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Made TOGETHER

Made Together

a dark shipping meme

tl;dr version — a meme that explores a shipping concept from a darker perspective. Characters, brainwashed by losing their memories and other scientific deviancies, are bonded with their "lifemate," who they're said to be created for. They must live together and grow co-dependently close, all while the machinations behind the scene are twirling like cogs in order to move them closer to the darkness.

Anyone can be manipulated. You just need to work at them through the right person.

You wake up, groggy and confused, in a white room that is expansive and furnished with all white furniture, yet pristine. The white is probably so bright that it hurts your eyes and you may have to blink for a moment. It doesn't help that your body is swathed in white, too; you're wearing what appears to be a modern day white cotton scrub top and and bottom. In fact, the only spot of black on you is on the palm of your hand: right in the center, there's a barcode. Under that, in neat, angular print, is a name. Your name.

It's a good thing it's there because otherwise, you wouldn't know it. Your memories are gone. You don't know how you got here, why you're here, or much of anything else. Soon, however, you'll know that you're not alone. The other person is not you're captor, that much is for sure. They're clothed like you are and look just as confused. They even have the exact same barcode as you, down to the last number. The only thing that differs is the name under it.

But the room is furnished for one alone. One bed, one couch, one bathroom. You two don't know much, yet you know you are two. The secret is soon made clear by a voice over a hidden loudspeaker. The voice claims to be a scientist and announces the purpose of you being here. This is the first day of your existence, they say, and you two were created together and for each other. Lifemates, the term is. You both are the perfect scientific experiment, and let man not tear asunder what science hath created.

And that's it.

Accept this or not, there seems to be little recourse. The room has no visible entrance or exit. The walls don't budge if you hit them. Nothing works. The only time anything changes is when food is brought in, but neither of you have ever seen that occasion. No matter how long you stay up, you always fall asleep when food or other necessities come in. Could that have something to do with the soft, soothing voices and pleasant feelings that sometimes come when you least except them?

You and your "lifemate" may be mutually scared, get along swimmingly from the start. It doesn't matter. Eventually, you'll become closer and closer. Lines will get crossed. Boundaries will get obliterated. Maybe it's because they're the only lifeline you have. Or maybe, maybe what the "scientist" said is right. You're created for each other, and this is your natural state. Whatever the case may be, as time goes on, you want to stay with them, even if you still want to leave this place. After all, how could you leave the side of the person you've spent your whole life with.

Yet there's something in your mind that tells you there's wrong here. Sometimes, at night, you'll get images of another life, and later, during the day, you'll feel hints of an existence you've never known. Luckily, you have your lifemate to get you through this.

HOW TO PLAY

Basically, your character has no memories and are power-nerfed...for some options.
Reply with your character and preferences. Also be sure to mention whether or not you'll play smut, since some options are smut-tinged.
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PROMPTS

First Meeting — You've just woken up and are getting the news.
Learning about Each Other — Though you don't have memories, you still have personalities to navigate.
Distaste — You don't like each other. How are you created for each other at all?
Guard — While one sleeps, the other looks on. Why does their sleeping form bring up so much fondness?
Unwittingly — You didn't want to give in, yet you find yourself being pulled in by your companion and growing protective of them.
Closeness — Soft words grow into soft touches, embraces, tiny kisses, and a gentle (relatively) haven.
Initiating — The first time you're going to be intimate, or the five millionth time, it will be on your own terms.
Need You Now — You've grown reliant on your "lifemate" to keep you calm or even take care of you, whether you want to admit it or not. You may even need them beside you to sleep or
Physicality — Your relationship has a full-on carnal aspect. What else is there to do?
Twisted by Science — Your emotions have been tampered with to make you love your lifemate more because you weren't responding.
Pure Love — Despite the situation, what you feel for your companion is real. You truly love them, even if you haven't told them.
Connection — In some cases, lifemates have been known to have a mental connection, where they can share some thoughts and all pain.
Aphrodisiac — The sexual bonding between the two of you isn't progressing in a way it should, so one or both of you is injected with a potent aphrodisiac. That should do the trick.
Implanted Memories — You remember happy times with your lifemate. Surely those memories are real.
Flashbacks — You remember another life, and it doesn't match up with what you know.
Nightmares — Waking up in the middle of the night, sweating in fear is never a wonderful experience. Luckily, you have someone close by to cheer you up...if you want to worry them with your dreams.
No One but You — You've decided to ignore the scientists and make the best of what you have, carving out a little life together.
Scientist — You're not actually a lifemate, you're a scientist! However, you've developed pesky feelings for one of your subjects.
Breeding Stock — You're not humans, you're animals, and the scientists want you to breed as such.
Protect — You'll fight off anyone to protect your lifemate, scientists included.
Power Surge — What are these powers that have suddenly appeared? You've never had these! Your lifemate should stay back, lest you hurt them.
Training Together — New equipment has been put into your living quarters and you've been told to learn to work together perfectly. Whether you're both fighters or one is a fighter and the other their handler or healer, you must fit as well in battle as you do in life.
The Veil Falls — The curtain is raised, and you see that you're not an experiment. You had a life that's been stolen from you. Your mate had one, too. What will you do with this new knowledge?
Wish to Forget — Instead of being angry or glad about your past existence, you're horrified by what it was like and only want to live in the now with your lifemate.
To Garner a Response — The scientists want to see how you'd respond if your lifemate was hurt.
A Task Given — In order to guarantee the safety of your lifemate, you have to do a certain task. Maybe hurting someone else isn't a big deal as long as you get what's yours back.
A Taste of Freedom — You and your lifemate are allowed out, but you have a job to do.
Separated — You've been disobedient and as such, you two will be punished by separation.
Escape — There's a tiny window of opportunity to get out. Take it. But no one gets left behind, even if you would have before.
Separate Ways — Now that you're out, there's no reason to stay together, right? You're not really lifemates, right?
Can't Be Without You — ...only not, because now you're dependent on each other, and you can't live a life alone or with another.
Hard Time Adjusting — It's different living in the free world when you're used to being in a completely controlled habitat.
Living a Peaceful Life — You've managed to get past all the challenges and are now living a normal life together. But did the scientists ultimately win? After all, you are still "lifemates"...and there's still the trauma to deal with...
ANYTHING ELSE or WILDCARD OPTION!!!

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Mukuro pants lightly, partially to gain air from the kiss and partially because he just can't breathe normally with the assault his lower body is getting. At this point it would be foolish to even try to hide the pleasure, the cool facade he prides himself on crumbling.

Was the experiment of putting these two together a match made in heaven or hell? In this room it is heaven but if ever unleashed, the world these two would create would certainly be considered hell to most. A terrifying duo indeed. Mukuro's body may not be the largest or the strongest, his frame lean and hardly intimidating to most but it is his mind that could control the world if he really wanted to. He has a presence that would command any room if given a chance. But in Xue Yang's hands at that moment, Mukuro is basically becoming the servant more then the master. This could possibly be the only person on this world capable of such a feat.

Moaning softly against those lips, Mukuro opens his eyes once more to gaze at the face of the only one he would allow such control. Both hands now leave where they were to scrap nails down the other's chest leaving red marks as they travel. "I feel like I'm selfishly having all the fun." Mukruo is a selfish man but he doesn't necessarily believe that the other isn't enjoying himself either. It's more of a tease as his hips buck against that hand slightly.

The trails of pain left by his nails are enticing and have Xue Yang's chest heaving out of excitement. He smiles devilishly at him and shrugs his slim shoulders. "I have a lot of fun watching you come apart for me." He purrs, brows knitting together in a feeble attempt to seem more innocent than he truly is.

His hand continues to work, although he doesn't make a move to strip Mukuro of his pants any more than he already has. He likes the desperation, how undignified it is for one to be hard in their pants and arching for more. "Besides, you and I both know once the clothes come off it's game over. Don't you still wish to play?"

"How cruel~" Mukuro's words are teasing but they come out as almost a seductively pitiful moan. Mukuro knows there is nothing innocent about either of them as his hips continue to react to that hand.

"Its not game over..merely the next level." It is a game he definitely cannot get enough of though in all its many stages. "And each level has its benefits." Right now the benefit would be freeing himself from those pants that were far too constricting at the moment. But he knows the other wants to keep him entrapped just a bit longer and so he is enduring the pleasurable torture.

Mukuro doesn't know how much longer his body can hold out as it feels like there are sparks dancing across his skin with each touch of Xue Yang's fingers.

Having his partner at his mercy was intoxicating. It never got old, no matter how many times they shared moments similar to this. His gaze pulls away from Mukuro's tortured expression toward the space between them so he can watch the way his body reacts, how his hips push up into his touch. He wraps a hand around his length, smiling, letting him have his way with the tight circle of his fist.

"Isn't the most difficult part choosing which level is your favorite?" He tilts his head to the side playfully, offering just a moment more of his touch before he's withdrawing his hand from the confines of his pants. Perhaps he's just not ready to leave this level behind yet, as well as he's curious to see his partner's reaction.

Now that is cruel. It is a like a cool breeze against his heated flesh when the hand pulls away. He lets out a shuddered breath and shoots Xue Yang a threatening expression. "Why does there have to be only one favorite?" Here is where real restraint comes in. Resisting the urge to touch himself to get that sensation back again.

His hands were already low on the other man's body so to keep his hands busy he began to rub him through the fabric of his pants. Teasing at the button but not undoing it. "Do you have a favorite?"

Mukuro leans forward and brings his mouth the other man's chest, tracing some of those streaks his nails left with his tongue, breathing warm breath across the exposed nipple as he passes by.

The expression he's gifted has him smiling, ducking his head like he's innocent while the glint in his eyes is anything but. "It is all my favorite." He admits easily, melting into the cushions of the sofa while his hips rise against that touch, shameless as he does so. The touch of his tongue against his flesh brands him, a sensation that lingers even after he's gone and leaves him moaning.

As frustrating as it feels, he wouldn't change anything about how their time has been played out. He's enjoying the game. He doesn't reach for him again, even if his fingertips itch to touch. He's buying his time, heart hammering against his rib cage in protest as he attempts to calm his breath.

"Then that proves my point." Mukuro purrs against the flesh below his lips. He also likes every stage of the game. Pain and pleasure should always walk hand in hand. And even with the pleasure of moments before, the ache he feels now is just as wonderful. Rushing to the finish of the game was a waste and when you have nothing but times on your hands, what better way to use it then just like this.

His hand continues to massage, sometimes with just light touching and sometimes a harder rub. But it was his mouth that he was more focused on as his tongue explores. Taking one of the nipples between his lips, his tongue does circles around it before letting his teeth take hold. Saliva, heated breath, he used everything he had to try an entice more sounds from Xue Yang. Just as he enjoys the banter between them, he also likes to hear the sounds he can create.

It's a special treat to be pinned against the sofa with a hand petting between his legs, and Mukuro's wet-hot mouth branding his chest at the same time. It has him biting his lower lip to keep from moaning like some cheap whore, despite how much he feels like one. It's a struggle to keep still, his feet slipping against the bare floor as he tries to push his hips against that hand.

One of his hands sinks into the hair at the back of his partners head, pushing just so, urging him to continue. "Just like that.." He purrs, simply because keeping quiet for too long is unlike him. When he doesn't have something to say for long periods of time, he begins to feel all uncomfortable and itchy inside.

Mukuro is happy to oblige with the request, teasing that nipple until he felt it was time to share the wealth with the other. Teeth nip his way across Xue Yang's chest until he reaches the other and begins the process again. Biting at the sensitive flesh but never so hard as to injure.

Finally those hands flicked open the button on his pants so that he could tease along the flesh beneath as well. He never reaches in, still keeping the barrier with the other. Mukuro doesn't say a word, his mouth still too occupied.

He's biting his lower lip to keep from making too much noise, an attempt at keeping his dignity intact. His toes curl, restless under Mukuro's body as he continues to tease his nipples. It's maddening not to be touched but he likes it all the same, continuing to struggle beneath him.

"Tease." He groans, wanting to push his hands away simply for the fact that it's almost unbearable. He knows too well how to tease him, just how impatient he can become when he doesn't get what he wants.

Mukuro finally lifts his head, hot breath moving up his chest until he is eye to eye with the prey beneath him. "I can't deny the truth." The smirk on his lips makes his whole expression look playful. He had thought of another thing he wished his captors would give them.

He tilts his head to look over his shoulder towards where he would assume a camera would be. "If anyone is enjoying the show, chocolate would be a lovely addition." He knew they would never bring it but he couldn't help but ask for his favorite of foods. On the rare occasions they did bring it he lets the taste linger in his mouth as long as possible. Now he wonders what it would be like to lick it off of the body beneath him.

He looks back down at Xue Yang wondering if he even needs to speak that thought into existance.

His eyes brighten with delight at the mention of chocolate. Not only does he miss sweets in general, but it would be even more of a treat to be able to involve sweets into their sessions like this. Just as fun as the collar, or the leash. Thinking about it has his gaze going misty, wishing this....whatever it was were more interested in watching them have a good time.

"You and I should break out of here," He beings, hips still urging into his hand, sharp, white teeth still digging into the plushness of his lower lip. "I think we could have so much more fun on our own."

"I know we could." Mukuro had that very thought nearly every day and his voice had none of that playfulness that it usually held. It is starkly more serious then anything else he had said in awhile. He learns down and presses his lips against Xue Yang's, kissing him again. This time not to silence himself but like sealing an agreement. They will get out of here one day, that is a promise. Mukuro can feel a power inside of him just waiting to bubble back to the surface. He doesn't know what it is but once he unlocks it this place will be in trouble, and he will take Xue Yang with him.

Breaking the kiss, his hand finally dives into those pants to fully touch the flesh inside. "When we break out of here, celebrating the victory will be very very sweet." That teasing tone returns as he once again references the chocolate offhandedly. "Do you have a plan I should know about?"

He's still looking up at Mukuro as he speaks, a darkness coming over his features, eyes widening in excitement. There's something about it, the way he feels when he hears him suggesting that they break out. That he'd fight with him until they can run away. Something deeper pulls at him, more substantial than the need for pleasure and pain. When they get out of here...the world better watch out.

It flips a switch in him and he's groaning, hands grasping at the taut globes of Mukuro's ass before he breaks their kiss for another one of his witty statements. Xue Yang laughs before he's melting into a soft moan at his touch, sucking his own lower lip between his teeth to worry it.

"My only plan right now is to fuck your brains out." He admits with a breathy sigh, lips wet where his tongue has passed over them, bitten red.

Mukuro shivers at the declaration. This is definitely a plan he can get behind right now. "Do you promise~?" Mukuro's voice is low and a little gruff as he palms Xue Yang inside his pants.

He pulls that lips between his own, nibbling and sucking on it. Mukuro doesn't want to have even an inch of space between them any more. After today he will be even more vigilant in figuring out how to get out of this place. What he wants now more then ever is to light the whole world on fire with Xue Yang by his side.

"Have I ever said that and not followed through?" He asks with a wicked grin. To answer that truthfully, he can remember a few times where he promised pleasure and held off on it, for tortures sake. That was a fun time, and as tempted as he is to do it now, he's more interested in chasing that high with his partner together, feeling as connected as ever now that he feels like they could find a way out to the world where they could paint it red.

His hands dip into the back of Mukuro's pants to take greedy handfuls of his ass, pulling their hips together as they kiss desperately. He likes that, the gently sting of his kiss every time he bites his lip.

Mukuro removes the hand from Xue Yang's pants in order to be able to press against him completely, grinding his hips against the other's. The annoying layers of fabric between them denies the feeling of flesh against flesh that he still desires but he knows that time is coming. Their bodies together has become a promise of a thrilling time in the future. Mukuro loves a puzzle and figuring out the way out of this box is going to be the most tantalizing one he's ever done. It all fuels his desire and longing as he presses into the kiss.

One hand claws at Xue Yang's back as the other tangles itself into the man's hair. The kiss is intoxicating as Mukuro drowns in the series of bites and kisses and tongue.

His hands continue their greedy fondling of his ass, urging Mukuro's hips to continue that movement as he grinds them together. It has a delicious flame of arousal shooting through him, tearing its way out via their hungry kiss. He likes the feeling of Mukuro's hands sunk into his hair, taking hold as he claims his mouth just as eagerly. How have these walls contained such a volatile force for this long, especially with how often they find themselves igniting in this way?

Xue Yang uses their positions to his advantage, planting his feet on the floor so he can press upward with his hips and upend his partner, tipping him onto the cushions instead of being trapped under them. Once he's properly overthrown, it's Xue Yang's turn to be predatory. He crawls over the other man, caging his body in at the shoulders and hips with his arms and legs. He allows his rough kisses to flow down his chin and along the pedestal of his neck, leaving evidence of the abuse of his mouth in his wake until he reaches the expanse of his chest. He decorates it with buds of redness from his lips and teeth, hands working Mukuro's pants off in turn.

Mukuro moans longingly as he finds himself suddenly beneath Xue Yang. The mouth pulls even more sounds of appreciation from him as he arches up against that mouth a little. As he feels those pants being worked he tries to help wiggle out of them.

His hands grip that hair just a bit tighter as he tries to keep himself calm. "It seems you're ready for the next stage of the game." The voice has lost some of its teasing edge as he becomes more breathless with desire. He's ready for this next part, ready for the feeling of Xue Yang's naked body pressed against his own, ready to lose himself as the two become one.

It's kind of cute to watch Mukuro wiggle around in an attempt to remove his pants. It leaves Xue Yang smirking a little at him, even though his own cheeks are tinged with their own pink cuteness. He pulls away from him just enough to tug his pants down and off of him, then he's immediately encroaching back into his partners personal space. "I think I've been ready since you first mentioned it." He teases, a wicked grin on his lips.

He bullies himself back between Mukuro's legs, pressing his still clothed hips against Mukuro's nudity, grinding against him so he can feel the fabric of his trousers and the hard line of his dick straining against his pants. He reaches for his partners hands to pin them above his head, well aware that they are matched in strength and he could fight it if he wanted to.

The fight is almost all gone from Mukuro, his attempts to regain control of his hands rather weak and halfhearted. As one who liked to be in control it is often even more thrilling when that control is gone. He squirms beneath the other, more out of need then a desire to escape.

There is a relief in being finally free of the constrains of his clothing but that relief is brief as the other rubs against him. "And yet you still wear too many clothes." Mukuro bites his lip after speaking, denying the other any other sounds from breaking from between his lips.

"Am I?" He asks with a wicked grin, hips moving in a careful, pointed way to continue teasing him, to work him up. He liked being able to watch Mukuro like this, hair all messed up against the cushions.

"Maybe if you ask me nicely, I'll give you what you want." He's still grinning, watching the way each movement of his hips has Mukuro's expression changing.

Mukuro's eyes narrow and he practically glares at the other man. Asking nicely or begging is not something many people can get him to do and he's not quite ready to submit yet.

"Or I can just rip them off myself." As if to accent that point he pulls just a little harder at those hands holding him down, arching his back like he could turn the tables if he wanted to.

He smiles wickedly at that flash of contempt, enjoying it just as much as he would should Mukuro beg in a pretty voice for him. "You're so cranky." He teased, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips gently; a teasing apology.

He kept close then, slipping his thigh between Mukuro's, pressing pointedly against him - trying his luck. "The day you beg for me is the day I do anything for you." He grinned.

Mukuro bites Xue Yang's lower lip in retaliation for that thigh against him. His body practically weakens just by the contact and he growls against that mouth. Even he wanted to get free at this point he isn't sure he can given the position and so those pants continue to be a hindrance.

When he releases that lip, he smirks up at the other, "You mean you aren't already willing to do anything? I wonder if today is going to be the day you finally are."

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If you ever want to try the jailbreak thing, Mukuro is in that meme too lol