Branded

Trying my hand at a Dee/Ryo here.

I don't write Dee/Ryo ; but it's not that
I don't have feelings for them or anything .
It's just all been done already , and
done well.

My take on something a little
different for them.


Moon





Ryo had passed the tattoo parlor many times on his trips to the Village. It was sandwiched between the coffee house and the gay bookstore JJ had taken him to .There was a chair in the front window , where passersby could watch the customers as the burly tattoo artist bent to his work. The shop itself was long and narrow , Ryo imagined it’s walls covered with all manner of garish designs, stretching into a labyrinth of needles , ink and exposed flesh.

His natural curiosity compelled him to linger as he and JJ walked by , until his friend began to tease him good naturedly.

“Thinking of getting some ink “ JJ grinned . “ Maybe a heart on your butt hat says ‘Property of D.L ‘? “

“ How do you know I don’t already have one ? “ Ryo responded coolly, making JJ giggle.

“ That , I’d love to see, “ he said brightly . “ Personally , I never wanted one . My mother would skin me alive if I got so much as a tan . For someone that dyes her hair as much as she does , she’s a firm believer in not ‘marking the flesh’, as she calls it . Lifting , nipping , and tucking it , but never ‘branding ‘ it . “

Branded . The word , with its connotations of ownership , made Ryo shiver with arousal . He laughed at JJ’s description of his mothers’ warnings , hoping to cover his reaction.

His own parents had not been so strict . As the child of two art dealers , he had been raised to view tattoos as exotic works of personal expression . As a police officer , however , he had
come to associate tattoos with the suspects he often arrested ; skinheads , gangsters , thugs. He had nothing against tattoos, he’d just never wanted one for himself .

Until he’d fallen in love with Dee.


“If you had a fantasy you wanted to have fulfilled , would you tell me what it was ? “

Dee looked up from his section of the Times to stare across the table at Ryo . It was late Sunday morning ; they’d slept in after a prolonged third shift the night before.Today was their day off . Sounded like it was off to an interesting start , too .

“Baby , all my fantasies came true the night you said ‘Yes’ . “

“All of them ? “

Dee peered at the section of newspaper in Ryo’s hands . “ Say , what’re you reading , anyway ? “

Surprisingly , Ryo didn’t blush and try to hide the paper from Dee’s gaze .

“ ‘Let Your Fantasies Spice up your Sex Life ‘ ? “ Dee read aloud . He waggled his eyebrows, grinning . “ So , what spice is ours lacking ? Cinnamon ? Or Cayenne Pepper ? “

He chuckled as Ryo’s mouth took on that prim little line that made him want to kiss the seriousness away .

“ Dee , I’m being serious here , “ Ryo said , predictably.

Dee leaned back and regarded him . “ Okay . Sure , I would . I have , remember ? “

“ I remember , “ Ryo echoed , smiling . This time he did blush , and Dee’s grin turned positively wolfish . Oh yes , Dee’s fantasies were not only imaginative , but plentiful , and designed to be enjoyed by both men . They’d tried sex –at-work , used whip cream and chocolate sauce , spankings, blindfolds, and light bondage on both sides.

“ I just wondered , “ Ryo went on , “ if there was anything else . Something you hadn’t told me because it was , well... maybe you didn’t think I’d go for it . “

“ This isn’t you thinking you’re not good enough again , is it , baby ? “Cos we’ve lived together over three years now , and you’re more than experienced . “

“ No , “ Ryo assured him hurriedly . “ Nothing like that . “

“ Well then , “ Dee leaned forward , locking eyes with Ryo intently , “ must mean you’re the one with the fantasy he wants fulfilled…”


It was twilight when Ryo arrived at the shop . He’d made the appointment for after dark because it added to the slightly illicit nature of the act itself .Climbing the steps to the front door , his heart began to beat with a mixture of excitement and fear . Once
he stepped inside , there’d be no turning back .

The shop was long , and narrow , and plastered with multicolored designs from floor to ceiling just as he’d imagined. A young woman with bright pink hair and numerous facial piercings was working in the front window tonight, inking a flaming skull on the bicep of an Hispanic youth . Ryo’s eyes wandered over the boy automatically as he passed . No gang markings or colors were evident to his trained
eyes , however . He continued on to the proprietor’s desk and gave his name.

Ryo followed a narrow flight of stairs to an even narrower hallway. The third door on the left was his destination . The room was not empty . Another customer was seated as a skinny , grey haired artist applied a tribal design to his muscular right upper arm . He looked bored , smoking left handed , meeting Ryo’s eyes briefly .Ryo looked away from him and found himself facing the burly tattoo artist he’d so often seen working in the shop’s window .

He smiled faintly at the man before him . He was all of 6’6 , and probably weighed over 300 pounds , all of it solid muscle . He had a saturnine face , with dark eyes and a black goatee and mustache . The leather vest he wore exposed a massive set of arms and a barrel chest , all covered in brilliantly colored tattoos.

“I’m Kozwalski , “ the man boomed , pumping Ryo’s hand . “ Call me Koz . “

“Randy MaClean , “ Ryo answered politely . Thankfully , his hand wasn’t crushed in that beefy grip . “ I have a picture of the tattoo I’d like to have done . “

Koz bent his shaved head and studied the folded piece of paper Ryo pulled out of his shirt pocket . “ Nice , “ he said , nodding . “ What does it say ? “

Ryo blushed and faltered , and Koz waved him off . “ Never mind ; s’okay . Where do you want it ? “

“ My lower back , “ Ryo answered , willing his face not to burn brighter .

Koz’s face split into a grin . “ Sweet , “ he drawled , eyes raking Ryo up and down . “ Alright , first timer ? “ At Ryo’s nod he went on . “ Okay , then let's go over a few things first . “

For a man who looked straight out of a gay prison porn flick ( not that Ryo ever watched those , of course ) , Koz was professionally thorough . After discussing sterilization procedures, color choices and prices , he had Ryo sign his consent and after care forms . His hands,the size of baseball gloves with cigar shaped fingers , were surprisingly precise as he traced Ryo’s design onto transfer paper , and pressed it onto Ryo’s lower back .

He directed Ryo to a wall full length mirror, and gave him a hand mirror to hold up . “That’s an idea of how it’ll look , “ he explained , as Ryo stood , holding the mirror in one hand and his slightly lowered pants in another .

In his peripheral vision Ryo could see the other customer watching him under hooded lids . He pulled his pants back up and nodded at Koz .

“Let’s do it , “ he said .