder to curl lightly behind his neck, threading between wet strands of hair at his nape. "You're not a whore anymore," he tells him, quiet but firm.

He doesn't want Keelan to think that's all he's good for. Not even as a joke. Not even for a moment.

Fae pulls back, just slightly, just enough so he can meet Keelan's eyes with a serious look. But then, abruptly, his mouth cracks into a white grin. "Not a private one, anyway," he playfully swipes the sponge down over Keelan's face, leaving him sputtering through a thin layer of foam and small bubbles as Fae pushes up from his lap.

Oils and soap vials are tipped over or shoved aside by Fae's behind when he makes a seat for himself on the sill by the tub. "I should patch this up before other things." He drags over the wrappings that were brought for his hand, as well as the cleansers and a clean cloth, chuckling quietly, "Very important - it's my dick-jerking hand."

Shatter was the right word for it. The tension had been perfect for a short time, but like delicate glass it broke and fell around them into shards and small pieces. The odd thing about it was, Keelan couldn't even muster disappointment that it had. Fae's laugh was ugly but genuine, and though he didn't know what exactly he said to cause it, the sound warmed him. Even made him smile softly. "You will have to tell me later what made you laugh like that, so I can do it again."

Then Fae reacts so deliciously to Keelan's teasing and he thinks that somehow they've managed to get that tension back. Only to have him be scolded for calling himself a whore. That, he feels frustrated over. Not explicitly for being chastised, but because no matter how much time passed he would always be a whore. The things that happened back in that room would always stay with him. His knowledge would always be useful for something. But the frustration wasn't just over that. Some of it came from being thrown off his game twice in a row, which didn't tend to happen.

He was about to open his mouth in protest, when he felt the sponge on his face. Immediately Keelan squeezed his eyes shut and let Fae slip from his grasp, albeit reluctantly. He blew past the bubbles, eyes opening only after he reached up to wipe them from his face.

"Somehow, I feel like that was a dirty trick to keep me quiet." Keelan's mind turned to watching water droplets fall down Fae's body, wanting to lick them from him, and absolutely not ashamed by his own open ogling of the other man. But he didn't. Instead, he turned his gaze elsewhere so that Fae could patch himself up and sunk further into the water to keep himself from doing anything that would hamper that.

Only his nose, eyes, and knees were above the surface now, looking to the world like an alligator waiting to snap at his prey. Albeit a pouty one.

At first, Fae doesn't notice, as he's too distracted with tending his hand. His knuckles are a mess - open, stinging skin still caked in dry blood, despite sitting in the bath. He cleans it before applying antiseptic and an ointment that has him hissing quietly between his teeth. It isn't until he's already winding the wrappings that he glances at Keelan and notices the way he's been watching him.

He nearly drops the spool with the force of laughter that burst out of him.

"Are you pouting under there?!" His humor calms a bit as his eyes narrow over a mischievous grin, one foot coming up to prod at Keelan's leg beneath the water. "Don't stick your lip out unless you're looking to get it bitten," he warns.

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Being laughed at settled over him a lot like being humiliated did, only it seemed different. More mild. It had been so long since Keelan was embarrassed by anything, that it felt foreign. He was caught for something so terribly simple and the shock of it brought color that warmed his cheeks, golden eyes moving to Fae.

Shifting from the water, he brought himself out to relax against the side again. This time, he didn't move his gaze.

"Are you so sure that's not my intention?" He asked playfully, though tried to maintain the same level of poutiness he'd had only moments before. What came of playing this game, he wasn't sure, but it seemed like a fun one to play.

Fae's eye glitter with amusement - Keelan really is too cute when he's sulking. They've only known each other for some hours, but Fae has already realized Keelan isn't an easy man to upset or embarrass, so he can't help but indulge in these reactions.

"I dunno," Fae sidles a bit closer, until his thigh is pressing against Keelan's arm. His brows knit over a knowing smirk as he leans down, lightly nips at Keelan's bottom lip before murmuring against it, "Do whores like their mouths bitten?" His good hand comes in between them, fingertips brushing Keelan's bottom lip, barely dipping into that black crack of space above it. "Maybe almost as much as they like them smothered behind a hand?" He tips his head forward, a pink bang falling with the movement when he whispers, "Or stuffed with cock?"

Then, abruptly, all of Fae's heat is ripped back as he refocuses his attention on bandaging his hand. "Shame we won't find out tonight," he chuckles.

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i've been thirsting over this tag ALL DAY

oh, this is great haha

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slow DOWN Keelan i'm gonna trick him into WOOING YOU

lmfao sorry but that is the best subject line. also sorry! he's definitely a thinker

don't be sorry i love his thinking (*´艸`*) ONE of them has to be lmao

haha true that

Keelan is so cute....please...this poor boy hasn't got to sit in a bathtub for years...

No, he's not cute. I'm just awful. >w>

IT'S BOTH (and i love it)

I'm glad you do~

BE CHILL FAE

Pfft. Now Fae's being adorable!

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dumb...Fae's so dumb...

maybe but it's cute~

KEELAN PLEASE LOL

he wants Fae booty! haha

1/2 what if i make them have to wait until his hand is healed B)c

2/2 build that THIRST

don't be sorry i love his thinking (´艸`) ONE of them has to be lmao