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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 watches the scene unfold before him as he props himself up in his elbows. Hunger rises into those mismatched eyes as his partner is finally naked. "What if I just want to enjoy the scenery?"

But he doesn't just want that. He wants much more and so he pushes himself up the rest of the way so that he can move into the other's lap.

"You could watch. You know how I like that." He smiles, legs spread, one hand sliding down the line of his own abdomen so he can wrap a hand around himself, brows raising tantalizingly. But then his partner shifts, and Xue Yang's hands hurry to hold him by the hips so he can pull him close, leaning up to capture his lips once again in a hungry kiss.

As they kiss, He continues to touch him. He warms his cold hands against his bare skin, tongue pressing into his mouth, moaning into his mouth. Both hands touch over his chest, pinching one between his forefinger and thumb, rolling it between them just enough to cause a little bit of pain.

Mukuro likes to watch but he much prefers to partake. He wraps his legs around Xue Yang's waist so he can get as close as possible to the other man. He gasps as he feels that pinch his body already so sensitive to touch.

He places his hands behind the other's head and holds him in the kiss. Tongue diving in to explore the other's mouth as he rolls his hips against Xue Yang's.

His brows knit together as he moans, letting his hands continue to touch over his partners body wherever he can. He's as greedy as ever, kissing him deeply as well as grasping at his hips and ass, bringing their bodies closer.

Mukuro lets his hands drop between then, gripping both of their lengths. He wraps those long fingers around them and gives each a nice couple strokes, circling over the tip with his thumb when he reaches the end. He can't hold it back any longer. What he wants is worth begging for and he's close to doing it.

His lips part immediately at the touch, hips arching up even with the weight of Mukuro's body on them. He's always been so reactive to his touch, ever since the first time. His eyes open, gaze dark, pupils huge as he watches his partners face.

He licks his lips, mouth dry with arousal as he's touched. His gaze drops to the space between them, appreciating how his hand looks wrapped around both of their eager lengths. His grin sharpens a bit, gaze going wicked. "Looks pretty, huh?" He murmurs, gasping softly.

Mukuro lowers his gaze and watches his own hand move over the soft flesh. "Do you know what is even more beautiful?" He gives another much harsher squeeze and drag of the hand as he says, "The image of it inside of me."

His eyes are dark with lust as he lifts the back up to meet Xue Yang's. The hand working over them is experienced at the task, not neglecting a single inch as it moves. he rocks into the hand, against the other man. Being on top right now means he has more freedom of movement with his hips and he uses it.

His eyelids flutter closed when he's teasing with a harsher touch, Xue Yang absolutely loving it. It has him biting his lip to regain his composure so he can understand what he's saying. "That's a very polite way of demanding I fuck you." He teases with a grin, his hands finally falling to grab each cheek of his ass.

"Although the view I have from here is pretty nice as it is." His hands continue to touch him, however, long and graceful fingers teasing the cleft of his ass, dragging out the process even more.

Mukuro purrs and his back arches, sitting up slightly as those hands tease him. "Trying to be polite before I start to beg." Seeing the expression that other makes with that harsher tug, he does it again. He enjoys it just as much but he's more focused on the other man now rather then his own.

"It seems you'll have many pretty pictures committed to memory soon." Mukuro leans forward and bites at Xue Yang's lower lip after seeing him biting on it himself.

Those hands slowly becoming more determined as they work along those lengths.

He continues to moan into the kiss when his lip is bitten, chest heaving easily with the pointed touch Mukuro gives to him. His own hands continue to tease, fingertips inching closer and closer until he can press them against his entrance, offering enough pressure for him to feel it.

"I might like it if you beg." He murmurs, the words barely formed against his partners mouth, breath heavy with arousal. He was near the point of begging him to beg for it, in all honesty.

Mukuro's forehead falls forward slightly so that it is resting against Xue Yang's as he feels that finger press against his entrance. A shiver runs up his spine and unconsciously he squeezes both of those lengths close to the bottom of the shaft.

"I know you would." He takes a few shaky breaths, "Do you want me to say please~?"

His eyes darken at those words and he nods his head, ultimately distracted by teasing his opening with a few fingers as well as the possibility of Mukuro saying please. "If you say please, I'd give you anything." He admits, cheeks still flushed, smile turning sharper as he presses the pad of another finger beside the one already tugging at the rim of his hole. "Say please..."

Mukuro's breath catches in his throat. The pain with the promise of pleasure as there as those fingers press against him. His restraint melts away and his expression softens, a gentle longing a sharp contrast from the ones he normally wore.

He brings his lips against Xue Yang's again and the word is breathy but clear as he is spoken close to the others mouth, "Please.." Lust filled eyes look into Xue Yangs, "I want you now..please." He gives the man two of them like a gift he's been saving.

The response he gets is fascinating. There are so many facets to his partners personality that Xue Yang gets to enjoy, he almost feels lucky to be stuck in a cage with him like this. "Fuck." He murmurs, reaching up with the hand that isn't currently teasing between the globes of his ass so he can push two fingers into Mukuro's mouth, gently until they are accepted.

Mukuro's lips part to accept those fingers, running his tongue over them as they invade. Mukuro will only show the more gentle side of his personality to those he trusts and even fewer people will get to see him actually be somewhat kind. Xue Yang falls into that category. Perhaps because of how they are stuck in this place, but also because of something deeper. Mukuro doesn't have time to consider when such a connection formed exactly as his mind has more immediate matters to focus on.

Soft lips wrap teasingly around those fingers as a little of that edge comes back into his eyes, moistening the fingers thoroughly.

For Xue Yang, a show of affection or tenderness is unfamiliar and thrilling; a little terrifying if he thinks about it too much. When it comes from Mukuro, it turns him on without regards to reason or decency. He's rock hard between them as he watches his partner suck on his fingers, eyes trained on the way his lips look wrapped around the digits. He's distracted by it, obscenely pressing those two fingers in and out of his mouth in a suggestive motion, watching as his saliva shines on them. It has him parting his lips for a greater breath, panting.

"You look too good like this." He murmurs, brows knitting together in arousal and near frustration. He prods around inside his mouth a bit longer, exploring what he can, noting the softness of the inside of his cheeks and his plush tongue before he's withdrawing them. "Good boy." He mumbles as he reaches behind him again, not wasting a precious second before he's smearing spit around and pressing one finger into him first. His eyes are trained on Mukuro's expression, not willing to miss a single second of it.

A flicker of amusement across his face as he gets told 'good boy' is quickly erased as that first finger gets pressed inside of him. There is discomfort at the invasion, a twinge of pain as his body arches almost on reflex. He bites down on his lip, knowing the sensation will be brief and give way to much better things. His eyes close as he tries to relax, willing his body to open up and receive that and more.

That thin line between pain and pleasure breaks as Mukuro practically whimpers at that feeling of the finger inside of him.

Xue Yang's focus is trained on Mukuro's expression, eyes wide with interest. He's not focused on not hurting him or only proving pleasure, instead he's fascinated by each thing he elicits as he does so. He prods that finger inside of him to the knuckle, then slowly draws it back before hooking it at the rim, gently tugging at it. He's offering distracted kisses to his lips as he does so, sharing the same air, stealing any moans or noises he has to offer.

As his body stretches and gives way to the motions of that finger, he moans against those lips. Too distracted to remember what he had been doing previously one arm comes up to hook around Xue Yang's neck. His breaths are shallow as the word "more" manages to break from between his lips.

Happy to oblige, Xue Yang allows a second finger to join the first. He continues the same movements, thrusting into him and then back, pushing further and harder into him each time he withdraws. When he wraps an arm around his neck, Xue Yang leans in to mouth messily along his jaw and then down his throat, sucking a deep purple mark against his skin before biting it with his teeth.

Mukuro's body is far more willing to accept this second finger, especially as those movements become more intense. He drops his head back, giving Xue Yang full access to his neck as he voices his appreciation. He rocks against him as those fingers thrust into his body. He can barely wait for them to be replaced by the much larger piece between them. His names comes out between breaths this time, begging for even more.

When they have the time and the patience to explore each other, Xue Yang enjoys watching the way Mukuro's body takes his fingers greedily. In these moments, frenzied, he's happy enough with the way his voice sounds when he's asking for more. And Xue Yang is only happy to oblige. He allows Mukuro to rock back against the intrusion of his fingers easily, leaving more marks over his neck, biting the bigger, more sensitive ones in an attempt to elicit a reaction. He can only tease for a few more minutes before he's withdrawing the digits, though, and urging Mukuro's hips to shift so he can sink back into the cushions a little more, freeing up more room for him to move in his lap.

When those fingers leave him there is almost a cold rush through his body. A loss that he feels deep into his core. But he knows its temporary and that the feeling he will receive next will make up for the temporary absence.

He shifts with his partner, Sitting up as he puts his hands on the cushions on either side of Xue Yang's head. This momentary break allows his mind time to collect itself again, that playful expression once again on his features as he looks down at the other. "Is it time for the main attraction?"

Xue Yang nods his head and the motion musses his hair against the fabric of the cushions behind them. "It's time, baby." He murmurs, arching his hips up a bit to tease the length of his dick against the cleft of Mukuro's ass. "Show me how much you want it." His grin turns wicked again, eyes still glassy with lust.

Using the cushions for support he slowly lowers himself onto Xue Yang, groaning as that thickness pushes into him. It's like a shot through his spine as he tries to get used to it. Taking it slow, he savors that feeling until he has it fully sheathed inside of him. Resting on top of him and enjoying just that moment as he adjusts to his size. "Nn..so big." He purrs as he starts to move.

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