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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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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.

Jack picks up the movement too and watches as Yuri hops over in pursuit of whatever is on the other side. It is an animal of some sort...small and furry from the sound and the smell. Definitely not a threat...he would be shocked if there was any wildlife big enough to hurt anyone within a hundred or so miles unless there was a zoo escape...so he let the boy go after it.

The vampire peered after his charge.

"Anything interesting over there?"

There's a couple more darts before Yuri corners ... a kitten. White fur matted, blue eyes wide with fear. It's so small it could probably fit in one hand. Where's its mother?

Yuri breath catches. He crouches down, slowly holding out a few fingers.

"Hey. C'mere - "

Then Morrison calls out. Spooking the cat. It darts past Yuri's hand and up a tree trunk. Faster then he can grab it.

"Shit!" he grunts. "Hey, Morrison, come help me!"

Morrison's tall enough to reach, right? Maybe? Though what Yuri can't possibly factor in is the cat likes the vampire even less then he does. If Morrison comes near, it hisses and scrambles higher.

In a blur of red and white, Jack is there, a sideways smile momentarily on his face. He can't help it. Yuri has asked him for help and that little burst of movement and indication that the boy did not hate him gave the vampire a pleasant burst of adrenaline. He still looked a little ragged, but he at least momentarily he had a spring in his step.

The cause of the commotion becomes clear as there is an immediate hiss from a small white kitten doing its hardest to escape. The poor thing looks even more wore out than he does with its matted, dirty fur.

"Oh. Hi, kitty."

He waved only to receive a deep hiss.

"That happens a lot, actually."

Cats never liked him, never liked any Soldier. They could smell what they were and Jack could not blame their disdain. He was essentially a literal blood drinking giant to this small kitten.

Jack takes a step back, then launches himself at the tree, getting in a good bound and snatching the kitten out of the tree before it can climb higher. It is biting and clawing at his hand when he lands softly on his feet again.

The vampire offered the kitten to Yuri.

"I think you had better take it."

The wounds healed as soon as they were made, but red streaks were momentarily visible on his hands where those tiny paws swiped.

Yuri barely has time to register what the fuck just happened. Right now he only has one concern. Scooping up the ball of fluff and tucking it close.

"Hey. Hey hey hey shhhhh belynka."

Yuri winces as the claws dig into him. He doesn't yell, though. Just pulls the cat against his shoulder.

He does not heal the way Morrison does. The kitten is too small to draw much blood, but still manages some damage. Adding that smell to the air. Finally it begins to calm. Burrowing into the warmth. Yuri can feel the shaking, the ribs under his fingers.

"A fighter, huh? Shhhhh," he murmurs. Still in Russian, because he doesn't really know how to be kind in other languages. Lapses back into the tone his grandpa used, when Yuri was young and sick.

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The smell is in the air now. Just a hint...just a trace from his own blood and the few minor drops of Yuri's blood the kitten managed to draw. It is enough to make his mouth water. He swallows. Now isn't the time for that. He'll warm up a mug of synthetic when they go inside and it will have that same plastic taste it always does but Jack is an adult and he can act like one...especially now that Yuri has something to focus on.

The boy clearly cares. He holds the creature very gently, lets it curl against him and he speaks with kind words Jack does not understand.

He nods.

"Make a new friend? Never had a cat before."

There's another hiss at the words, and Yuri can't help a huff of laughter. Admiring the attitude.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, he's ugly. Don't worry. He doesn't eat cats."

The kitten glares at Morrison. Unconvinced.

Yuri keeps shushing it as he heads back up the stairs. All the earlier strain gone, turned into worry for this new problem. He can't control most of what's happened. But this? Maybe this can be fixed. Once they're inside, they'll figure out the next bit. The cat can't make it another night. Not with how skinny it is, with no sign of the mother.

Yuri's not leaving it alone. He's just - not.

(He is also not registering this has somehow turned into their project. His and Morrison's. A tenuous link, but more then there was this morning.)

Jack is already up the stairs and opening the door.

"There is some canned tuna in the cupboard if it is old enough for that. Cream in the refrigerator if it isn't."

He honestly does not know anything about cats beyond what cultural osmosis and basic biology have taught him.

"It -"

Okay, he can't keep using "It." Getting a good grip on the scruff, Yuri lifts the cat up briefly and investigates.

"- She's tiny, but her eyes are open. And she can climb. Let's try the tuna and water. Where's a towel?"

Yuri keeps that hold as he pulls her back to his chest. Which might look too tight, but it's necessary. She's going to squirm and run again if he doesn't establish who's the 'adult' here.

"You need a name," he grumbles. Heading for the kitchen.

"She's feisty. I think she'll fit in just fine if she pulls through."

Jack follows Yuri into the kitchen getting a thick dish towel from under the sink. He offers it to Yuri.

"You raise a kitten before, Yuri?"

He's genuinely interested. They have never liked him and that is a real shame since Jack has always sort of admired the creatures from afar.

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Slow response is slow since I was out of town XD Tis the Season!

YUP

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