Title: Ink and Sex

Rating: M/NC-17

Pairing: Ayel/Nero

Disclaimer: Yeah, right.

Summary: Written for prompt on st_xi_kink meme on LiveJournal.

The pain swelled, coursing down his navel and into the places below, the ink marking him in the intimate ways of Nero, the mysterious dark that was – is – his captain. Ayel arched into the needle, arched into Nero, eyes dark and wild as his arousal grew.

Nero was grinning again, in that deeply satisfied way of his, as if he knew the effect on his first officer.

The tattoo burned, but it was almost finished, a twisted pattern of symbols and images caressing his sides and down to what would only ever be his Captain's. Nero could not wait, almost as hard as Ayel was, and without thought of what he was doing slipped hot lips over hard green cock.

The motions were slow and agonizing, the tip of the needle cutting over his nipple so that he thrust fully into the Captain's throat, a vibration of a gag echoing around him, down him, tongue twirling and swirling across sensitive flesh.

The Captain was a very talented man, as Ayel well knew, and when his mouth could not be used, other places would suffice just fine. The tattoo was moving up, darkening the lines that had been there before, across his chest and over his shoulders, so that Nero could no longer hold his mouth full of Ayel and work as he needed.

Ayel tore at Nero's pants, revealing a flushed length straining out for release, thick and green and dripping.

There was no preparation as Ayel pulled Nero onto him, straddling the chair and inserting his cock into the tight heat of his Captain. Nero's hands shook as he traced lines, hips rocking up and slamming down, only slightly painful as Ayel grabbed and pulled at the cock that bobbed hard between them, using too much strength in his eagerness. It did not stop either.

"…Ugh!..." Ayel thrust up, Nero's voice disobeying silent commands. Ayel continued, his thighs giving him an advantage as he forced Nero further open. "Ah!...Ah, uhuhugh… Ugh!...Ugh! Ugh! UGH! Nnnnnnn…ah! Aaayyellll….mmmnnnnnn…!"

Nero begged, ass spread wide by Ayel's grip, the sound of skin slapping together loud in the near emptiness of the room, drowning out the buzz of the tattoo gun still in Nero's hand. He wanted to come.

Ayel flipped them over, moved them so that Nero's knees were pressed down closer to his ears, his own cock staring him in the face as Ayel continued fucking him, hard and uncaring and just so fuck fuck fuck

There was something distinctly erotic about having his cock bounce between his navel and his nose, Nero thought, as he tasted himself on his lips. He opened his mouth, to call Ayel's name, to call his own, to call out something as he was thrust into full force, but then his mouth was full of fluid, cockhead scraping against teeth and tongue and back of throat until it was all he could taste, all he could breathe.

He could feel the hot stream of Ayel's come shoot inside him, spilling over and sucking back in as Ayel kept at it, until Nero's ass had milked him of everything he had.

When Ayel did pull out finally, it was to his great amusement that Nero's mouth was still busy sucking, his legs spread open as come from the gaping hole Ayel had just created dripped down his back, dripped down the weakened length that finally fell from the mouth that seemed to be aching for more.

Ayel grinned. It seemed they still had some tattoos left to do.