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Slavery RP Post XVIII

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This post is for prompts that focus on crossovers between various slavery AUs, with the crossover wizards.

Please put the use name of your slave Matt in the subject line of your comment eg. "Feral: Fuck or 'die' AGAIN!"

I'll move a couple of prompts over to start us off, but feel free to ignore them and put your own.

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"Uh, calmer and safer." He hadn't been indulged like this since the Institute, if he even was back then.

"Good," Barba said. "My pretty boy," and he kissed him sharply. "When you need this--or just a piece of this--you ask for it. Understood? Or if you think I need it, or they do," he added on awkwardly. Admitting that his pets took such care of him out loud was rather strange.

"Let you know when I need to kneel and be taken care of." He nodded understanding.

"Yes, and also--" he paused, and then carefully phrased what he wanted to say, arranging every syllable as if it were an opening statement in court. "Remember that you are mine, my darling. You aren't going to be given away or left all alone--not even if it takes you years to be ready." He left the for what up to interpretation. "You are still mine, you are held, I think of you as I do them as well." And in the background, Jamie had gotten Hendrick's shirt off, and Barba could well anticipate things progressing further quite rapidly.

"Thank you. Uh...should we put the leftovers away before we go up to bed?" He asked softly.

Barba hummed for a second, and when the sounds turned rather wet and loud he made the decision quickly. "They can clean it all up before they come up," he said clearly, and added, "Don't turn around, my sweetheart--come up with me. You're not allowed to turn around, just follow me," he said, and stood up quickly, careful to not step on Toffee in any way, and led him out to the stairs.

He kept his eyes completely on Master Erik and followed him, even if it didn't seem fair that the others would have to clean up once they were done while he got to go straight to bed.

Barba, now rather sharply attuned to Toffee's mood, explained simply, "If they're going to start right in front of you, after I've forbidden it, cleaning up is the absolute least they could do." And, pleased with the obedience, "Good boy. Now follow me up--you can crawl up the stairs--and absolutely don't look at them."

He giggled and followed his master obediently, moving a bit more slowly as he reached the stairs.

Barba kept an eye on Toffee as they climbed up, watching him without seeming like he was, and felt brightly pleased at how there didn't seem to be any real pain, just effort, and how good and sweet his pet was being at the moment. He ignored the pleased cries coming from downstairs, and led him to the cavernous bathroom, and then said, rather amused, "You can stand up now--or if you want to sit down and take a bath instead of a shower, you can do that too."

"Shower's easier." He said quietly as he stood up and began taking his pajamas off for the shower.

Barba slid out of his own clothes, tossing them down the laundry chute and gently knocking to alert Toffee that he was coming in. "Just to shower," he added gently, watching Toffee's reaction.

"Shower together then?" He smiled at Master Erik, liking the idea.

"Yes," he almost purred, and ensured the water was hot enough to steam, good for sore joints and stressed shoulders, and enjoyed rubbing shampoo into Toffee's short hair, massaging his scalp as he went.

He made soft happy sounds at the attention and leaned against his master, arms around his waist.

"What a good pet you are," Barba murmured, washing him gently and thoroughly, manipulating his limbs as he needed. "This doesn't bring back memories?"

"Only good ones. Older pets would do this sometimes when I was training." He didn't want to remember how they had made him get clean now, so he wouldn't.

Barba hummed in approval. "This new soap smells good," he murmured as he lathered up Toffee's belly, avoiding going too too low, "But I want you to smell like me, be reminded of where you belong. Of what that collar means," and he tugged on it tightly for a second.

"Oh, I like the thought of that." He smiled up at his master, moving with the ug on his collar.

Barba scrubbed him thoroughly, and was intently gentle as he nudged Toffee to stand wider apart and wash all his legs. He looked at his pet's eyes, watching for dissociation, terror, or even resignation--anything that would rupture the relationship.

He obediently opened his legs, watching his master, with no doubt that he'd take good care of him.

Barba washed every inch of skin carefully, taking care to scrub but not scrape; he washed all of Toffee, including his feet, and the closeness, intimacy, the soft skin and big trusting eyes infused the air itself with desire so intense he could barely speak. But he kept himself from taking what he could so easily, and focused in on kissing and licking Toffee's sweet neck instead.

And he wrapped his arms around his master's shoulders, clinging close to him.

"You honor me with your trust," he murmured. "I treasure it in my heart. You are a part of my heart, my love," and he kissed Toffee, and gently handed him the soap, trying to be equally vulnerable and nobly trusting.

"Oh!" He smiled at Master Erik in surprise and pleasure. "Uh...should I do your hair as well?" That might be a bit difficult, but he put some sop in his hands as he waited for an answer.

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