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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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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.

He watches, entranced. It never gets old seeing him like this. He moans softly at the feeling of his body covering him, the heat it brings, the tightness of his body. Xue Yang's hands reach to hold him by the hips, pushing him down with a bit more urgency than Mukuro is giving him at the moment. His own hips tip up, too, impatient and petulant, selfish. "So tight." He murmurs, eyes closed with bliss, lips smiling happily. "So good, god you feel so good." His voice is gravely with arousal, feet planted on the floor so he can drive his hips up as Mukuro begins to move.

He moves slowly at first, just enjoying that harshness of feeling the other rubbing inside of him. Then as his body starts to adjust, he quickens. Rocking against him, wanting to feel Xue Yang hit deep and hard inside of him. He adjusts his position slightly, wanting to find that spot inside that will cause his entire body to reach new heights of pleasure. His moans fill the air as he rocks up and down.

His hands attempt to guide Mukuro, to urge his hips this way and that until he, too, finds his own pleasure. They push and pull against each other, though, and he likes that too. Xue Yang moans for him, eyes closed as he focuses on how good it feels. When he feels his partner shifting, trying to find that perfect spot, he opens his eyes again to watch. His hands trail along his torso, touching at the gentle curve of his sides, letting his thumb dip into the graceful slope where his navel is.

He releases his grip on the couch and moves his hands to Xue Yang's shoulders, nails digging into them each time a particularly enjoyable trust hits deep inside of him. After one slight adjustment he feels that shockwave of pure intoxicating pleasure rip up his spine. He drops his head back and rides through that feeling. Sweat has formed along his brow, making the short pieces of his hair stick damply against his forehead. It won't take too many hits of that spot before his body won't be able to handle any more.

His attention is caught again, cutting up from between them where he had been gazing to look up at Mukuro's face when he continued to make the same movements. His hands reached up to hold around the barrel of his chest, keeping his body angled in that way so Xue Yang can thrust up into him in return. His jaw is set tightly against the exertion as well as the pleasure, groaning through his teeth.

His body aches, longing for that one moment, his movements becoming almost desperate as he feels Xue Yang hit that spot over and over. He moans his name once more, a warning of what is coming. He resists, wanting to hold onto that pleasure just a few moments more before finally his body can't any longer. His body tightens around Xue Yang's length as his own release spills between them. His entire body shivers and as that warm spreads through his entire body.

He can feel his body reacting from the inside out. His hands sense the way his breathing quickens, he can hear the desperation in his moans. It's perfect. Xue Yang closes his eyes when Mukuro's orgasm peaks, focusing on how his body tightens around him in time with the spurts of his release. It's hot. Very hot. Xue Yang bites his lip as he opens his eyes to catch the end of his orgasm, appreciating the look on his partners face. "Pretty." He murmurs, reaching up to tease the head of his length with a wicked finger.

He's still hard within him, waiting until Mukuro gathers himself. "Are you going to keep going for me?" He teases, head tilted to the side. "Or do you want me to continue on my own?"

Mukuro leans forward and bites at Xue Yang's lip. "Don't you dare do it alone~" His expression is heavy, still drunk from the high but he wants to feel the other's release as well. He rocks against him, "Shall we continue like this or are you desiring something new?" The feeling of Xue Yang inside of him still is a feeling he doesn't think he could ever grow tired of.

He's almost cute like this, if someone like Mukuro could be cute. "I want you to keep going like this. I like watching you." And he likes it when Mukuro has to work for it. Plus, his body looks incredible when he's riding him.

He moans softly as he shifts his hips, using his hands to pull Mukuro against his hips once again as he thrusts upward.

"Such a voyeur~" But Mukuro doesn't mind. He knows how to put on a good show. Not that he doesn't get anything out of it as well. He resumes moving against him now that he has regained some of the feeling back in his body.

He rocks down wanting his body to feel as much of Xue Yang inside of him as he can. He wants every inch of that shaft to feel the tightness around it.

"I can't help myself." He offers a grin, biting at his own lower lip with sharp teeth as soon as Mukuro begins to move. He groans lowly, still keyed up from their earlier round and how good his partner looks at his peak.

His hands continue to grip at those skin hips, pulling him down onto his lap harder, thrusting upward into him, chasing his own pleasure selfishly. "Fuck..." He gasped, brows knit together with tension as his own orgasm began to build again.

Mukuro hums contently as that feeling fills him over and over. He watches Xue Yang's face intently, wanting to see that moment when its the other man's turn to break. He moves down on him hard over and over, his own body once again reacting to the movements but he keeps himself calm. He is more focused on the pleasure he wants to give his partner then his own.

He continued just like that, no real change in the way he continued to move with his partner until his own pleasure was building and building until it crested. He tipped his head back against the cushion behind it and groaned out loud, spilling deep within Mukuro's body, hands grasping his hips hard enough to leave marks until he could relax himself again. He was left boneless, chest heaving for breath, eyes still closed for a long moment.

Mukuto moans softly when he feels that release fill him. It spreads a warmth through him once again. He leans forward, not pulling off of him quite yet as he enjoys that feeling for just a moment longer. He presses his lips again Xue Yang's, kissing him almost gently very briefly, just studying the other's handsome features close up as he enjoys his high.

"What a pretty picture~"

He's still basking in the warm touch of pleasure, a silly smile spreading across his face when he feels Mukuro's lips pressing into his. "Mmm," He has no words to form quiet yet, still buzzing with pleasure. Once his breath slows, he opens his eyes to look at his partner and rubs his hands up over the slimness of his waist. "That was nice." He murmurs, still laying his head lazily back against the cushions as his glassy gaze watched his partner.

Not necessarily wanting to do so, but knowing he needs to Mukuro finally sits up separating from the other man. His body aches a little from the lower assault but not enough to bother him much. He stands up, stretching the legs that had been folded beneath him for so long. Now upright and unashamed about being completely naked for all those watching to see.

"Nice? I feel insulted." Mukuro is teasing though as he looks down at his lover.

He smiles when he's teased and just watches Mukuro for a few long moments, quietly appreciating the way he looks standing before him, before standing as well. He walks away to find them a towel and cleans himself up, the mess Mukuro had left on his belly, and then offers the towel to his partner. "Stupendous. Amazing." He offers with a grin.

Mukuro takes it but doesn't use it, tempted by a shower instead at this point. "That sounds more appropriate." He moves close and hooks the arm without the towel around Xue Yang's neck and pulls him into an appreciative kiss.

As he pulls away, "It was all those things and now I'm going to go think about it as I wash the remainder of it off."

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