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The Slave Auction Meme
>The Slave Auction MemeThe Slave Auction Meme
⧠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.
⧠Respond to others with one of the scenarios below or feel free to make up your own.
⧠Please remember to be respectful of others while you play
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.
⧠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.
⧠Respond to others with one of the scenarios below or feel free to make up your own.
⧠Please remember to be respectful of others while you play
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.
haha true that
"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.
Keelan is so cute....please...this poor boy hasn't got to sit in a bathtub for years...
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?"
No, he's not cute. I'm just awful. >w>
"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 BOTH (and i love it)
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?"
I'm glad you do~
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."
BE CHILL FAE
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."
Pfft. Now Fae's being adorable!
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."
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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."
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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..."
dumb...Fae's so dumb...
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."
maybe but it's cute~
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.
KEELAN PLEASE LOL
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.
he wants Fae booty! haha
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.
1/2 what if i make them have to wait until his hand is healed B)c
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?"
2/2 build that THIRST
gosh the thirst is definitely real already. this is going to be frustrating haha
His body tightened with anticipation, feeling that spark of sexual energy between them. It almost had him groaning, mouth willingly opening and head tilting to take the tips of his fingers into his mouth. "I've been thinking of your cock in my mouth for a few minutes already." His wet hand pressed to Fae's thigh, sliding higher slowly, as though he thought he was going to actually get to play.
Then Fae rips himself away and it leaves Keelan to swiftly deflate, falling back against the lip of the tub frustratedly. For a moment he was angry at himself for falling into that trap, but equally annoyed for being played with.
"You are a horrible tease." Keelan murmured with a sigh. Standing, he climbed out of the tub and moved over to the abandoned towels. He picked one from the floor and began patting himself dry, as if it put distance enough between them so that he could cool himself down. Despite being frustrated, he wasn't angry though. If anything, it was a new experience that he could appreciate (as much as anyone could appreciate something like that) and it quirked his lips lightly, turning back to Fae. "I will remember that, Faerin. You might not like that I do..."
shut up fae. both of u behave. it'll pay off later.
"Yeah?" He's grinning, not affected by Keelan's threat in the least. "I'm shakin'. Terrifed." With a soft chuckle, Fae finishes wrapping his arm and flexes his fingers a few times to test the pressure. He still winces a bit, but it's not as bad now. "Maybe I'll take you more seriously when I can't slam you on the floor in less than five seconds."
Again he's laughing, but after a moment, it softens as a rare, thoughtful look consumes his features.
Fae isn't a sad person. The hardest thing he works for is his own happiness, and so more often than not he can be caught in a good mood, harsh but playful. He's confident and sure of himself and he loves nothing more than good time, indulging in his own pleasures. Even so, he still has his demons, nightmares that snap him from sleep and compel him to keep everything at arm's length.
He always shoulders all of those things on his own - his joy and his anger and his sorrow. He's not used to prolonged company, or having someone genuinely laugh at his behavior or ache to touch him simply because...he's there. He always has to pin things, people, actions, with a clear purpose.
So this, laughing and flirting stupidly in the luxurious bathroom of a whorehouse, it's new to him. It's odd. But he can't say he's not enjoying it.
"Keelan." He calls to him, but he's not looking at him, as he's suddenly very focused on his feet still submerged in the water, and his voice comes out uncharacteristically soft and quiet. "I'm glad you untied me."
it just doesn't seem like it since they're both graduates of the school of instant gratification
"You should know that I learn fast. It won't be long before you're the one pinned to the floor." He winked, teasing. Not something he should admit.
If only personal choices had been learned as easily as physicality, though. Perhaps neither of them would be hiding away from Zeke. He may have even stopped gambling when it started to ruin his life, or he may have let his old boss suffer the consequences of his own poor business decisions. The only thing he could hope for now, was that he'd managed to pull himself out with Keelan's sacrifice.
He was busy dabbing his hair dry when Fae's voice broke through is own thoughts. There was something about the way he spoke that tugged at Keelan and warmed him, his own smile becoming more soft. For a moment, he had to refrain from moving closer, knowing that Fae would lock up again if he tried giving him affection, yet it seemed like he might need it. Instead, Keelan wrapped his towel around his hips and reached down to grab the other one. As he moved closer, he dropped the cloth gently atop Fae's head and started gently toweling him off. It was an easy mask for showing kindness.
There seemed to be more behind Fae's words, too, and he was sure that he understood it without knowing what they were. And they were mutual.
"I am too." He playfully ruffled Fae's hair. "I'm sure we would not be here if I hadn't."
STOP BEING CUTE OMG??? tsun mode triggered
Keelan is right of course. Fae would have escaped eventually, but that one decision Keelan made - driven by kindness, spontaneity, or plain lust, Fae doesn't know - but that one decision to trust him sparked something Fae couldn't have seen happening mere hours ago.
Slowly, his hands slide from Keelan's upper body to rest lightly at his torso. He lifts his head a bit, peeking out from beneath his towel-veil to admire Keelan's unblemished skin under his fingertips, comparing it to his own, riddled with burns and scars - constant reminders of a never-ending war for ownership over his own body.
Then his stomach growls.
Startled from his serious thoughts, Fae's head drops with a short laugh. His hands fall away from Keelan as he pushes the towel from his hair. "M'hungry," he announces.
that's Fae's tsun mode? NOW WHO'S BEING CUTE. gosh these two...
When their serenity was interrupted by Fae's stomach, Keelan couldn't help himself from the quiet laughter that bubbled past his lips. He didn't step away, liking their proximity a little too much, but his hands came to rest on Fae's shoulders.
"I saw food on the tables downstairs... Would your friends be willing to let us eat in our room?" Despite them being in a relatively safe place, he didn't particularly feel comfortable being in a public space. What if one of his own clients was there and told Zeke where they were. Their freedom would be cut short.
Reluctantly, he finally padded toward the door, pulling it open to peak out into the hall. For a moment, he was struck by the fact there were no guards outside and had to remind himself that closed doors didn't mean clients anymore. Not that he was treating Fae like one, far from it, actually. But it was startling all the same to be so blissfully free of captivity. When morning came and he peaked out of the curtains, he knew it would be just as unusual for there to be a lack of bars on his window. He felt free now, but until they left the confines of the brothel he probably wouldn't realize the full impact of freedom.
i love th e m ヽ(´ー`)ﾉ♥
Feeling oddly conflicted about the end of the moment too, Fae shakes off the remnants of his thoughts and pulls the towel from his neck. He wraps it around as Keelan did, crossing through the water in the tub before hopping out on the other side. "With that shiny egg we paid 'em, they'll let us do pretty much anything we want - for now." He decides not to mention the fact that he doesn't really consider anyone in this place a friend - that's a strong word. Definitely not one he's used to applying to anyone. At the moment, though, Keelan is the closest thing to that word in this building, concerning Fae. But even for him, that word is still too foreign in Fae's mouth.
"Food shouldn't be a problem," he says, coming up behind the other man. There's a mischievous glint in his eyes as he presses against him, his mouth lining up with Keelan's shoulder. "The problem is that I can't start with dessert." He bites him, playful but hard enough to leave indents and red skin behind, which he promptly swipes his tongue over before grinning and setting his chin on that spot. "See? I can say corny shit too."
He shouldn't do that, especially because they can't follow through with any of their flirting, but he's finding it difficult not to tease.
They do compliment each other really well~
That was really not fair. At all.
He might have laughed, had it not been for teeth and tongue on his shoulder. A small shiver went through him, as did the decision that if Fae chose to tease and play with him then two could participate in the game, rather than Keelan trying to be respectful. His fingers found the hem of the towel and pushed it higher, nails dragging along Fae's thigh. Titling his head, he pressed their temples together.
"It was your decision not to continue," Keelan said, sounding equally teasing as he was chiding him. "Don't complain when dessert is more than willing to let you devour it."
With that, he pushed the door open wider and stepped through it, away from Fae's warmth, the air much cooler than inside the washroom. He reached for Fae's good hand and turned enough that he could wink playfully, and started leading them back toward the door to their bedroom, the smirk on his lips probably much more telling than anything else. Two can play that game.
The walk back to their room felt much better, his feet now able to feel the soft carpet underneath instead of the crunch of dirt between his toes. The brothel wasn't as nice as the place he had been kept, but it was obvious where the owner spent some of their money. Was that a common theme of people who offered willing bodies for carnal pleasures? Though, he could argue, at least the men and women in a brothel weren't usually slaves.
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Fae snorts, allowing Keelan to take his hand only because he has a point. It's not that he doesn't want to, but restraint isn't an easy concept for Fae to grasp - he'd rather not prolong his recovery by getting carried away. And with Keelan, who's just as eager to have things done to him as he is to do them, Fae knows first hand that getting carried away is a very likely outcome.
As they make their way back towards their room, Fae stops the same hand-maiden he'd spoken to earlier to ask her about food. Sure enough, she nods in affirmation, tells them its already been taken care of, of course. She giggles a bit when Fae's stomach reacts to that, as if rumbling in excitement.
Her promise is fulfilled when they finally return and find what can only be described as a feast laid out on a cart by the bed. Spiced chicken, mashed cinnamon apples, buttered rolls and small fruit tarts were some of the options presented and Fae could already feel the pool of saliva collecting beneath his tongue. "Fuck," he breathes, slipping from Keelan's grasp with an expression that borderlines reverence before abruptly twisting into excitement. "FOOD!!"
He loves food.
He practically bounces onto the bed, not seeming to care in the least when he folds his legs and his towel falls askew. He's too busy grabbing at everything at he can, his hand barely keeping up with the frantic movement of his eyes, like he doesn't know what to stuff in his mouth first. His enthusiasm might seem a bit much, but when you're usually struggling for a piece of shitty bread, getting to eat things like this was genuinely as good as any orgasm to him.
Plus, he's an expressive guy - even if he doesn't experience it as often, his joy flares out as naturally his anger.
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The way Fae reacts to the food is both adorable, but also gives him a view of something he hoped wasn't rare. That genuine, broad smile lit the room up and showed Keelan that he wasn't just remarkably handsome, he was beautiful. But also a bit of a dork that he freely laughed at as he closed the door behind them.
"Have you never seen something like this before?" To his horror, he sounded privileged. In comparison, he probably was. At least when it came to proper nutrition.
Keelan plucked a roll from the cart and moved to the window. As he bit into it, he carefully pulled the curtain back just enough so he could peek out into the night once more. The streets were empty and that made him relax more, a difficult thing to do when he felt as relaxed as a person could at the moment. The curtain fell shut again, his eyes taking in the rest of the room. On a chair there were two piles of clothes and two sets of boots underneath. Each looked as though they were set for one specific person, the slightly smaller for Fae and the bigger ones for himself.
He finished his roll, wiping his hands on the towel around his hips, and picked one of the shirts up. The material wasn't anywhere near the quality of the silk robes he was used to, but the simple pleasure of knowing it was something he could call his own was enough to feel pride. Instead of slipping it over his head, he folded it back up and placed it on the pile. In the morning he could dress. There was no sense in wearing clothes to bed, only for them to be rumpled by sleep.
For now, he moved over to the bed and sat down beside Fae, reaching for another item of food. A grape, which he held up to Fae... only to withdraw the bite when he leaned forward to take it, proceeding to pop the small morsel into his own mouth with a playful smile. "I guess that one had my name on it, instead of yours."
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"Bastard," Fae mutters, jostling Keelan with his elbow. There's no bite in his tone though, and the fact that he's smiling ruins any attempt at intimidation. Aside from that, it is hard to put him in a sour mood around food.
No, it's not his first time eating food with this level of decadence, but it doesn't happen often. Even if it did though, Fae would have reacted the same. Truthfully, even if they had been given day old meat and table scraps, he probably still would have acted the same. Like sex, or freedom, or fighting, food was its own pleasure. Fae is nothing if not a creature of indulgence, and the fact that food is usually such a scarcity makes it all the more pleasurable when he's fed.
Dipping his finger into a small plate of sauce, Fae shoves the entire square of a fruit tart into his mouth before turning to Keelan. His tongue pokes out to sweep crumbs from his lips as his sauce-coated finger starts drawing over the skin of Keelan's chest.
F-A-E-R-I-N.
"Look at that," he chuckles, drawing his hand back, a mischievous smile in his eyes. "I guess this one's mine, then." Then he's leaning forward to drag his tongue along his name on Keelan's chest, smearing it.
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i'm dead and these tags killed me
uses resurrect on you bwahaha