( — : TATTOO SHOP.

@chris hemsworth Miyavi coughed and spluttered when the other freed his mouth, trying to get rid of the taste of that f-ucking b-astard. "A-ah!", a short yelp escaped him each time Chris' hand landed on his round globes, colouring them a soft pink. Each spank sent a warm, tingling wave through his body and put him on edge. To his dismay, it also excited him. It hurt and it stung, but it hurt just the way he liked it~ What followed, didn't belong into the range of pain he enjoyed. An ear-piercing cry sounded through the empty tattoo parlour as Chris pushed into him all at once. Panting, breathing heavily, Miyavi squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip harshly to suppress any whimpers and sobs. Ultimately, he failed and as the salty droplets spilled out of his eyes and trickled down his cheeks to wet the shop floor, pathetic sounds of hurt could be heard from the half-Japanese. His lip began to bleed as he tried to maintain at least some of his dignity by muffling his cries. It didn't take long for a soft sound to fill the room, like paper ripping and was followed by a loud groan mixed with a sob. With the speed and force the foreigner was ramming into him, Miyavi had barely any to no time at all to regain any of his composure. Burying his face in his arms, his wrists still firmly bound together, he tried to just ignore everything and somehow get through the pain, but it didn't work. Eventually, he began to try to pull away, crawl away somehow, despite Chris having a firm grip on his hips.

@ishihara takamasa Don't worry and I'd rather not have someone walk in xD ]]

With a slight grunt, Chris yanked his c-ock out of Miyavi's mouth when he bit down. Thankfully, there were no marks on his flesh, but it hurt like hell. So, he yanked the half-Japanese by the hair and glared down at him. "You dirty f-ucking s-lut...." He growled. He was going to be pretty nice to him but now he was done taking it easy on the other.

Chris moved back to Miyavi's a-ss, spanking it hard and full force. He struck the soft skin two more times to prove his point. "You're f-ucking loss. I will tear your insides apart." He hissed. He sat up on his knees, aiming his c-ock before shoving it into the other's tight a-ss with a groan. God, it was painful. He thought he had stretched him out enough, but apparently not.

Hunching over Miyavi's body, the blonde grunted as he began ing his hips. He ed hard and rough and held onto the smaller hips to steady himself. It was so tight around his length, like a 's. "Thought you would've been more loose, seeing how much of a w-hore you are." Chris laughed.

[[ Sorry it's so short, the party's starting so I'll see you~ <3 ]]

@chris hemsworth (if you go easy on him, then Miyavi can't hate you and then our whole plot explodes into smithereens XD)

(and I can totally have someone walk in if ya like~)

Chris' words felt like a slap in the face and a punch in the gut. He was half- and he was completely at the other's mercy, his 'doll' so-to-speak to do with as he pleased and the thought made his insides burn. F-ucking b-astard! Miyavi wanted to cut the man's _____ off and feed it to his mom, but all he could do was whimper and moan as the man finally pulled his fingers out. He hated this, Chris, the robbers and every f-ucking thing that led to him ever meeting the other. What the bloody h-ell did he do to deserve this?! Or did Chris think that just because he kept his hair long, had a sense of fashion, wore a hint of eyeliner and had a collection of tattoos, that Miyavi was some hoe he could just walk in and f-uck when he was drunk and _____?!

Before he even thought of somehow rolling or crawling away, he had Chris' _____ stuffed down his throat and was choking around it. It took him a minute to half-way come back to his senses and stop gagging as much. Still on all fours, his head held in place and his eyes glaring daggers into Chris, anger and hate took over. If the f-ucking foreigner thought he'd just him off like a good little pet, he had another thing coming. Growling as much as one can with a d-ick gagging you, Miyavi sank his teeth into the man's c-ock painfully.

@ishihara takamasa For some reason, Chris, no matter how drunk he was, couldn't bring himself to drop all caring for the smaller half-Japanese. Maybe because he actually wanted to f-uck him ever since he laid eyes on him. Maybe it was because he had grown soft since his days in the gang, but whatever it was, he knew it wasn't good. The best thing to do would be to just r-ape him and get the hell out. "You're already have , doll, can't stop now." he chuckled deeply then pulled his fingers out harshly.

The blonde got up onto his knees, fumbling with his belt as his mind cleared up just a little. Logically, this wasn't exactly the best way to solve his problem of his location being found out, but he was h-orny from the alcohol and pissed as hell, so r-ape seemed like a two for one right there. As he ran his large hand over his shaft, he looked at Miyavi rather closely. Was that son of a b-itch seriously crying? I guess that would happen when you're being f-ucked without your permission. As terrible as it sounded, he actually looked cute with that tear running down his cheek, in complete submission to him. It was extremely gratifying, in a sick, sadistic way.

He then went to the front of the smaller again and without any warning, shoved his long, hard c-ock into his mouth. Chris held the back of his head just so he'd stay put before slowly of the cavern, lowly, almost growling, at the intense pleasure. It would be so weird, yet still hot, if someone were to walk in on this happening. But that wasn't likely.

@chris hemsworth (I got an idea~ can you f-uck him till he passes out and then leave him the way he is please? that'd make him so angry :D)

Miyavi visibly flinched at that voice and wild thoughts coursed through his mind. What should he do? He didn't know why this was happening. Just play along? No! He couldn't just let Chris _____ him, but what could he do to make him stop? Nothing and that was the bitter truth. The foreigner was stronger, heavier and taller than Miyavi, not to forget that the half-Japanese was restricted in his movements. A wave of fear rushed through him as the man leaned over him and he was almost relieved when 'only' three fingers were pushed into his mouth.

His heart was beating loudly and quickly, his brain working overtime till it gave out and he just kneeled there without knowing what the hell he was supposed to do. But he definitely knew why he should on those fingers and it would be his loss if he didn't. And so, he s his tongue around them, slathering them up nicely, and on them until they were pulled out of his mouth again, leaving him gasping for air slightly.

He could feel Chris' _____ against him and he could feel it's size and he definitely didn't like what he felt. F-ucking foreigners! Miyavi started to wonder if people could actually be split in two from s-ex. Tears welled up in his eyes and he cried out for the first of many times that night in pain as Chris shoved three fingers into his tight a-ss. It was hell. It burned and a single tear trickled down his cheek, there would be many more to come.

His breath hitched as he felt the man's fingers press against his prostate and his breathing increased to a pant. But Miyavi managed to bite down a moan. What was this? Chris was taking him into consideration, he wanted him to take pleasure in this?! Then he shouldn't have suddenly barged into the tattoo parlour in the middle of the night, pushed him to the ground and shoved his fingers in his _____. F-ucking prick. No way in hell was he giving the other the satisfaction of enjoying this. Miyavi was going to curse him to death and hate him till Chris' bones disintegrated.

Then, a peculiar thought occurred to him. The tattoo parlour. They were in the tattoo parlour. As weird as it was, in this darn situation the thought that filled him with dread and worry, was that they'd make the floor dirty. Perhaps it was an attempt to feel like he'd reduced a little damage. "C-chris.. please.. not h-here", he whimpered, stuttering as the other his fingers into him.

@ishihara takamasa "I said shut up! The only thing I wanna hear is you screaming my name, w-hore!" Chris raised his gravelly voice, sounding like a thundering boom. He wouldn't sober up for a good couple hours and even then, he was still mad as hell. He did love this rush it gave him, though, so he couldn't stop at this point. He hunched his body over Miyavi's, practically covering him, and shoved three of his long fingers into his open mouth. ". Now." Chris demanded.

If Miyavi were to fight back, which was highly unlikely, it would take a hell of a lot to get Chris to stop. He would have to actually kill him probably in order to get him to stop, but with what? The blonde began grinding his surprisingly hard clothed c-ock against the other's exposed . God, it was pretty f-ucking nice, especially for a guy's. Not even some girls had an a-ss that nice. Then again, it wasn't everyday Chris had or even s-ex since he assumed plenty of people had some STD.

Once his fingers, he felt, were nice and slick, he yanked them out and shoved all of them into the half-Japanese's tight a-ss. The muscles were clenching so much against Chris' digits and he loved it, only making him want to f-uck him right then and there. But, he was drunk, not completely savage. He ed them roughly, purposely pressing for that certain bundle of nerves that would surely make Miyavi forget how terrible this was. He twisted his fingers, hooked them so they scratched against his walls, almost everything just to drive him over the edge with want.

@chris hemsworth Miyavi's frowned in disbelief as the other's hand started tugging his pants off. Frantically, he tried to push the other off, but finally only managed to make Chris budge a few centimeters and far too little to push him off completely. As he looked up into the man's face, which was now adorned with a cruel, heartless expression, he didn't know ho to react. What the h-ell was going on?! "Chris! What the f-uck do you think you're doing?!", he cried out angrily. Obviously, Miyavi didn't realise yet in what kind of s-hitty situation he was now. But he'd figure it out soon enough. The Japanese had never really had anything really bad happen to him. He had lived life as if he were invincible and couldn't even imagine anything like... this.

He gulped nervously, momentarily fear washing through his body at the man's words. Was he scared? Scared? He? F-uck no! Miyavi doesn't get scared, Takamasa just doesn't get scared. He hadn't felt this cold chill run, this numbing feeling and the slight tremble in his limbs for years. F-cuking years and no f-ucking way was he going through that same feeling again. He'd never been _____ before, so he didn't exactly know what to do.. but since he wasn't intimated (*cough*), his only chance to escape would be to fight back. "No! F-uck you!! What the h-ell is wrong with you???!!!", he shouted at Chris, but before he could actually attack, his arms and wrists were firmly tied in front of his torso - rather uncomfortably and he couldn't even move enough to elbow the man in the face.

What did he do to deserve this?!

The next thing he knew, Miyavi was on his knees, legs involuntarily spread to maintain balance and his upper body leaning on propped up elbows. His face paled at the thought of what was to -probably- _____/come. "A-ah!" Miyavi cried out in surprise at the unexpected spank, gnawing on his lip nervously at the warm, tingly feeling on his buttcheeks. No way was he going to sit still and let this happen. But what could he do? "Stop it Chris! Sober up!! Do you even know what you're doing?!"

@ishihara takamasa What Miyavi said, be it screams or whatever, didn't register to Chris. He didn't give two flying s-hits about what the other was screaming about. The drunk foreigner smirked evilly and removed one of his hands from the ponytail, moving it down to already start with the pants. His mind was a blur and all that had happened the past few days raced in his mind. His whole family was basically ruined and spreading apart, he would have to relocate and watch his back. No one in this world was all as they cracked up to be. Ever.

By the time he came back to reality, he had the smaller's pants halfway down. Chris leaned into his face, letting him have a nice long whiff of the alcohol on his breath before whispering, "You tell anyone, I will f-ucking kill you. No one gives a d-amn about what will happen, so just keep your dirty a-ss mouth shut." He ordered. He then quickly threw off his shirt using it as a rope to tie Miyavi's wrists together, and he tied it pretty tight. Next he flipped the other over onto all fours, taking a moment to appreciate the nice view of his before giving it a nice hard smack. His full palm hit the cheek and it immediately turned red from where his hand made harsh contact.

@chris hemsworth Miyavi was as usual cursing to himself, something about an old man running off to his wife again and leaving him to clean up all this _____. It had been a busy day, since some kid in the local school had gotten a tattoo, so now all the other barely-18s were running to them to get a kitty, ribbon or some other cute and meaningless _____ tattooed on them. He hated doing that, inking some fad on them. In a few days they'd lift their shirt and frown at the smily on their stomach. In 20 years they'll just be embarrassed about it. Tattoos were supposed to represent something life-changing, something special. It was like a diary entry and your body is the book.

"I should get married too.. that way I'll have a nice excuse to ditch clean-up. Then he'll have to get a new shop b-itch to do the dirty work!", he laughed to himself as he thoroughly wiped and disinfected all the tools that had been used. It was just a bit before 12pm and normally they'd have been already closed for several hours but.. yeah, as mentioned: busy day. And for the already stated reasons, his mood was down in the dumps.

Miyavi was busy washing things at the sink, his back facing the still unlocked entrance, when he heard the front door slam open and shut. Before he could turn around and curse at the rude intruder, somebody had a tight grip on his hair, making the Japanese yelp in surprise. "W-what?!", he simply stuttered at the stranger's insult. He had no idea what the flying _____ was going on. But that voice.. it sounded familiar. His attempts to recall where he'd heard it before, were abruptly stopped as he felt himself being forced forward and to the freshly wiped floor.

"Chris?!", was his first vocal reaction, a surprised exclamation. Miyavi was slightly relieved about who it was, although he still didn't understand what the _____ was going on. The relief was immediately thrown out the window, when he smelled a familiar smell wafting through the air and originating from the foreigner's mouth. Alcohol. And plenty of it. "You're drunk!" He was being crushed by the heavy man on top of him and couldn't move an inch. His hands had found their way to his hair, where he was trying to minimise the pain from Chris' tight grip on his ponytail. "What are you doing here? Let go of me!! _____!"

@ishihara takamasa -NEW PLOT-

Chris was sitting at his desk at home, busy filling out bank statements and crap because of a sudden withdrawal of two million won was a big deal. The past three days had been complete hell. The call he got was about his mother separating from Chris' father and seeing some other man, so he had to go to dinner with the jerk. Then he was sitting awkwardly because the tattoo was still drying, probably coming off as some stupid oaf to the new man. His name was something stupid like Roger. Who the hell still names kids Roger? To be fair, the guy was 57.
Dinner was horrid. He hardly ate a thing because he had to keep smiling and _____ for his mother's sake. Luke completely bailed on him, Liam was who the hell knows where. Although, knowing the youngest, he was probably partying. They talked about normal rich people things: people with less money, business, who was richer, and how fine or terrible the food was. Stupid. Of course he had wine too, so he got home and started drinking again. Emptied out a whole six pack within an hour.

The next day, some guys broke into his apartment and tried killing him as he slept. They looked familiar; people from a rival gang, perhaps. Chris was more than capable to kill them, though, but he did get a cut across the cheek and took some hard jabs to the chest so he had bruises. Who gave away his location? Probably that rat Miyavi or whatever his name was. He probably acted out that robbing just to get his money then told some gang that he saw him. "I'll _____ing kill you..." The blonde mumbled to himself. Now he was furious. He began drinking anything he could get his hands on. He bought several beers, vodka, liquor and downed it all. Now he was about to explode.

He stormed into the tattoo parlor, it was relatively late and probably about to close. No one was in other than Miyavi so he slammed the door on his way in, grabbing the half-Japanese by his ponytail since his back was facing the much taller man. "You little _____..." Chris hissed into his ear. He didn't even care what could happen, he was drunk and pissed. He slammed the other down against the floor, putting all his weight on the smaller so he couldn't escape him. There was no way Chris was going to hurt him in any other way than the way he liked.

@chris hemsworth Miyavi was just about to get his utensils, when Chris' phone rang. Sitting down on his chair, cross-legged he just waited and looked at him, finally nodding. "Be careful! That tattoo on your back is still fresh!", he called after him and picked up the scrap of paper with Chris' number. Barely a few minutes after the foreigner had left, a customer came knocking on the front door and so the day went on.

~THE END~

@ishihara takamasa Chris sat up, stretching just a little when Miyavi finally got off of his back and he moved over to look over the other's shoulder to inspect what he was doing. Overall, it wasn't looking too bad and he had the right idea. "It looks good." he started off but soon his phone started going off. He stood up quickly, fishing it out of his pocket and answered the call. After a series of nods, mumbles, and glances back to Miyavi, he hung up with a depleted look on his face. "Hey, we'll have to finish this some other time. I gotta get going, so I'll see ya." he waved off, grabbing a red colored pencil to sloppily write his cell phone number down. "Try not to get robbed again, okay?" the blonde joked before grabbing his shirt and walking towards his apartment.

@chris hemsworth Miyavi tapped his chin thoughtfully, still comfortably sitting on top of the man. Humming to himself he climbed off of Chris and rummaged through some drawers until he found a piece of paper and a pencil. And so, he began to sketch, occasionally cursing and shading things into a pretty picture. Finally, he fished some colouring pencils out of a box and added the colour. The final result, the Japanese showed to Chris. It was a park with trees, a path and bushes and the like, all in ombre from black at the bottom to a light grey at the tip of the trees. Behind the silhouette, a sunrise in subtly, dull colours added the atmosphere to the whole drawing. "Not quite from black&white to colour, but if you don't like this version I can also do it differently. Wait a moment, I'll show you the lion.", he said and then grabbed another piece of paper, although this one already had a roaring lion in black&white on it and Miyavi only added the gradient colours to the mane. "What do you think?" It was no artwork, but it got the point across.

@ishihara takamasa Chris hummed in thought, a habit he had and he made a sound similar to an 'I dunno.' "I just think the park or city would be rather hard to do. But if you can do the park, on my bicep, then go for it." he laughed.

@chris hemsworth Miyavi listened carefully, humming and nodding along, but not necessarily agreeing. Well, if Chris wanted a tattoo so close to the other.. who was Miyavi to not let him? The thing he wanted the Japanese to ink on him, was quite complex and hard to visualise. "So... do you want a gradient from black&white to colourful city, park or lion?", he asked the foreigner. Every option was possible.

@ishihara takamasa [[ Well, this is Chris' mind xD ]]

"Actually, I was thinking about the right arm too. Upper arm." Chris requested. "Of course, I don't expect, like a square. It's difficult to put to words...I'm sorry. My artsy side is taking over." He chuckled more to himself. A black and white dragon-- no, lion, but the mane would burst alive with color. Some would say it roared expression into life. Or did that seem stupid too? "I'm thinking a lion. And I'm trying to keep this as minimal as possible, but a black and white plain lion. The mane would be alive with wild colors and such..." He hummed. "The vision I had originally would be better for a painting. A city or a park, in black and white, but as the painting went on, it became much more colorful. That's what I saw..." He stopped and opened his eyes. "Unless that's completely stupid."

@chris hemsworth ((hammers on an arm aren't weird at all~))

"Nope, that's totally doable. But you know, I cam't just draw a square on your arm and colour it. Oh! And forearm or upper arm?" Too bad the next tattoo wasn't going to be on Chris' back again, because it looked very wide, strong and masculine. Heck it made him feel like a girl in contrast. But whatever, the guy was hot. "By the way, I think just for symmetry, the tattoo should go on the right forearm and have as little text as possible."

@ishihara takamasa Thinking to himself, the blonde was still mulling over what he wanted on his arm. He couldn't possibly say the hammer, right? That was weird and even weirder to have on his arm. Maybe the initials of someone special...but that would send out the wrong message. "It would be nice to have something start out in black and white, but soon become colorful...that would be a lot, however, huh?" Chris asked.

@chris hemsworth Miyavi nodded in response, temporarily forgetting that Chris couldn't see him and mulled over his words in his mind. Electronics.. Art.. Gangs.. what a bunch of contrasts. This guy was quite interesting. He smiled a bit when the other relaxed more, since 1: relaxing was always good and 2: inking on a tense muscle wasn't really easy. "So have any ideas for the tattoo on your arm?", he asked as he continued to tattoo the quote on his upper back.

@ishihara takamasa [[ ..... He's an actor. He's that guy who's Thor in the Avengers, Thor, Thor: The Dark World... His brother, Liam was engaged to Miley Cyrus...
You need to watch some of his movies xD that man is the s-ex xD ]]

Chris hummed, feeling Miyavi working on his back as he felt all tension from his back leave. He began to relax slightly as the tattoo was being drawn onto his back. "Why I'm in Korea. Well, it's a long story, but I'm happy to tell. My dad owns an electronics company so when I attended college, he sent me here to be close to him since this country is so advance in technology. Of course, I finished college for art but I stopped talking to my dad after that." He hummed. "And I never wanted to leave, I guess. The gang originated here and if I left...it would only make things more complicated..." He nodded.

@chris hemsworth ((I don't even know who Chris is XD but hey I saw Miyavi in person a few days ago (worldwide tour yay) and I can personally report that he has a very nice _____ /shot ))

"Hey hey, be nice to me", Miyavi chuckled as he picked up a pencil and began to draw the tattoo onto the skin. "It's soft enough to be moulded. I'll let you try when I tattoo on your arm. Unless you can reach back in this position." When he was sone, he picked up whatever he needed and began the 'operation'. In the middle of inking the word "live", he asked: "by the way.. what are you doing in Korea? It's not exactly the country many foreigners want to live in."

@ishihara takamasa [[ Okay, have you not seen Rush? Chris' _____ is shown in like, the first 30 minutes and hot damn his _____ is nice xD ]]

@ishihara takamasa "I'm not sure... Maybe I want the world to see this y body of mine. It's not nice to be stingy, after all." He buried his face in his arms as if he were getting a massage. The blonde man smiled slightly at the comment made about his _____, biting his lower lip. "I dunno, my _____ isn't much for fat, but it's plenty of muscle. I'm sure yours is nice and soft...and _____able." He mumbled the last part against his bare arm. He wasn't exactly sure if this is what normal people considered to be flirting. If so, then this small talk they've been making was always flirting.

@chris hemsworth "Yeah. Feel free to stick around so that I can ogle you some more.", Miyavi said casually and continued picking up the stuff he'd need as if he'd not just admitted to mentally undressing the man. "Don't move, you''ll regret it~", he hummed and then lifted one leg over Chris, proceeding to sit down on his _____. "Hm~ no offence, but my is nicer than yours", he joked and then leaned down, stretching the skin he'd be inking on with one hand, while wiping it clean with a pad and cleansing fluid in the other.

@ishihara takamasa With a quick nod, Chris laid down on his stomach and his back muscles flexed a little in anticipation. Of course he had heard of it hurting a little when getting a tattoo, but that was the least of his concerns. "So, drying, I assume I might as well be shirtless during that time." he chuckled to himself.

@chris hemsworth (( agreed. I was shocked XD ))

"Right then~ Let's skip all the other boring stuff and get right to it, unless you have anything to object." He didn't quite get what Chris had said last about them having a nice thing going on, but hey, he had never been the brightest bulb in class. "Lie on your stomach, I'll clean the area first. It'll hurt a lil but hey, you'll survive." Mae West then for the back and the arm could be discussed afterwards.

@ishihara takamasa [[ That is such an unflattering face for such a pretty woman xD ]]

"Religion is just a myth to me and personally, I try not to think on it. Element..I dunno, I like thunderstorms. Animal, hell, a bear? A lion?" Chris smiled a little. He bit his lower lip in thought once more. "I value...someone who...sees the world differently from myself, I guess. They have what I lack. As for how big I want the tattoos, not too big, I guess. Definitely not taking up my whole back, but something along my upper back would be nice." he nodded slowly. He had heard that quote before, many times. It was probably one of his favorite quotes about life. "I love that quote...and it looks like a nice thing we have going here..."

@chris hemsworth Well, that was kind of depressing, but not untrue. "What do you think about religion then? Favourite element? Animal? What do you value in a person? And how big do you want them to be?" Then, thinking about what the other had said, he got an idea. "Do you know Mae West? I think a quote of hers would fit you quite well 'You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.' What do you think? I could ink it on your back. Here's an example.", he continued as he flipped a few pages of the magazine Chris was holding and then pointed at a picture of one of his customers.

(( http://cdn.sheknows.com/filter/l/gallery/megan_fox_tattoo_photo.jpg ))

@ishihara takamasa Chris thought to himself, going over what was important to him. Art was important to him. His family...not so much. Maybe a quote..? He his lips as he glanced at the other man and spoke softly. "Not much is important to me besides art, to be fully honest. Love is _____, my family...psh, I haven't spoken to them in a few years now. And other than that, nothing significant has happened in my life, aside from gang activity." he shrugged.

@chris hemsworth Miyavi watched Chris as he washed his hands and slipped on some see-through gloves. Hygiene first, after all. "Hmm, yes arms and backs is a good choice for someone like you. How about giving the tattoo a meaning? Anything you like especially? Anything that caught your attention or perhaps a fond memory? Tattoos are permanent, so one shouldn't randomly ink balloons and teddybears one one's skin.", he said. Miyavi had no idea how many times he'd held this speech for a customer, but it was a requirement here. "Personally, I think a tattoo on your back would be a bad idea, unless it's really meaningful."