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It didn’t hurt as much as Jake had thought, a needle running through flesh, but it was making the muscle sore like he couldn’t believe. The xenon in the air made the stabs burn just the slightest as Dirk wiped blood away, eyes fully concentrated on his work. He had even removed his shades.
Jake sat as motionless as he could against one of the stone pillars, feeling the needle bite over and over and stop as Dirk applied more ink to the tip. Jake had insist that Dirk do it to him the same way he had done it to himself. No real tattoo gun, just a needle on a metal do-hicky he had thought up that helped with piercing but not with speed.
“Almost done Jake.” Dirk said softly as he wiped away the black ink and blood from Jake’s arm, making him hiss just slightly from feeling the bruising flesh being pushed against. It was the third or fourth time he had said it, and Jake just nodded. This time though it really was almost over, and when Dirk pulled back and wiped the blood and black away for the last time the items disappeared back into his sylladex.
Jake looked down at the mess on his shoulder to see the face looking out. The match to Sweet Bro. It was a little shaky, the black splotched in places, and blood beading all over, but Hella Jeff was smiling and that was all that mattered. Jake could already see the muscle bruising beneath and bit back a hiss as he rotated his shoulder.
“Any thoughts?” Dirk asked as he picked up his shades. Jake stopped the hand before it reached its destination, allowing him to see those orange, amber eyes for a few moments longer.
“I think you did a smashing job.” He replied before pulling him forwards, barely having to tug at Dirk to pull him into the kiss. He wrapped his un-inked arm around Dirk’s waist, kissing him hard and savoring it. When they finally pulled back both of them were a bit pink in the cheeks, breathing heavy.
“Think you could give me a skull next?” Jake asked with a smile.
“Whatever you want babe.” Dirk replied and kissed him again. Jake held him close, letting his tongue slide into Dirk’s mouth as he moved the still bruising arm and let out a moan mixed with the pleasure of Dirk’s touch and the pain from his shoulder. Dirk swallowed it up as Jake flexed the sore muscle.
He felt the inked face on his arm smile through the blood, ran fingers over the smiling face on Dirk’s arm with its faintly their scars. One day he would tell Dirk to give him one other tattoo, a single black circle around his left hand maybe; something he could never lose on his adventures. Like the face on his shoulder, a sign to everyone else that Jake was a happily kept male.