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Who: Xanxus and YOU
What: Open Mic Night, tattooing, shopping for birthday gifts
When: the first part of March
Where: some indi-goth club, a tattoo parlor, vista city mall.
Warnings: Standard Xanxus warnings apply

A - Open Mic night
He had told Sariel he would look into the club they had discussed after his musical throw down with Sabo. It's definitely not what he's used to. He's so used to the gritty dirty crowded punk scene of Club VorTeQ. This is so different. It's definitely a Goth club. Darkness and rich but muted shades that are more black than anything else. There's fishnet everywhere. At least he feels a bit at home with his usual leathers.

He signs up for his turn at the Mic and he doesn't even care to try and hide his name. He likes the attention and perhaps there are some fans of his old band here. This crowd does seem to be the dark operatic metal type. It's just too bad it's canned music. At least for now.

Xanxus waits for his turn with a drink in hand, as always. He sits towards the back on the room, using the shadows to he benefit, just watching and listening. At some point, he even puts his feet up on the table in front of him. He's pretty damn comfy now and easy enough to approach.

At some point, he'll have to get up and head towards the stage. Until then, he's more than happy to entertain whoever wants to join him at that table.

B - Skin Deep Tattoo Parlor
It's been a long time coming. He did what he could to get rid of that brand but nothing had really worked. He has one more solution. Ink over top of it. Cover up the scar with art. He's heard a lot of good things about this place. It had just taken a bit of doing to get an appointment there. His manager had made a metric shit ton of demands on him. He gets free time for sessions under the needle, but in return, he owes her a magazine shoot, three new songs, a music video and a carton of incredibly expensive cigarettes.

The driver drops him and now he just stands outside of the parlor. There's a frown on his face. "God. I'm so lame..." Of all the times to have second thoughts about this.

C - The mall
What do you buy a guy that did everything for him. He remembers now. He remembers and he also remembers that there's a birthday coming up. That means presents. Only he can't really remember what he likes. He just remembers fish. Lots of fish. Which is why he's in the pet store at the mall looking at aquarium after aquarium of goldfish.

But not before browsing the cat toy aisle. There was a pretty neat raccoon tail looking toy. It now has a place in his hair next to his ~~other cat toys~~ feathers. He's about to call a employee over when a young mother with a small baby comes to demand an autograph. He scribbles his X on the blanket and turns back to the fish as the baby drops it's binkey.

It starts to wail loudly and Xanxus turns to pick it up. He picks up the pacifier and for a moment, there it is again. That memory. A small child, just barely a toddler. A purple pacifier. It's the baby again. He's remembering the baby again. But he knows he's mafia. Why would there be such a strong memory of an infant. Unless.

Unless.

"HOLY SHIT!" Xanxus shoves the binkey at the mother and dashes out of the pet store. He doesn't even care if he slams onto anyone on the way out. He's panicking. He's too young to be a father!

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"Xan!" Ryouta calls out cheerfully as he stepped out of his own car. "Here to get a tattoo too?"

Ryouta pulls up the side of his shirt, exposing his hip bone. "Gonna get a sun right here." He looks at Xanxus, smiling brightly. "What are you thinking of getting?"

He turns when he hears that name. Only a few people are allowed to do that and this blond is definitely one of them. He grins and is definitely looking at that exposed flesh. He wants to put finger shaped bruises on it. Or bite it. One of the two. But he's going to be good. "Why not an big X?" Because something tells him he enjoys making his property up with Xs.

"And I have an idea. It's something I keep seeing. It's...like a heraldic flag design. A black lion rampant on a background of a white X." He shifts a little. "Large enough to cover it." He's certain Ryouta knows what he's talking about. The brand that he's done everything he could to remove, including burning over top of it.

"But you know tattoos hurt right? You want me to hold your hand?"

Ryouta gives Xanxus a big, shameless smile. "I wouldn't mind if you did." He puts his shirt back down. "Maybe I'll get an X next time. I've been wanting this one for awhile."

Ryouta does know. He's seen Xanxus naked often enough. He remembers seeing it for the first time after Xanxus was mostly recovered from being kidnapped by Predator.

It had been chilling. And since he knew what it was and where it came from he had never said anything, and did his best not to touch it, not wanting to remind Xanxus of being tortured for days.

He laughs. He might just put those marks on him later then. And just use a permanent marker for the X. He reaches out and sort of smacks Ryouta on the back before looping his arm around the former model.

"Let's go on in then. I'll be right there for your ink and you can see the design I want. Maybe I'll even let you watch." Mostly because he knows tattooing over heavy scars is going to hurt like a bitch. But that pain won't be anything compared to those long days and nights with Predator.

"And after, I'll treat you to lunch."

"I can hold you hand if you want," Ryouta offers. He feels a little shy when he offers. Xanxus is a grown up. But still he's utterly sincere in offering.

"Sounds like a plan. You got a place in mind?"

Shit, that's cute as fuck. How can he say no to that. "I would tell you to hold something else, but I'm not going to be whipping my dick out here." His broad grin matches his dancing tone.

"And yeah, I do. Some place nice. A place where you have to wear a fucking tie. Only we're going to go in without one because we're famous and we can fuck the rules however we want. Because you deserve a fancy ass dinner."

Only Xanxus would suggest something like that. Ryouta laughs and presses against Xanxus.

"Yeah, I don't think the artist would like me giving you a hand job while you got a tattoo."

He makes a pleased little sound. "That sounds great," he said. "It's been awhile since I had a fancy dinner."

"Yeah, he'd get all jealous cause you're hot and I'm huge. So we'll save him the headache." That and angry artists mean shit jobs. He doesn't want that. "Oh? Then I know just where to take you." It's the most expensive place he can think of. "But I won't tell you. It'll be a reward for sitting through your tattoo."

He gives Ryouta a small pat on the ass before he heads to the door to open it and nod. "Let's get this done then."

"Unless he gets off on being a voyeur," Ryouta gives Xanxus a wink as he walks in. "But I think I want to be selfish and keep your huge dick to myself today." He walks to the receptionist and tells him he's there for his appointment.

He's directed back and he waits for Xanxus to join him in the back.

Xanxus laughs and watches Ryouta walk in, enjoying the view before he follows. He won't let himself be turned away. Even if he doesn't have an appointment, he's going to be right there for Ryouta.

He plops himself into a seat with a smirk and leans forward on his knees. "Remember, if it hurts, call out for me and I'll be right there."

Ryouta smiles and lays down on the chair.

The artist comes in and gets Ryouta ready. Pants pulled down a bit, shirt lifted up.

He sneaks a glance at Xanxus. He's a little nervous. He wants to hold Xanxus' hand now, but is to shy to ask.

He watches the blond. He keeps an eye on the artist, trying not to growl possessively. Ryouta has to be touched. He has to remind himself that. But he'll be damned if he doesn't plant his flag in the most obvious way possible.

He scoots the chair he's on loudly until he's right next to him and sort of grabs at Ryouta. It should be sweet hand holding, but Xanxus somehow makes it a lot more possessive and oppressive. He's letting the artist and everyone in the parlor know that this amazing blond is HIS.

The whole situation is a bit bizzare. The artist pauses, blinks, but makes no comment as he begins to work on the blond's skin.

Ryouta's left a little breathless by Xanxus' actions. It was... a lot more aggressive then he was expecting. It's not like they're exclusive. Okay, it had been awhile since he fucked anyone except Xanxus...

He gave Xanxus' hand a reassuring squeeze and smiled up at him. "Thanks," he said.

It was just Xanxus being Xanxus.

He's probably going to be getting more and more aggressive. Eventually, he's going to slip and end up hurting Ryouta. He knows that. It looms over his head. He doesn't want to hurt him though. He likes Ryouta. He likes Ryouta a lot.

"No problem. I've got you." He'll be right there, making sure the artist stays proper and that Ryouta isn't hurting too much.

Ryouta has no idea what he's getting himself into.

He smiles at Xanxus, the smile he's been smiling at Xanxus for awhile now.

He winced once the artist began to work. He grips Xanxus' hand, tightening every once in awhile.

That smile makes him relax just a little. He'll even lightly kiss against Ryouta's knuckles but he's watching the artist like a hawk. He probably will have to go to a different place for his, since intimidating the artist is a sure way to get a crap tat.

"You're doing good. Just keep strong."

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