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. )

Comments

[moraxiom]

[ He huffs, shaking his head, yet - still amused and even charmed by his cheekiness. ]

I'll allow it.

[ But it's clear that even now, he's being indulgent. At the same time... his refusal to be specific just makes Zhongli able to do what he pleases, and - well...

He dips his head down to tease at his nipple with tongue and fang as his other hand goes down to palm his ass. ]

[battlebesties]

[ He doesn't mind Zhongli doing as he pleases, since this is very much enjoyable on his end, too. That first scrape of fang, however, has a soft hiss and a deep shudder coming from him, even as his hips jolt - first forward and then back into that hand sliding into place. It also gets a strangled moan from him as his cock twitches sharply in the archon's grip. ]

Zhongli, fuck...

[ Yeah, good luck keeping a tally there, he tends to get less and less verbose the harder he gets, too. ]

[moraxiom]

That's two.

[ He is absolutely keeping a tally, shifting Childe closer to him. ]

And how should I refer to you? You go by so many names.

[battlebesties]

[ Another shudder, even though he doesn't resist, rocking up into that heat above him, still craving whatever Zhongli felt inclined to grant him.

Although that question is enough to drag him out of his desire-filled haze. He swallows, and there's a faint flicker of shadows that haunt his gaze for a long moment before he answers. ]

'Childe' is the name the Harbingers gave me. I've left all the others behind long ago. But is it foolish to want to keep this one, even if I'm no longer...?

[moraxiom]

[ He gently presses their foreheads together. ]

Why would it be foolish...? You did not leave by choice. You are still who you wanted to be as a part of them.

You choose your name.

[battlebesties]

[ He's actually chosen very little about anything that's befallen him lately - not directly at any rate. But he doesn't point that out.

He just rests his forehead against Zhongli's and lets his eyes slide shut. ]

Childe, then.

[moraxiom]

Childe.

[ He speaks his name in a low, warm tone, and reaches over to brush his bangs back. He wants to see those eyes. ]

'Zhongli', for myself. I would prefer to hear that name on your lips. Understand?

[battlebesties]

[ Bright blue eyes flicker open again, focusing on Zhongli's - so close now, but he doesn't pull away. ]

Yes, Zhongli. If you're sure...?

[moraxiom]

[ He nods, and as he leans in to kiss him - sweetly this time - he dusts his fingers down along the curve of his rear, just brushing his fingertips against that puckered hole. He doesn't want to startle or frighten Childe, he wants to make sure he has more than enough time to reject him once he makes this obvious. ]

[battlebesties]

[ There might be the faintest moment of startled surprise from Childe as his fingers dip there, but it's not in a negative way. In fact, with a breathy little moan and a shiver at the sensitivity that touch brushes against, he arches back into that touch, inviting more. And making sure Zhongli knew that he was absolutely okay with this. ]

[moraxiom]

[ He fixes his eyes on Childe, making sure he reacts positively as he gently teases the rim with his thumb. ]

There are rules I expect you to abide by, but one above all.

[battlebesties]

[ He groans - both at the teasing brush of that finger against sensitive muscles, as well as the words. He pants out a retort as he shudders, the pleasurable shiver stealing its way down his spine as the archon continues to tease him. ]

I'm not... very good at rules, either, Zhongli.

[moraxiom]

If you abide by no other rules than this one, I will forgive you. This, however, is the only one you must abide by.

[ He presses, a little more insistently, into his rim. ]

[battlebesties]

[ That sounds... like a really serious matter they probably shouldn't be discussing with Zhongli's fingers in his ass.

He peers one eye open to meet the archon's gaze, his cheeks flushed with want. He gives a little wiggle to push back on that finger, all the same, trying to encourage him for more. ]

What rule?

[moraxiom]

[ He dips his head down for his lips to ghost Childe's ear, just as his hand draws back, an idle slap coming to the inside of his thigh. ]

You belong to me - and only me. I am not keen on sharing.

[battlebesties]

[ His breath hisses out at the smack, body jolting from the impact. That hiss melts into a moan at the brush of lips against his ear, because even that feels sensitive beneath Zhongli's attention. ]

U-understood.

[moraxiom]

[ He huffs out a breath of relief, drawing back to ghost their lips together. There was still an ache in his chest - but he was willing to ignore it, for now. He had to keep pressing on, and he wanted Childe to feel good.

And so while he kissed down Childe's neck, fingers still teasing him, he went down and down... ]

[battlebesties]

[ It wouldn't be a hard rule to follow. Childe never did things halfway and this would be no exception. Not when he'd given his word. Not when he was so deeply in Zhongli's debt already.

That didn't even touch on the fact that he'd have no problem belonging to Zhongli exclusively, especially when at the moment... there was nowhere else he'd rather be.

But he does open his eyes to gaze down at Zhongli as he moves down his body once more, curiosity flicking across his own expression for a moment as he tentatively reached out and brushed fingers against the dark, amber-tipped locks. ]

[moraxiom]

[ It does catch him off-guard, but he neither refuses the touch or punishes Childe for it, briefly flickering amber eyes up to him. It's only a moment before he does draw all the way down, mouth moving against Childe's length. It's teasing at first, just soft licks, before he takes him into his mouth in sync with a press in of his thumb. ]

[battlebesties]

[ He holds that gaze for a long moment, the look in Zhinglie's eyes making his breath hitch in his throat at the intensity of it.

And then his lips and tongue are sliding against his aching length and his eyes slide closed as he gasps out a soft curse, not quite fully formed, biting it off at the last moment in remembrance of Zhongli's dislike of it. He shudders almost violently as the archon takes him into the wet heat of his mouth and if he thought Zhongli had been playing with his sensitivity before, it was doubly so now. He gives a breathless little whimper as hips buck involuntarily - although even his body seems torn about whether he wants to move towards the wet heat of that mouth or the insistent press of his finger. ]

[moraxiom]

[ If Childe thought that his involuntary movements would make Zhongli pause, he's wrong - the way his body moves so honestly makes the adeptus ache, his grip on the inside of Childe's thigh tightening briefly. The urge to just claim was starting to grow incessant, like a hiss in the back off his mind - but no. Not Childe. Not right now.

He flicks his eyes up again, searching for that blue that kept making his stomach flutter for months. He meets them, and sucks hard, tip of his tongue trailing along a vein and flicking against the head of his cock. ]

[battlebesties]

[ The grip is a reminder, at least, enough to make the next shift stutter instead of pushing up into that wet heat. He holds himself still beneath the archon - as much as he can - because he has no idea how much experience Zhongli has with this sort of thing. Even if he seems to be doing fine, the last thing Childe wants is to accidentally hurt him while lost in his own pleasure. Seemed like a shitty way to repay his savior.

But gods, those eyes. He can't even bring himself to look away, even when it feels like Zhongli can see far deeper than anyone should. It makes him tremble - and for more reasons than just pleasure. But his mind doesn't have time to wander or waver because Zhongli takes him deeper, never breaking his gaze. He gasps out, this time the curse does fall free because gods, he's not going to last long enough if the archon keeps doing things like that and that's just embarrassing. ]

Fuck, Zhongli, please...

[moraxiom]

[ There's an almost amused chuckle, Zhongli's lips quirking up just slightly as he bobs his head, carefully and methodically. It's just like when he examines a piece of cut gemstone or beautifully lacquered pottery; he takes his time savoring him.

Just as he feels Childe throb in his mouth, he pulls off with a wet pop, peering at him. ]

'Please' what, Childe? [ His lips, redder from exertion, purse - even if his eyes are filled with mischief. ]

[battlebesties]

[ Bright blue eyes the shade of those gemstones Zhongli is so fond of narrow on his face. Yeah, he doesn't miss that mischief at all, sir. Especially because you just stopped, and that tears free another whimper, this one of protest as his cock twitches again, hard and aching. ]

Fuck, anything! Don't stop!

[moraxiom]

I am going to have my hands full with you cursing like that.

[ But look, he's being nice and stroking his wet cock! ]

Be specific. What do you want?