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The Slave Auction Meme

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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.

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Yuri's head feels like it's going to pound apart. But there's a familiar lift when he spots the theater. He bolts through the doors before Morrison catches up. Breathing in the smells of fabric and resin. He belongs here.

A clerk bustles up, tucking her grey hair into a bun. Yuri tenses. The momentary peace draining away. Time for another argument - Except she addresses him, instead of Morrison. After all, it's clear who the dancer is.

Yuri's already trying on shoes whenever Morrison gets over bring impressed. Yakov would have insisted on the plain ones, but now... Now he isn't here. And Yuri's eyes keep drifting to the other options. White, red, black...

"Hey. How many can I get?"

Jack looked at all the options. He wasn't surprised by how many options for...well...everything there were. He smiled softly, enjoying seeing the boy in his element. This was clearly where his passion was.

"Well...how many do you need?"

It was an honest question.

Jack was clearly not a dancer, but he nodded greetings to the sales associate who was helping Yuri with his shoes.

Yuri weighs that. He's used to just cutting out most wants, not letting them get far enough to bleed into need. He can get by with one pair. However, he goes through them fast...

He points at the black. "Let me try those."

The associate clucks her tongue. "Pointe shoes? Have you had that training?" She turns to Morrison with a frown. "I know it's pretty, but your boy could seriously hurt himself if - "

"Watch me," Yuri snaps. Swiping them up himself and rolling up his new jeans. It's not the best way to fit shoes but he's so tired of being talked about. Like an object or a child. And this is only after a few hours. How can anyone put up with this?!

He tugs at the ribbons, whipping the laces around his ankles

Jack trusts Yuri to know what he's doing.

The vampire stops her by holding his hand up.

"He has. He knows what he's looking for. I trust Yuri to know what he can and can't manage."

The boy is obviously going to need at least three pairs...the pointe shoes his is so triumphantly strapping up are coming home...and some other shoes and an extra pair if anything happened to those.

He smiled a little.

"I see those are coming home with us. And at least two other pairs-one for your main work and a back up pair."

He didn't stop him from lacing up those shoes.

He was on the boy's side, obviously, and he wanted them all to know it. That said...he didn't say anything about the snap or the manic lacing up of those ribbons.

"Need one of those balance bar things for your room?"

"It's called a barre," Yuri grumbles because obviously.

Somehow, this is the part he's having trouble believing. He's used to wearing his shoes to pieces. Stretching out their lifetime as long as possible, even when his feet ached. Patching the holes. Mending ribbons. Wrapping them until they were more tape then shoe. His grandpa had so little extra, and his mother - His stomach crumbles up as the high laugh screeches through his head.

"Watch," he growls. Flexing, stretching, sinking down to elongate his foot. Making sure the fit is right. Normally this wouldn't be an issue. It IS rare for a guy to know pointe. But he is so. Done. Ready for some kind of show.

Satisfied, he rises up... and up... finally holding himself high en pointe. He keeps steady for one breath - two - before sinking back down. Eyes sparking.

"Two pairs of these, with a wider box, two leather, and yeah, I want a barre."

The attendant nods. Eyes wide.

Jack nods.

"Right."

He watches Yuri stretches his feet...he can tell the boy is feeling it out...making sure everything is right. Yuri is a hothead, to be sure, but he's not an idiot. He's not going to risk crippling himself to prove a point. Jack believes the dancer knows what he is doing.

Jack can't help but smile at that, despite being tired. His fangs poke over the corners of his mouth.

He's losing steam.

He can clearly feel it now but he can keep up a good front.

He nods to each item Yuri lists.

It takes a couple more fittings to find the right pairs. Once she gets over her disbelief, the woman is much more accommodating. Even has some information on classes.

Yuri's head is pounding by the end. But it's a success. Between the new shoes (four pairs - not hand-me-downs, not repaired, new ones) and the jacket he feels more like himself then he has in days. Like a person. As they settle into the car, there's a wary glance at Morrison.

"Hey - Shit, you look awful."

Jack takes the liberty of signing Yuri up for a class. Once to start with. He just wants him to stay in practice on a regular basis. It is one of the more advanced ones, of course, since he has already demonstrated some advanced techniques.

Jack can see the difference in his charge when they get back to the car. He's happy to have been able to do it...but he is also grateful to be back in the car so he can sigh and lean back. He had forgotten how much a whole day of shopping could take out of him.

"Yeah? Its nothing to worry about. Nothing a blood draw when we get home won't fix."

There's a rock in Jack's stomach, suddenly.
He's used to his life by now, obviously, but the problem with picking up new assistants so often is that it is always new to them and they get reminded immediately that they are not the same and that as much as you dress him up and as kind and generous as he is...at the end of the day, Jack is a blood sucking monster bred for war.

And that's just the way things are and he's had decades to get used to it, so it is business as usual.

"Being around so many people for so long takes a lot out of me, you know?"

He says it with a smile. It is the truth.

Even so, Yuri doesn't like the pinched expression on Morrison's face. It reminds him of how his grandpa looked. Skin losing color. The coughs that shook his body until he couldn't breathe.

Obviously this isn't the same. Morrison's not even human. But the tug is still there. Not from the pointe shoes, or the nice clothes, but from knowing how much it hurt. Being sick, or close enough. Your own body dragging you down.

"Why? Trying not to eat them too?"

...Which does not mean Yuri's letting things get warm and fuzzy. It's still scary. His pulse hammering in his wrists.

Jack pinches the bridge of his nose and rubs it.

"It can. Not today. Not yet. It takes way more than sensory overload to trigger that...but it happens."

No beating around the bush. It was what he was.

Jack can hear Yuri's pulse increase.

"You're safe, kid. Don't worry."

He doesn't mention that he can tell they boy's pulse has increased.

"Tch."

Yuri turns away. Not sure what his own emotions are doing right now. He wasn't asking for comfort. Here it is anyway and it's weird. Especially settling in with that reminder of his grandfather.

He doesn't speak again until they're nearly at Morrison's (Yuri won't call it home. It isn't home, and he isn't safe no matter what Morrison says.)

"...If you need to eat... It's... okay, I guess. But not because you bought me stuff, got it?"

He wants that clear. Because otherwise it feels like a connection to the things the slavers said would happen. That Yuri would be decorated and used.

The corners of Jack's mouth turn up a little.

"Of course not. You're helping out a friend...or at least a hopeful friend."

The car dropped them off at the front door and Jack managed to muster enough strength to help Yuri carry his bags into the house. He sets them at the bottom of the stairs and Jack looks relieved to be home, most likely because he is. He turned to Yuri.

"So....where do you want to do the blood draw. It won't take long. We can do it in your room, in the library. I can put a movie on for you if you like. Some people like to be distracted,"

He shrugged.

It really did not matter to him where Yuri wanted to donate blood.

Friends. Yeah right.

"Not my room."

Other then that, Yuri doesn't care. And doesn't want to be babied either. It's better to get on with it. Music would probably help, but he doesn't think of that.

He's never had this procedure. But people do it all the time, right? Right. People who weigh more, people who are older and not coming off a week of sporadic eating. No good worrying about it now. Morrison really does look like hell. The sooner they fix that, the sooner Yuri can stop being bothered about it.

"The library, then. The most comfortable chairs are in there."

Jack opens the door, revealing, walls lined with books and a floor covered in varying kinds of plush couches and chairs.

"Pick one out. We'll get this over with."

He'd only take half what he normally did for starters. He had plenty of synthetic to get him the next week as long as he supplemented it with this. Yuri had been through the wringer this week...so it would be bad for both of them if he took too much...but he needed something.

Jack opened up a drawer and used a wipe to sanitize his hands before he began to set up.

Yuri just - flings himself down on whatever's closest. Like it's no big deal. Except then has to struggle out of his jacket, because the sleeve won't roll up far enough. Finally he holds out an arm. The chill of antiseptic gets a flinch, and he mentally growls at himself.

Big deal. It's just a needle. It's not scary.

No good. The setup looks like exactly what it is. Medical. And without warning Yuri's suddenly back in Russia, the hospital, antiseptic stinging his nose, his grandfather surrounded by tubes -

With a gasp Yuri jolts back, before anything else touches him. Heart hammering a million kilometers a second.

Jack can't help but give a start at the adverse reaction.

He's certainly not trying to make things hard. He hadn't even touched him yet aside from the antiseptic swab. The vampire gets the feeling that it is not really him or the needle...thought it could be. Yuri had been through the ringer. He knew he was infamous among the slavers...never getting a slave to "live" longer than a year...or so he would keep them thinking. Still...it had probably been enough to scare the boy half to death.

He paused, putting everything down.

"Yuri? Are you alright? Did it hurt?"

Maybe the kid was allergic to the antiseptic?

Yuri's pressing back into the seat. As though no time has passed since yesterday, hunched in the car.

"I'm - No - I'm -"

The slavers made awful, horrible inroads, but the damage was already there. Deep cracks widened into chasms. Yuri can't dance around them any more. He's falling, falling, and the hands that should have caught him? That should have kept him safe?

They're gone.

Silence rings huge in his head.

"Grandpa died," he whispers. Hating how young he sounds, small and pathetic. "In the hospital. Three weeks ago."

Jack does not try to get closer. Yuri looks like he is trying to press himself into the back of the chair.

Pieces start to fall into place, though.

How a highly skilled dancer like Yuri has ended up in his possession through a domino effect of loved ones dying, others likely drowning in debt from the care. People do desperate, terrible things when they are in danger. He has seen people turn on each other at the drop of a hat when he is unleashed on them.

He nods.

"I'm sorry."

It is honest and Jack lets out a sigh.

" I am sorry for your loss. I know it is probably meaningless from me...but..is there anything I can do?"

It's not even as if this is the first time Yuri's mother has given him up. It shouldn't hurt. He shouldn't care. But there is a massive difference between sending a kid to live with his grandfather and... this.

"What could you possibly do?"

Grief takes so many forms, anger a normal and necessary process. Yuri's been angry for years, though. Burning and burning. What good is it doing?

"There isn't anything anyone can fucking DO," he snarls. Feeling heat on his face. The tears finally breaking free.

Jack lets him cry.

It is best to let it out.

Don't keep angry, messy feelings bottled up too long or they'll bubble over.

The boy's grandfather had died-the person in his life who clearly cared the most for him...and he had been returned to someone who had literally sold him.

Even if Jack did set him free in a year...where would he go?

Yuri did not have a home to go back to.

Jack sighed.

"I know...I am the last person you probably want to have anything to do with, especially now....so don't think you have to answer right away. But...if a year passes and you want to...I mean...really want to...this could be your home. Your real one."

The vampire shook his head. He could not just let him go to nothing.

"I am saying if you wanted to...I could adopt you."

No one would want to be his family, least of all someone he literally bought.

That is ridiculous.

Still...he wouldn't mind it.

"You can sit on it a few months but....offer stands."

Yuri chokes, swipes clumsily at his face.

It is ridiculous. He can't begin to understand it. The idea Jack might be lonely too - might want more then to always be rattling around by himself - it's just not something that's going to sink in right now.

"What, like a family? Why? All my family does is leave!"

Yuri's furious with his grandfather for that. Even angrier then at his mother. Because that bitch never loved anyone, never even tried, but his grandpa did.

And right after the anger comes the guilt. Clawing up his stomach. Nikolai Plisetsky was the best person on Earth. He should have been retired. Not chasing after another punk kid. He made sure his grandson had food, dance classes, someone constant. He fought for every last breath. Lungs rattling loud against the constant beep of machines.

He died anyway.

Yuri doesn't want a replacement for that. He doesn't want a new home. He wants his old life. Burying his face in his hands, Yuri screams.

The scream pains him...and not just from an emotional or emphatic point of view...no...he was not expecting it and his sensitive ears feel shredded this close to the source of it.

There's a brilliant flash of red in his eyes as his hands clamp down over his ears. If Yuri didn't have his face buried in his hands, he would notice that Jack's claws were extended.

He doesn't move. He doesn't know what to do. Everything he does it wrong. It always is. At the end of the day...he can't even pretend to be human right.

He's heard that kind of scream before.

The wounded cry of someone who had lost everything and had nothing but animal rage and grief.

He knows Yuri doesn't blame him. He KNOWS it. The boy doesn't know how that scream tears at Jack's soul and how his ears now ring, despite clawed hands clamping over them, with his eyes scrunched shut.

Being fully human would make no difference. The ones in Yuri's life certainly couldn't stop this. Not the pain, not what's happened next. Everything roaring enormous and black and empty.

So when Yuri bolts it's nothing to do with what Morrison is. He doesn't even go far. Stopping on the porch to gulp down air. Scrubbing furiously as the tears finally start drying up.

He does not hear Morrison follow. But he never hears him anyway, quiet as the basted is.

After a minute or two Yuri just figures he's there and mutters, "Why are you bothering?"

He can't even get food from Yuri right now. Wasn't that the point?

Jack had followed him, swift and silent as always, but he did not approach until spoken to. His ears were still ringing but that was fine. As always, he recovered quickly, just like he was designed to.

He doesn't get too close, but he sits down on one of the steps.

The vampire shrugged.

At least at home he did not have to keep up appearances. He was looking a bit ragged but he had some synthetic blood in the fridge that would hold him until the next day if he needed it. He could make a run to the local hospital then. He hated it but he did what he had to just like everyone else.

"I dunno, Yuri. Why not? I mean...what have I got to lose?"

What kind of a shit answer is that?

He got thrown away by one monster and now another is offering to keep him. For the hell of it, apparently. Is this supposed to be funny? He wants his Grandpa. No one can make up for that empty space. No one should try.

Yuri's head hurts. He lets out a long, shuddering breath. Folding his arms together.

Then a flicker of movement catches his eye. Small, low to the ground. Without thinking Yuri hops over the railing. Eager to think about anything else.

No worries TIS THE SEASON XD

RIGHT?

*hands hot chocolate* *with Kahlua*

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hands hot chocolate with Kahlua