then.” He promised.
Chapter 8
Reflection
Dorian's obsession for Megan peaked after
conversing with her. Thus, his time between her and Thomas of late
wasn't as evenly divided as he had planned. Having ditched him for
nearly a week, he decided to spend the evening with his friend. He
feared if he didn't humor Thomas with his presence, he might become
curious about what occupied his time.
“Glad to have you back on the dark side,”
Thomas laughed, patting Dorian on the back. “To commemorate your
return, let's get matching tattoos.”
“You're kidding right?” Dorian groaned,
rolling his eyes.
“Of course not! You’re my best friend,
actually you're my only friend, so it’s high time we seal the deal,
so to speak.” Thomas responded earnestly.
Not falling for his sincerity, Dorian
countered. “But our skin will just heal, so what's the point?”
“It's the thought that counts, remember?”
Thomas added, before flashing his infamous sinister grin. “Anyway,
won't the look on the humans’ faces be priceless when our tattoos
vanish?”
“If you say so,” Dorian sighed.
*****
Not an inch of exposed skin on either of the
two tattoo artists remained unadorned. In fact, the male's large
frame was impaled with so much metal, if he walked through a metal
detector it would explode. Although Dorian was a vampire and could
effortlessly rip the guy in half, he was intimated by his massive
size. This, of course, was the artist Thomas had chosen for his
'best friend'. Thomas' artist of choice, although just as tattooed
and pierced, was female and half his size.
“This is my friend's first tattoo and he's a
little shy,” Thomas informed 'Tiny' as he grabbed Dorian in a
headlock and rubbed his head before he wrenched free. “Especially
about the tattoo he wants to celebrate his life choices.” He leaned
in and whispered in Tiny's ear.
“What did he say?!” Dorian demanded,
smoothing out his ruffled hair.
“He told me what tattoo
you wanted and where you wanted it,” Tiny replied with an overly obliging
smile.
“And?!” Dorian barked, glancing nervously
back and forth between Thomas' wicked smile and Tiny's inviting
one.
“He told me to tattoo 'COME IN' across your
ass,” gushed Tiny, obviously excited by the prospect of tattooing
Dorian's backside.
Laughter erupted from Thomas, realizing his
joke was going much farther than he intended.
How fortuitous to happen upon a giant
queer.
“Whhaat?” Dorian stammered. “Why would I
want 'come in' tattooed on my ass?” He asked his bent over friend.
“Thomas, why are you laughing so hard?”
Straightening himself, Thomas jeered. “Oh,
Dorian, I never tire of your innocence.” Patting Dorian on the
back, he led him away from the two tattoo artists. One hand on
Dorian's shoulder, Thomas attempted to explain the joke to his
naive friend. “It's a joke, Dorian, about your sexual preference.
Let's just say, if you tried to kiss Tiny, he wouldn't push you
away.” Thomas glanced back, spotting Tiny ogling Dorian. “No,
judging from the look he's giving you, he would enjoy making you
his bitch.”
Knocking Thomas' hand from his shoulder,
Dorian huffed, “I know you enjoy my lack of sexual knowledge, but
I'm tired of always being the butt of your jokes.”
Dorian's choice of words ignited Thomas'
laughter once again. After receiving a not so pleasant look from
his friend, he tried to calm himself. “Sorry, your choice of words
was too much. Butt? I couldn't help but laugh.”
“Fuck you, Thomas!” Dorian snapped.
“If anyone's getting fucked, it's you.”
Thomas teased, unable to resist another jab.
“Ha-ha! I'm leaving!”
Dorian yelled, Thomas' last remark the final straw.
Blocking the exit, Thomas placed both hands
on Dorian's chest to hold him back. “No, don't go. I'll behave.
I'll even smooth things over with your boyfriend.” Dorian shoved
him away from the door, but before he could escape, Thomas once
again grabbed him by
Chapter 8
Reflection
Dorian's obsession for Megan peaked after
conversing with her. Thus, his time between her and Thomas of late
wasn't as evenly divided as he had planned. Having ditched him for
nearly a week, he decided to spend the evening with his friend. He
feared if he didn't humor Thomas with his presence, he might become
curious about what occupied his time.
“Glad to have you back on the dark side,”
Thomas laughed, patting Dorian on the back. “To commemorate your
return, let's get matching tattoos.”
“You're kidding right?” Dorian groaned,
rolling his eyes.
“Of course not! You’re my best friend,
actually you're my only friend, so it’s high time we seal the deal,
so to speak.” Thomas responded earnestly.
Not falling for his sincerity, Dorian
countered. “But our skin will just heal, so what's the point?”
“It's the thought that counts, remember?”
Thomas added, before flashing his infamous sinister grin. “Anyway,
won't the look on the humans’ faces be priceless when our tattoos
vanish?”
“If you say so,” Dorian sighed.
*****
Not an inch of exposed skin on either of the
two tattoo artists remained unadorned. In fact, the male's large
frame was impaled with so much metal, if he walked through a metal
detector it would explode. Although Dorian was a vampire and could
effortlessly rip the guy in half, he was intimated by his massive
size. This, of course, was the artist Thomas had chosen for his
'best friend'. Thomas' artist of choice, although just as tattooed
and pierced, was female and half his size.
“This is my friend's first tattoo and he's a
little shy,” Thomas informed 'Tiny' as he grabbed Dorian in a
headlock and rubbed his head before he wrenched free. “Especially
about the tattoo he wants to celebrate his life choices.” He leaned
in and whispered in Tiny's ear.
“What did he say?!” Dorian demanded,
smoothing out his ruffled hair.
“He told me what tattoo
you wanted and where you wanted it,” Tiny replied with an overly obliging
smile.
“And?!” Dorian barked, glancing nervously
back and forth between Thomas' wicked smile and Tiny's inviting
one.
“He told me to tattoo 'COME IN' across your
ass,” gushed Tiny, obviously excited by the prospect of tattooing
Dorian's backside.
Laughter erupted from Thomas, realizing his
joke was going much farther than he intended.
How fortuitous to happen upon a giant
queer.
“Whhaat?” Dorian stammered. “Why would I
want 'come in' tattooed on my ass?” He asked his bent over friend.
“Thomas, why are you laughing so hard?”
Straightening himself, Thomas jeered. “Oh,
Dorian, I never tire of your innocence.” Patting Dorian on the
back, he led him away from the two tattoo artists. One hand on
Dorian's shoulder, Thomas attempted to explain the joke to his
naive friend. “It's a joke, Dorian, about your sexual preference.
Let's just say, if you tried to kiss Tiny, he wouldn't push you
away.” Thomas glanced back, spotting Tiny ogling Dorian. “No,
judging from the look he's giving you, he would enjoy making you
his bitch.”
Knocking Thomas' hand from his shoulder,
Dorian huffed, “I know you enjoy my lack of sexual knowledge, but
I'm tired of always being the butt of your jokes.”
Dorian's choice of words ignited Thomas'
laughter once again. After receiving a not so pleasant look from
his friend, he tried to calm himself. “Sorry, your choice of words
was too much. Butt? I couldn't help but laugh.”
“Fuck you, Thomas!” Dorian snapped.
“If anyone's getting fucked, it's you.”
Thomas teased, unable to resist another jab.
“Ha-ha! I'm leaving!”
Dorian yelled, Thomas' last remark the final straw.
Blocking the exit, Thomas placed both hands
on Dorian's chest to hold him back. “No, don't go. I'll behave.
I'll even smooth things over with your boyfriend.” Dorian shoved
him away from the door, but before he could escape, Thomas once
again grabbed him by
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