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.
â§ 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.

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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.

Edited 2016-10-21 23:20 (UTC)

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.

The thing with Keelan being intelligent, was that he could easily see Fae was toying with him. Teasing him to see what would happen. The unfortunate thing was, he could feel himself drawn into it anyway. He liked the proximity of their bodies and the freedom to express desire, rather than have it thrust upon them. It felt as nice as knowing there was a bedroom waiting for them that he could leave any time he wanted.

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..."

When Keelan voices what his intentions had been, the pulse of arousal that warms him almost makes Fae feel regret for his actions. His mouth parts a little, probably to tell him no hey yeah, come back and suck my dick, but then Keelan's calling him a tease through this little huff and Fae snorts into his shoulder.

"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."

Fae's sarcastic teasing only seemed to make Keelan feel warmer and lighter. It hadn't escaped him that laughter and smiling were quickly becoming less and less of a foreign concept. After years of forgetting that fun could be had, it was refreshing. Nor had it escaped him that being around Fae was as easy as breathing and as comfortable as if they'd known each other for years. When they eventually went their separate ways, he would easily miss this.

"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."

Fae isn't sure what Keelan's intentions are when he approaches him, until his face is suddenly full of towel and he's sputtering beneath it. His hands shoot out when Keelan starts drying him, grabbing at his chest and shoulder but lacking any actual conviction to shove him away. Instead, he just kind of keeps a half-hearted grip on him, huffing and grunting as Keelan's fingers work into his hair past the soft fabric. When it finally pulls back from his face to hang over his head like a veil, it's revealed that Fae is the one pouting now, his cheeks lightly touched with red.

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.

Even with Fae's hands keeping him at bay, the quiet moment between them was nice. Calm and relaxing. Keelan could work with that. Slowly push boundaries until Fae was okay with affection from anyone that wasn't looking or willing to hurt him. It already felt like a small victory that he was being allowed to continue toweling him off. Though it was a shame he couldn't see the light blush on his cheeks or the pout on his lips, but he got the feeling that with the sag of his shoulders he was pouting.

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.

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.

Keelan could feel the warmth of Fae's body at his back and even half expected to feel arms wrap around his waist, despite them standing at the door. It was a disappointment that didn't happen, but not too big of one in light of Fae's wicked teasing. He practically leaned against Fae, his hand on the door tightening as he heard his tease.

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.

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.

The servant girl wasn't the only one to find amusement in Fae's stomach. Keelan couldn't hide a smile that pressed against his lips, and it only seemed to broaden when he saw the array of food on the cart. He wasn't used to slop by any measure of the word since Zeke had to keep him in full strength, but this feast looked downright decadent. Their gold was getting them treated like kings.

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."

Edited (too much "instead". damn headache ) 2016-10-26 10:26 (UTC)

"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.

A soft chuckle was drawn from Keelan's lips at the name calling, his mirth bright enough to light his eyes. This, he could absolutely get used to and hoped that they'd have the chance for it. The easy teasing and flirting, lighthearted banter. It was this that Keelan had always missed from his life, and he was sure that he wasn't the only one. This made him feel light, like there were no problems beyond the brothel. Probably a mistake on his part, but surely for at least one night they could have fun and be free.

But it's being drawn on with gravy that has his lips turning down, eyebrows drawn together. They just bathed...

Had he not looked down to see exactly what was spelled on his chest, nor heard the teasing, he may have been annoyed. After years of sex with strangers, the one thing Keelan had quickly become was being meticulous about cleanliness. It wasn't even from habit, he just stopped having the ability to tolerate dirt of any kind on his body for extended periods of time. But Fae's name and the tongue dragging across his chest seemed to make everything okay for the moment.

Keelan reached up to thread his fingers through pink hair, nails gently scratching his scalp. "Yet all you seem to be doing is toying with your food, rather than devouring it."

He gently grabbed Fae's hand, bringing it closer to his own mouth. As lips parted, his tongue darted out to clean any leftover gravy from his finger. Though he wasn't just satisfied with that, drawing Fae's finger into his mouth to gently suck any remainder gravy. This was definitely not playing fair and he knew it, but also didn't care.

The shiver that Keelan's hot mouth sends rippling through Fae's body reaches all the way to his toes, curling them into the balls of his feet. Trying to ignore the arousal that pulses through him, he daringly pries a second finger between Keelan's lips, flattening them against his tongue. He's grinning a bit tightly. "Maybe if my food stopped behaving like a bitch in heat," Fae mutters and hooks his fingers into Keelan's jaw, behind the bottom row of his teeth, "and giving me such adorably vulgar reactions," he uses the hold to tug him closer, amber eyes flickering over Keelan's lidded ones, his open mouth, "I'd be less tempted to play with it."

Fae holds him there for a moment, chewing the corner of his lip in thought, until suddenly, a soft huff of laughter leaks out of him. "This sucks," he complains, pulling his fingers from Keelan's mouth. He gives Keelan a little side-eye, though his tone is light and playful, if a touch disappointed. "I'm gonna need you to stop lookin' at me until we're training," both his hand and attention are back on the food in front of them, "or I might not even make it to that."

As if in an effort to distract himself from other desires, Fae suddenly puts even more exuberance into his eating. By the time he deems it safe to look at Keelan again, his hands are a mess and his cheeks are puffed with food - he looks like A CHILD. "So!" Fae says, very casually, a few crumbs flying out of his mouth when he talks around the food, "No p'ns t'g'back t'shopk'pin'?"*

Please swallow Fae.

He does, and then very attractively wipes the length of his arm across his mouth before joking, "Might be nice to be boring again, after all that shit."

How can anyone be into him.

[*translation lmao - "No plans to go back to shopkeeping?"]

Even around the fingers in his mouth Keelan manages to laugh. He couldn't deny that was probably what it seemed like he was, a bitch in heat. In all honesty, he enjoyed the tease and the way they danced around each other. The push and pull, the excitement of an open door and the failure to break past the threshold. Though he was disappointed by not getting what he wanted, in the end it didn't matter because he felt like he was making a friend. An attractive one that he very much wanted to sleep with again.

"Do you really mean to hold out that long?" He asked, genuine curiosity in his voice. "I'm afraid our dicks may shrivel and fall off if we have to wait that long."

Not really, of course. But it had been a very long time since Keelan went weeks without sex. He didn't know if he would find it refreshing or terrifying. Maybe some semblance of both, given how Fae and himself flirted so heavily.

Turning to the food cart himself, he grabbed a tart and pointedly tried not to look at Fae while he ate. Not out of respect for a wish he expressed, but because Keelan didn't think he could stomach watching Fae eat any longer once his cheeks were puffed and his face smeared with various foods. They just bathed, he reminded himself. What was the sense in getting clean if he was just going to ruin the bath by being so messy?

Standing, he moved toward the basin and held the remainder of the tart in his mouth while he cleaned the gravy from his chest. As Fae spoke with a full mouth, Keelan had to roll the words in his mind for a moment before he understood them. He sighed softly.

"No," Came his answer and a shake of his head as he nibbled the fruit tart. "The risk of Zeke finding me would be too high."

It did lead Keelan to wonder what he would do to make money and support himself. The stolen trinkets wouldn't last forever, and whether they stayed together or parted ways income would be needed. After breaking free from someone's servitude as a sex toy for clients, he knew he wouldn't turn to that kind of life again. Not unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Some days when I would daydream, it was about owning a patch of land far away from any other soul." He shook his head, back pressed against the wall as his eyes swept to the curtains. Maybe it was clear by the far off look in his eyes, but he wasn't seeing the streets with their emptiness in the middle of the night, nor imagining them by day. "I don't know if I want that, or if it was just something to give me peace on the longer days. I know nothing of owning land or tilling soil for my own crops, let alone how to grow them. Maybe boring and mundane would see me begging to to be back with Zeke. Maybe it's what I need. I don't know."

Keelan looked back to Fae, his arms now crossed over himself. He'd never admitted that to anyone nor spoke aloud about it. Now, he wasn't so sure he wanted to be alone in the future either. "What about you? It might be best you lay low as well. You stole me from him and are much more uniquely marked than most, it's bound to put a target over your head."

Fae snorts at his joke - he'll admit, he's not far off the mark. But Keelan seems to be under the impression that Fae intends to simply laze about while his hand heals. He's not that type of guy, the kind of life he lives doesn't afford him the luxury to be lazy. Tonight is an exception, but come morning, he intends to start making good on his promises. They only have a couple of days to gather their bearings, after all, so there's no time for waiting around.

Fae watches him with raised brows when he suddenly gets off the bed, chuckling as he starts washing at the basin. Does he really have such an issue with being dirty? He almost wants to get up and rub food on him again, just to see what kind of reaction he can provoke, but then Keelan starts talking about the fantasies he escaped to behind Zeke's walls, and Fae feels his smirk slip a little.

"You could learn to do that stuff," he argues. "You can learn to do anything, if you want it bad enough." He pauses, wondering why he cares so much. Why don't go back nearly fell out of his mouth. He wants Keelan to be able to stand on his own again, he wants to help him do that - he knows. And if Keelan decided to go back...Fae realizes the thought upsets him, but he shouldn't argue it. If Keelan decides to go back, then that's his decision. It's a stupid fucking decision. But it's his, and it has nothing to do with Fae.

Of course, that would only serve to further Fae's belief that when it comes down to it, your interest should only go as far as yourself. What was the point in helping him if he wasn't going to fight to keep his freedom? Not just to keep it, but to have the drive to put it to use. Maybe it's too early for Keelan to be thinking like that, but Fae doesn't understand it. There's just never been a point in his life where he's given up, the battle has been constant and grueling with no end in sight for as far back as he can remember, but he's fine with that. He's somehow even convinced himself that he loves it.

He bites a piece of chicken, chewing thoughtfully, until Keelan warns him there's probably a target over his head, and Fae can't stop the sharp laugh that rips out of him. "There always is." He shrugs, finishing up the chicken in his mouth. "There's stuff out there that's way scarier than that prissy sack of shit. I ain't worried. What's the use in that?" His grin falls into a more serious expression as he looks off to the side, brows furrowing. "I'll keep runnin' until my feet bleed. If I'm caught," he snorts, "then I'll keep fighting until my fists bleed. If I die," another short laugh, "it was a fun ride."

Exhaling, Fae falls back on the bed, glaring at the ceiling as he drums his fingers against his full stomach. "I don't really think about stuff like that. But you seem more the thinker type, so I thought you had worked out a plan for yourself. I think it's okay to live without one, though." He goes awfully quiet for a moment, eyes narrowed in thought before a smirk tugs at his lips. "I guess when you're always ready to kick it, and just take on whatever fuck gets in your way, you kinda stop seein' the point in plans." Again, he shrugs, still smirking as his lets his cheek fall against the bedsheets, eyes slipping shut. "Only plan I got is to do what I want."

The thing was, he could absolutely see Fae kicking and punching his way out of any given situation. It had literally been the way of things back in his old room and it had been as admirable then as it was now. His unbridled spirit was beautiful. Something Keelan wished he had himself, but it was still too soon for him, yes. But the odd thing about it was it already felt like a lifetime ago that they'd been in that room and ran out of that room together. There had already been a noticeable change in himself, going from a somber, quiet man who did what he was told, changing to someone who smiled and teased. He even laughed. He was becoming himself again, not some shattered, docile slave.

"All I had back in that room sometimes were my thoughts." Keelan admitted as he moved away from the wall. The bed dipped as he pressed his knee to the mattress and climbed in beside Fae, laying down so that his elbows propped him up and he was facing his pink haired rescuer. "But I could not ever plan for something I thought would never come."

Pressing his weight to one elbow, he reached over to brush hair away from Fae's forehead. Soon, he was cupping the man's cheek, his thumb lightly brushing over skin. "I hope that you don't mind if I borrow your plan for a little while." He pat Fae's cheek playfully, a soft devious smile sliding across his lips. "Or that while I'm around you, I won't let you do anything stupid." His smile fell into seriousness as he withdrew his hand and took a deep breath. "I meant what I said about having your back earlier. Being alone isn't necessarily always a strength. It means it takes more effort not to fall, but if you're back to back with someone, you won't have to worry about anyone getting the drop on you from behind." A soft chuckle fell from his lips. "Once I know how to throw a proper punch, that will be an easier task."

With Fae's eyes closed and his senses dulled from both fatigue and a full belly, he doesn't sense Keelan's fingers until they're already touching his hair. His shoulders bunch in a little, and when Keelan's palm comes to rest along the curve of Fae's cheek, his fingers twitch in time with the startled skip of his heart. "You're th'stupid one," he mutters, though he gives no reason or explanation beyond that, leaving it up to debate whether he's arguing for the sake of arguing or if there's meaning threaded between his words.

Fae didn't realize how exhausted he was until the feeling of fullness dragged him down into soft, silk bedding. His words are slurring and there's a darkness creeping along the edges of his thoughts, but still Keelan's voice trickles through and he does his best to listen.

Being alone isn't necessarily always a strength. Fae doesn't know if he believes that, since the strength and conviction in his solitude is precisely what's gotten him this far, what's kept him alive. Fae knows having someone at your back makes fighting easier, but he also knows just how easily those hands that promise to protect your back while you're facing away, can turn around and stab you because trust is only a word - not real, and holds no weight.

His intention is to tell Keelan this, and why he's never brought someone along before. He doesn't, though. Maybe it's the sleep bleeding through his consciousness, or the way Keelan's soft voice seems to sink in around him, but all that crosses his lips is a murmur to something Keelan said earlier. "I don't mind..."

That's all, and then his breathing begins to even out, a light snore occasionally cutting through.

uses resurrect on you bwahaha

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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

gosh the thirst is definitely real already. this is going to be frustrating haha

shut up fae. both of u behave. it'll pay off later.

it just doesn't seem like it since they're both graduates of the school of instant gratification

STOP BEING CUTE OMG??? tsun mode triggered

that's Fae's tsun mode? NOW WHO'S BEING CUTE. gosh these two...

i love th e m ヽ(´ー`)ﾉ♥

They do compliment each other really well~

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i'm dead and these tags killed me

uses resurrect on you bwahaha