Idaten Typhoon Tattoo
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Summary:
Tattoo/piercing shop AU
Having cleaned up for the night Tomioka Giyuu is irritated to find a drunken trio stumble their way into his shop. That is, until he sees the man looking for a last minute appointment. Scarred, angry, and yet so poetic in his artistic ability, he's stunned to say the least.
On Going. Word count: 3,225.
Pt 2 here
Pt 3
The bell to the shop chimed several times, multiple people coming in from the cold dark outside. Giyuu was the only one working this late, having expected it to be a slow night. Most people were inside now, in the warmth of their homes.
“Go on, go on!” urged a tall man with white hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. He had a patch covering one eye, purple pink gemstones shining in the aesthetic light of the studio.
Giyuu hated dealing with drunk people. This was a college town, it was expected. But on a random Wednesday? He hadn't been mentally prepared it.
“Stop pushing me,” barked an only slightly shorter man with a scar on his face.
The tall jeweled one was accompanied by one other man with yellow hair that ended in red tips.
“Which tattoo are you gonna get?” he asked loudly, his voice carrying throughout the shop effortlessly.
Giyuu could already feel the headache coming on.
“Stop pushing me and I'll show you,” the man in front grumbled, patting himself down until he grabbed a phone from his back pocket.
Giyuu considered staying in the safety of his cubby, blocked from view of the lobby, and ignoring the fools.
“How can I help you?” The shop manager would be upset if he passed.
“Our friend here!” a rough slap on the back from the purple-pink man, “Wants to get a tattoo!”
Somehow Giyuu highly doubted that.
“Could you do something like this?” he placed his phone onto the counter, the screen showing a mix of green and black swirling designs that reminded Giyuu of the wind shifting around trees. It felt like the embodiment of the natural element itself, violent in sharp bends at times with abrupt stops, mixed with elegant and sloping curves.
He wasn't sure where he had gotten this design, but even with all of Giyuu's experience he wasn't sure he could recreate it.
He itched to try.
“How big?”
“Shoulder, chest, some arm. Could it be done tonight?”
“It has to be tonight!" the yellow haired man beamed at Giyuu.
“I wouldn't be able to do something that intricate tonight. We could schedule it, if you'd like?”
He knew he couldn't pass on this design. His mind was already flipping through all the necessary supplies and different needle tips to achieve the depth needed.
“Aw no!” the other guy threw his hands into the air.
“You heard him,” the one with the scar started to turn to his friends, mock defeat written in the slump of his shoulders.
“Could you do a piercing?” one asked.
“A nipple piercing!” the other chimed in, eyes widening in mirth.
They both looked at the scarred one and smiled.
“No!” he fought back, going to step toward the door but meeting resistance in the form of two very stout and much taller guys.
“You lost the bet!” they jeered. “You gotta do something, Sanemi!”
“Really, Tengen? Kyojuro?”
Both beamed at him, unwavering in the latch of joy they found in this switch up of plans.
“I can't pierce someone against their will,” Giyuu interjected softly, watching this all unfold behind the comfort of the front desk. He really didn't appreciate this display in his lobby.
“One nipple,” growled Sanemi. “Do you have time?” he had redirected his attention back to Giyuu.
His stare was intense.
“Yeah I got time for one,” there was a tingle in the back of his mind he hadn't felt in a very long time. Interest, intrigue, and a little bit of longing all mixed together.
Forms signed and a simple bar with black green jewels picked out, Giyuu allowed him to step behind the counter.
The other two began to follow but Giyuu held up his hand. "No tagalongs."
They pouted, "For real?"
Giyuu just gave them a blank stare until they retreated back. The inner rooms of the shop were mostly open cubicle style setups with different dividers that ranged from vintage privacy screens, curtians, to full on posters to block one area from the next.
Usually for this type of piercing Giyuu would lead a guy to his spot near the mid-back of the arrangement. He had a paper folding privacy screen with delicate water motifs that looked like the spilled off the side. He loved to see the way the light from the large windows played with shadows on the screen throughout the day.
Today, however, he opted for the privacy of the enclosed room in the back. For men they rarely used this room unless it came to more intimate tattoo placing or piercings, but with how obnoxious his friends were being he didn't see much other choice. He was being selfish, relishing in the semblance of quiet as he shut the door.
"Take your shirt off and hop up onto the chair for me while I get set up."
"How long have you been doing this for?" Sanemi asked as Giyuu rummaged through the cabinets.
"A while. Though you'll be the first guy I've done a nipple piercing on."
He had a disinfectant wipe, a packaged needle, and his gloves all ready on a clean surface. He turned to inspect his canvas as he pulled the black puncture resistant gloves on and froze.
The man was covered in scars. From neck to just above and diving under the hem of his jeans. Jagged and vicious scars. It was unlike anything Giyuu had ever seen before. He ached to draw him, this indescribable man.
"All set?" Sanemi had an eyebrow cocked as Giyuu had frozen mid glove pull.
"Yeah, yeah. Sorry," he muttered his way through as his mind flipped through all the things that could have happened to him. What, in any reality, could have done that to him? The man didn't look any older than Giyuu himself, but they clearly had competely different life experiences.
"You don't have to do this," Giyuu offered him a way out, more so out of desperation so his mind could latch onto something lest he get stuck starting at this sculpture before him.
"It's fine. It'll shut them up for now," he shrugged, and Giyuu couldn't help but watch as his muscles moved throughout the motion.
"So it was a bet?" he continued to probe as he grabbed the wipe from his set up.
"A drunk one," he cracked a wicked smile.
"Left or right?"
"Left."
Giyuu rolled forward on his stool and ripped the disinfectant free. "Ya know I'm not really supposed to pierce a drunk person."
"So why are you?" Sanemi looked down at Giyuu as he was positioned between his legs, which were open enough for the full grown man to barely touch his thighs.
Giyuu shrugged, and began to clean Sanemi's nipple, rubbing in a circular motion. The man hissed, head resting against the back of the chair as he did. Giyuu knew the sudden cold would be a slight shock.
"Where did you get the tattoo idea from?" he needed to remain professional, to focus on the task at hand.
"I drew it."
"You?" Giyuu couldn't help but look at him again, intense eyes meeting his own.
"Something hard to believe about that?" Giyuu could have sworn the man growled.
"Just not that many artistic people out there lately. I haven't seen anything like it before. It's beautiful."
Sanemi huffs out the breathiest laugh Giyuu thinks he's ever heard. It's full of derision. He's not sure how to take it.
"I'm gonna mark the placement," a few soft pricks from the marker, then Giyuu holds up a hand mirror. "Do you like it?"
"Yeah, sure. It's fine."
Pressing his lips together, Giyuu opens the needle package. Setting up the jewlery, he places the hollow gauge point over his marker dot.
"One deep breath in," and pushed as soon as he's halfway though the inhale.
"God, fuck," he grunts as his whole body goes taunt.
Giyuu works quickly, threading the bar into the center of the piercing needle. He's about to brace him for the next step when he feels the bluge press against his arm. He had been resting his arm against his thigh.
"One more deep breath," he instructs, ignoring the growing hardness. Sanemi does as instructed and Giyuu deftly switches the needle for the bar. Twisting the gems onto the end Giyuu checks his work, then cleans off the new piercing with a cold cloth.
Sanemi moans as he does, and Giyuu knows that this is usually his clients favorite part. Going from the stinging pain to the sudden clensing cold is a relief.
He backs up just enough to check it over, comtinuing to ignore the ever present and more noticeable imprint in Sanemi's jeans.
There's a moment between them where Sanemi looks from his piercing, notices his condition, and then to Giyuu, and repeats the cycle. Giyuu isn't unfamiliar with this happening, he's seen it a few times. People get body modifications done for a whole lot of reasons. It's part of the job, nothing to be awkward about.
But he had taken particular notice as Sanemi had pressed his head back against the chair, the way he had bit down on his wetted lips. A nervous tick, one most people did while waiting as he was prepping his station. It itched that spot in his mind that was growing ever demanding since he had walked in.
He had also watched each movement he had made during the process, as if Giyuu was a hungry animal staring at a tender morsel just on the other side of his cage. The bars were imaginary, just professional courtesy and respect.
He could still feel himself getting turned on despite it all as well, which wasn't normal for him.
"Do the other one," Sanemi said, his voice hoarse and low.
Giyuu's dick twitched at the sound of it, like rough gravel getting strewn about. He couldn't tell if the other man could see his own arousal at the situation, wasn't sure if his loose pants were enough to hide it. He desperately hoped they were.
"Alright," he answered after a beat, having cleared his throat to make sure it was as tone dead as normal. As it had been when the trio had entered.
Sanemi's eyes tracked him as he prepped the next one, wiping the area and threading the needle. He was standing this time, needing to do something other than sit. He was sure now that Sanemi didn't notice his own change in demeanor, and it took so much of his own will not to look down at that spot, to see if it was still hard. It was begging to be touched.
"Another deep breath," he instructed, looking at Sanemi directly. He didn't move, the needle poised. He hadn't even asked him if he liked the position. Had barely marked it. It was centered, he knew.
Sanemi's chest rose as he sucked in air through his nose, and as Giyuu started to push the needle in, still locked in that intense gaze. The needle went through, effortless, and Sanemi let out the filthiest groan Giyuu thinks he had ever heard.
Fuck he was so god damn hard. It ached. He was going to have to do something as soon as they left.
"One more."
He's about to pull the needle out, leaving the bar in, just waiting for that second of chest movement as his approval to continue. Sanemi, instead, leans forward and starts to kiss Giyuu, urgent and demanding as Giyuu waits with fingers still clamped down on his right nipple. It's perked and must be throbbing from the abuse.
Sanemi grunted as Giyuu accidentally pinched him with the unexpected change. It didn't deter him from continuing, though. His hand went up to his face and held on.
"Pull it out," Sanemi ordered him, pulling back just enough for his lips to be able to form the words.
"Fuck me," was the only thing Giyuu could say before he yanked the needle out.
Sanemi scrunched his eyes shut, the shakiest breath leaving his rough lips as he bore through the pain.
Giyuu didn't grab for the cooling wipe, didn't twist the balls onto the bar, leaving the black steel bare and likely to fall out without the impending swelling. He opted to ignore the version of him balking at the mess they were making, the lines he was crossing, and all the issues this would cause.
He pushed Sanemi back onto the chair and climbed on top using the distraction of the pain to straddle his bulkier form. Giyuu stared down at him, marveling at the way he looked. Scars, muscles, and blood beading from the new modifications all splayed out on his operating table.
Giyuu leaned down and began to kiss Sanemi's neck, not bothering to be clean about to. He licked a line up from collar bone to his chin. He tasted like iron.
"Don't be loud," Giyuu told him, placing a finger to Sanemi's lips as he sealed them again in a kiss.
Sanemi gripped Giyuu's hip, holding tightly as his tongue slipped into his mouth. The metal flavor continue to prevade Giyuu's senses, filling up all of his minds thoughts. For the rest of his life if he ever smelled or tasted it again he would be transported back here and relive this.
He needed to be quick, Sanemi's friends were still out in the lobby. He wanted to take his time and savor this moment, to stretch it on and on as his hands roved down Sanemi's bare chest, relishing only a moment in each explored inch as he moved down to his intended destination.
"Don't make a sound," he reiterated, one hand still pressed to the man's chest as he himself dismounted from the chair.
"I know how to be quiet," he barked back, but even that was louder than Giyuu would have preferred.
He took one glove off and gripped Sanemi's jaw, forcing it open with pressure in the right spots. He stuffed the glove in, closing his mouth.
"Quiet," he whispered, tapping Sanemi on the nose before reaching his goal.
Unbuttoning his pants and undoing the zipper sounded like music to his ears, making him feel more reverant than any hymn.
Sanemi wore no boxers, allowing his cock to spring free as soon as the resistance was gone. Thick white hair crowned the girth. Giyuu licked his lips, enjoying the sight for only a second before he took the tip into his mouth, one hand still keeping Sanemi down onto the table.
His hips jutted upward, forcing the whole thing down into his throat. Giyuu gaged only a moment before backing up to the tip again. He was strong. Giyuu once again wished he had more time to explore what the limits were, what Sanemi could handle. This already was an insane venture, though. He knew.
Muffled grunts and moans came from the top of the table, unable to be given more form around the glove. Giyuu took a chance and used his teeth, biting down with just the lightest pressure on the base.
He was rewarded with a hand finding its way to bury itself in his own long black hair.
Sanemi, seizing on the small amount of control he had found with that hand, urged Giyuu's head down further. He braced himself as Sanemi's cock found the back of his throat. He jerked Giyuu's head back up before he could really start to gag though, the movment rough and needy.
Precum had already been dripping down the tip even as Giyuu started his work. He knew this wouldn't go on for too much longer. It made his own untouched dick hard to a point nearing pain.
He gripped himself, not bothering with the extra effort of taking off his pants, and started to stroke as best as he could. It wouldn't matter. He was just as ready as Sanemi was.
His hand on Giyuu's head stated to lose what little rhythm it had, not quite making it was the way up before he pushed his head back down to his base. Giyuu could feel his body tightening as he neared his end, his own hand faltering as he rubbed through his pants.
Sanemi gave some kind of muffled shout as warning, pushed Giyuu's head down, and then his mouth was filled with his hot cum. It spurted onto his tongue forcefully. It matched the rest of what little Giyuu knew of the man so well.
Satisfaction coursed through him as he came inside his pants, hips thrusting into nothing as he found his release. This was one of the filthiest things he had done.
Giyuu stood, legs feeling unstable. He had to finish what he had started, though. Sanemi laid panting on the table, sweat covering his chest as he heaved in great breaths. He wished he could capture this moment forever.
Forcing himself away, he changed out his gloved as he grabbed another disinfectant wipe.
"I'm gonna clean this up and put the balls on."
The other man just looked at him from around his arm that had been so artfully draped over his head. There were tears there. Giyuu had to force himself not to laugh at the sheer sight of this scarred and buff man being a crier.
"Just get it over with," he looked away.
A quick pass over with the wipe and some twists of his hand, the second piercing was finished.
"Let me know what you think." The mirror was held aloft as Sanemi sat up once again. The right one was, if he was being honest, a little crooked.
"It's fine."
Giyuu had to swallow to avoid laughing. The man was all clammed up now, seemeing to have run back into his shell after he started something he cleaely didn't know how to handle. It wouldn't matter, ultimately. They wouldn't see each other again.
He opened the door after Sanemi had put his shirt back on. Back out in the front of the shop his friends all sprang up from the lobby couches.
"That seemed like it took forever?" the pinkish one grumbled and he grabbed onto Sanemi.
"You barely made a noise!" the yellow one commented, looking as alert and cheery as ever.
Giyuu wrote up his aftercare instructions and offered the tablet for pay, placing a salt spray with the instruction.
"Just don't let anyone touch or suck on them for the first two weeks," he had managed to go back to his casual toneless boredom voice.
"When can I schedule that tattoo?" he asked, picking up the two items.
Giyuu was shocked, unsure what to make of this. He had figured there wouldn't be anymore contact between them, given what has happened.
"Uh, I'm not-"
"I won't have anyone else do it."
They stared, and Giyuu blinked.
"Alright," he pulled out his calendar, flipping to his current bookings. "Next week?"
"What kind of deposit do you need?"
"Don't worry about it," another professional line he was crossing. The shop owner was generous, but if he noticed the missing payment there would be questions.
"Next week, then."
And the group left, back out into the cold, leaving Giyuu with an awed sense of confusion and satisfaction he hadn't felt in a long time.
