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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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"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.

"Maybe." Was all Keelan really had to say about being the stupid one, a soft chuckle falling from his lips. It was entirely possible that he was, considering all that he'd endured had been his own fault. Being someone's slave wasn't on him, but the poor choices made to get him there were and he was now determined not to make them again. Or blatantly idiotic ones, hopefully.

None of that stayed on his mind for long. Not as he watched Fae relax, the lines of his face becoming less scrunched by sarcastic wit and friendly banter. Not for the first time that night, Keelan thought that Fae was beautiful. He saw not only the physical, but everything else he'd been shown that night. The compassion, flirtatiousness, bitterness, passion... Now even the trust it must have taken to look so peaceful.

Even with crumbs still on his chin.

Keelan chuckled softly, but didn't dare reach over to brush them away in case it would disturb his sleep. Instead, he shifted as gently on the bed as he possibly could while he removed the towel from around his own hips and tossed it onto the floor. Sleep sounded like a wonderful idea, but he wasn't about to do it with something bunched uncomfortably under him most of the night. He curled up on his side beside Fae and closed his eyes, letting himself feel safe for the first time in a long while, and soon even his own breathing evened out and sleep took him too.

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