A Master/Slave Meme

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Congratulations! You are now a slave/master.


Master:
What kind of master are you?
What brought you into possession of a slave?
What will you have your slave do for you?


Slave:
Why are you a slave?
How easily will you adjust to this new situation in life? ie, what kind of slave are you?


Run wild and have fun! RNG is not needed~

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Re: Chang Wufei | Gundam Wing | M/M | Either

[deathspilot]

What better gift to the god of death than a dragon?

Shinigami's attendants were frantic with coming up with ways to make the god to Stay. Put. Duo just didn't do well with following orders more often than not, especially after spending years with mortals and toying around with their inventions since his last foray.

The purple-eyed god jiggled his foot and toyed with the edge of his scythe as he waited impatiently for whatever the ogres had in store for him. Hadn't they brought him back for more of that damned paperwork that was a constant part of the duty of his nature? Why had they dragged him out of his office to the way too fancy throne room?

A bored Duo was bad news, and he was getting impatient.

[chang_wufei]

The dragon they brought in at least had had the satisfaction of taking down a number of the ogres before he'd been subdued and dragged in. He'd been spelled into his human form, but because he still bore his claws and was perfectly willing to bite and tear, they'd kept him bound even as they dressed him for presentation and carried him in on a liter.

Wufei growled as he was carried in, the sound muffled behind a gag stuffed past his lips mostly to keep him from biting anyone, dark eyes narrowed at the man he was being apparently given to. They would regret this.

[deathspilot]

The muffled growl was the first real indication he had a visitor. Duo's gaze fixed on the litter as it was brought in, fidgeting forgotten. He leaned forward, elbows resting on knees as a grin appeared.

"Oh," he murmured, nearly purring. With a rustle of robes and quiet tap as the scythe was set aside, the god stood and stalked forward. He could feel that feral energy, locked within a relatively small frame.

He reached out to stroke a fingertip along the gag, the sent a dismissive glance at the ogres. He smirked at his gift, fingers moving to tilt the man's face up for a better look.

[chang_wufei]

Wufei glared darkly at the god as he dared to touch him, jerking his head out of Duo's hold to turn away from him. The whole situation was a deep wound to his pride, and clearly this man was to blame.

[deathspilot]

He chuckled at that spirit. "Don't like at me like that, it wasn't my idea to bring you here." And because Duo was a bit of a brat, he leaned in to nip at the man's neck before darting out of possible harm's way, eyes dancing in mirth.

[chang_wufei]

Eyes going wide, Wufei snarled in outrage as his brain caught up to the nip, jerking himself back and trying to lash out despite the bounds. But he was well and truly tied up.

[deathspilot]

That got a laugh. Oh, sensitive! Duo set his hands on his hips and straightened up, head tilting just a little to one side. "I wonder what you'll do when I untie you... I'm betting chaos." And that grin said clearly he had no problem with chaos.

"You're probably here to keep me from running off to the mortal realm, you know that, right?"

[chang_wufei]

Oh yes, that glint in the dragon's eye promised all sorts of chaos, likely of the messy and unpleasant kind.

As the god kept talking, Wufei rolled his eyes and let out a snort. Yes, he'd been given all the reasons while the ogres dressed him, presumably in an attempt to get him to behave. It hadn't worked.

[deathspilot]

Duo stalked around the dragon, taking his time as he thought what he could do with this lovely gift. Poor ogres... they had no idea what was in store for them. He reached out to tug the gag down, leaving the rest of the bonds in place for the time being.

"I like chaos," he murmured, tone almost in a sing song tone.

[chang_wufei]

"Then I suggest letting me free," Wufei said with narrowed eyes, trying to read as much of the god's intentions as he could. He worked his jaw, getting rid of the last of the soreness.

[deathspilot]

He smirked and stopped in front of the dragon again, fingers daring to stroke over the other man's face again. "But then you'd leave, defeating the purpose of my poor ogres' sacrifices. And the chaos would be short lived."

[chang_wufei]

Snarling at the oh so familiar touch, Wufei jerked against his chains to try and bite those fingers. While he wasn't quite feral, a dragon was never far from the beast their true forms appeared to be, especially when cornered.

[deathspilot]

To tame a beast one needed care and strength. Duo laughed again, fingers dancing out of harm's way before returning to tug firmly on that cue of hair to get the dragon's head to move back, bearing his gift's throat. "Yield, and I may be generous."

[chang_wufei]

He hissed as his head was pulled back, keeping his eyes on the god with a snarl. "And if I don't?" Wufei demanded, eyes flashing. Scales rippled across his skin as he fought the spells keeping him in this shape.

[deathspilot]

Purple eyes met black. Duo didn't loosen his hold on silky hair. Seeing the scales appear, he smirked and brushed his other hand over the bared throat, toying with some of the fascinating scales.

"Then I'll just have to keep you bound and helpless. I can only accept a certain amount of chaos before it affects my work."

[chang_wufei]

"Then you'd better. I'm not going to be kept like a tamed pet," Wufei growled, teeth bared even though he couldn't bite in that position. Though at least the gag was gone. "You'll be bored soon enough."

[deathspilot]

"How about a companion?" The tone was almost wistful. Ogres were nice to have around, but there was no challenge. "Give it a chance for a little while and we can leave." Escape, actually.

[chang_wufei]

The dragon narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out whether the death god was laying a trap or not. The offer seemed... well, he wasn't sure what it seemed like. "We?"

[deathspilot]

"We," he repeated. "In case you hadn't caught it, I tend to disappear from these oh so vaunted halls upon occasion." Sarcasm surrounded the 'vaunted halls' part of the statement, and Duo let go of the dragon's hair in favor of sitting back on his heels.

[chang_wufei]

He lowered his head once he was free to do so, scalp still stinging a bit, but he'd handle it. The dragon still wasn't so sure about this offer though. "And after that? Will I be bound to you or allowed to choose my own path from there?"

[deathspilot]

"Bound?" Duo grinned slowly. "What a great idea. I could simply bind you to me and you'd have no choice."

But that wasn't any fun. So he shrugged. "I haven't decided yet." Meaning he probably wouldn't just bind the dragon to him to start off.

[chang_wufei]

"I'll yield, for now," Wufei said slowly, watching him very closely as he spoke. Yielding for now was better than utterly bound to a god against his will.

[deathspilot]

"I thought you'd say something like that," his reply was flippant. Light. But Duo finally moved around the dragon to untie the physical bonds, leaving the magical one in place for now.

"So what are you called?"

[chang_wufei]

Of course the spells were left in place, that was no surprise even if he wasn't particularly pleased about it.

"Wufei, Lord of the Chang clan," he said, still watching the god carefully. He didn't quite trust him just yet.

[deathspilot]

Nor should he. Duo reached out to tug Wufei to his feet, not intending to step back - instead stay nice and close with that teasing little smirk.

"Nice to meet you, 'Fei. You can call me Duo." Call him sentimental, but he'd grown fond of his most recent human name.