The Slave Auction Meme (Continuation from Bakerstreet and Other Starters)

[chaneystarr]

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.

( Meme ganked from Bakerstreet and copied here for more explicit content. Enter/Read at your own discretion. )

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[moraxiom]

[ It's only after he gets that kiss that he realizes what he's doing. He freezes a bit, only distracted afterwards.

Yet, he can't pull away from Childe's lips, his apology coming out softly murmured against his mouth. ]

I - apologize.

[battlebesties]

[ Childe's lips quirk into a crooked grin against Zhongli's lips for a moment before he nips at them lightly in teasing. ]

For what?

[moraxiom]

[ Ah, that burst of pain - and pleasure - only makes him respond in turn, the sharpness of one of his fangs just grazing Childe's. No blood, thankfully. ]

Mn - my demanding nature.

[battlebesties]

[ He gives a soft hum of enjoyment at that, grin tugging his lips a little higher as he pulls back just enough to lick his tongue over that spot, as if savoring it. ]

Why would you apologize for that? I happen to enjoy that side of you.

[moraxiom]

[ ........ huh?

Zhongli seems so stunned by this admission that he is oblivious to his own very apparent arousal. ]

... my apologies. I seem to have not heard you correctly. Could you repeat that?

[battlebesties]

I. [ He peppers each word with a playful, nipping bite to Zhongli's lips. ] Enjoy. Your. Demanding. Nature.

Is that so surprising? I enjoy that you're honest about it. That's nothing to be apologetic about.

[moraxiom]

[ There are only so many bites Zhongli can take before there's a near-feral growl escaping from him, and he pulls on Childe's shirt to press a searing kiss between them. There's the dangerous feel of near-claws, clearly not there and yet there against his skin.

He's tired, yes, but he's certainly not toothless - especially when Childe is teasing him like this. ]

[battlebesties]

[ But it just has him smiling wider against that kiss, pressing Zhongli down against the cushions a little more firmly this time as he shivers at that faint, sharp press against his skin.

He gives an appreciative little moan, hands sliding up to thread in Zhongli's hair as he returns the kiss. Encouraging more. That growl had been hot, after all. ]

[moraxiom]

[ And to be pressed down again just makes Zhongli push back. He had always been calm and reserved and elegant in comparison to Childe's brashness, his seemingly happy-go-lucky style of conversation, but now that the mask has been removed...

He does not have to only be Zhongli, but he can show the rest of what he was - who he used to be.

And to do that, he slips his tongue against Childe's, not intent on playing but claiming. ]

[battlebesties]

[ This wasn't exactly how he'd planned to lure Zhongli into this, but Childe was nothing if not adaptable. He could adjust, and he was finding he enjoyed these hints of what the normally too-mild-mannered archon was showing him.

And hey, if they ended up with the same results, he'd still count that as a victory.

As for now, however, he parts his lips into that kiss with a quiet moan, still pushing Zhonglu down as if to pin him beneath him. HIs own form stretches out against his own at last, instead of merely crouching over him, adding a brush of friction to the contact as he settles against him. ]

[moraxiom]

[ Mph.

With how fatigued he was, he wasn't strong enough to completely throw Childe onto his back so he could pin him. It's a little embarrassing, and he even breaks the kiss to huff and sulk when he realizes he can't live up to his idle threat thanks to the state he'd been in.

If he could switch his forms, he could, but that'd be too taxing on his body anyhow. The friction itself was distracting, amber eyes turning slightly glassy as he parted. ]

[battlebesties]

[ He feels that sulk even before Zhongli pulls away to huff, his lips quirking crookedly in pleasure. But the archon turning his head away to sulk just means he exposes his jaw and throat for Childe to start kissing and sucking and nibbling his way down. Seeking out sensitivity if he could find it. Relishing the flutter of Zhongli's pulse beneath his lips.

And to shift to better reach has him sliding against the archon's body beneath him a little teasingly, slowly granting him just a little more of that friction - nothing to overwhelm him, but just enough to entice, lure him into wanting more. ]

[moraxiom]

[ Ah - his eyes squeeze shut, accompanied by a breathless shudder. Oh - that's quite... he shifts, chasing that friction, a furrow in his brow. ]

Childe... [ His name tumbles from his lips in a quiet groan, trying again to shift, as if to make it harder for Childe. If he can't be the one leading, he'll make Childe work for it. ]

[battlebesties]

[ Childe honestly prefers it that way - and doesn't mind the chase. Especially when he can feel those little shudders rippling through the man beneath him.

And his name groaned out in that tone has his eyes going dark in satisfaction as he delivers another nip - just under his ear - even as his hips shift to slide directly over Zhongli's groin, pressing down against him with seemingly-innocent distraction. ]

Mmm?

[moraxiom]

[ That's not innocent at all! Zhongli breathes in sharply, his pupils dilating and narrowing, not unlike a cat's. Or, perhaps, a snake's. ]

You seem practiced.

[battlebesties]

Does that surprise you?

[ One hand moves to slide down the man's chest, absently slipping beneath the lapel of his coat. Or one of them, anyway. he's still trying to figure out the best way to get through the way-too-many layers the archon always wore. ]

I might not be fifty thousand years old, but I have experienced some things.

[moraxiom]

[ He huffs through his nose, amusedly. ]

A bit. You've never seemed the type. All you speak about in our nights of drinking have been your family and your work.

2/2

[moraxiom]

... and I am not fifty-thousand years old...

[battlebesties]

Seventy-five thousand, then?

[ A hint of mischief flickers in his gaze as his fingers continue to explore - and tease, should he manage to find skin beneath the fabric. ]

And well, yes. It's not typical dinner conversation to talk about your past conquests of that nature, Zhongli. At least not at the type of establishments you're fond of frequenting. You've also never asked.

[moraxiom]

[ Some of his skin is clammier than the rest, but warms to Childe's touch. Some patches don't even feel like skin, really... warm, smooth, but... not skin. ]

I - nn, I thought it was too private to ask.

[battlebesties]

... so you have wondered about it before, then?

[ And wasn't that interesting?

His fingers feel the difference in the skin beneath his touch and he traces along the new sensations with curious fingertips, tracing around smooth edges, feeling out their shape beneath Zhongli's clothing. ]

[moraxiom]

[ He tenses when his fingers brush up against those scales of his, some discomfort showing. It's not a pleasant feeling, only calming when his fingertips brush them back down. Where they start and where they end is hard to decipher, blending together perfectly.

Once he smooths his scales back down, he finds it easier to speak. ]

Yes. Of course. I have tried to show my interest for months.

[battlebesties]

[ He notes immediately what Zhongli likes - and doesn't - being careful to keep his exploring fingers from ruffling... are those scales? Can you ruffle scales? that doesn't sound right. Either way, it's noted and his explorations continue with a bit more care. ]

Do you want to ask now? Or should we just skip the awkward conversation portion and you can take me at my word when I say I know what I'm doing?

[moraxiom]

[ Hm. He peers up at him, regarding him in a new light. He seems more relaxed with each stroke across his skin and scales. ]

... I will take you at your word. I would rather keep a suspense about us.

[battlebesties]

[ Yeah, Childe hadn't missed that relaxation, either.

Fingers adeptly loosen a button, and then another, sliding the fabric away just enough to reveal more skin he could explore by touch. And maybe more, as his lips drop once more to continue kissing his way down Zhongli's throat. Down to the curve where it met his shoulder. It's where a few of the scattered scales started and he took his time tracing them with his tongue, making sure to keep going in the same direction his fingers had been. ]

A little mystery, then. I can handle that.