Mark of Belonging

God, what possesses me to write this stuff? I don't know, you guys. Really.

So, this was supposed to be a drabble… and again, Shinji just wouldn’t shut his fucking mouth, so it’s much longer than I originally intended. Also, there needs to be more piercing kink out there. Srsly.

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Ichigo knelt impatiently on the floor, straining to hear any sound of his lover. He swiveled his head at a small noise to his left and blinked against the black silk folded over his eyes, wishing he could see. Shinji had said something about a surprise, and where the blonde was involved, that wasn’t always a good thing.

He jerked when he felt a fingertip trace the line of his jaw; he hadn’t realized Shinji was so close. He felt strong fingers gripping the hair at the base of his skull, tugging, and he let his head be pulled back, his mouth falling open, eager for a kiss.

He jerked again when he tasted rubber, struggling a little as Shinji tied the gag in place. His breath was harsh in the stillness of the room, coming out of him in quick pants. He could tell when Shinji knelt beside him, hearing the rustle of cloth, and moaned a little in frustration when Shinji pulled his arms behind him and started tying them together with the silky red rope that Ichigo was all too familiar with.

“Tonight, Ichigo,” Shinji said, and Ichigo shivered at the seriousness in his lover’s voice, “we’re not playing a game.”

Ichigo made a quizzical noise in the back of his throat, starting to worry just a little.

“I’m going to ask you some questions, and you either nod or shake your head. Do you understand?”

Ichigo nodded, waiting to find out exactly what Shinji was up to.

“Tell me, Ichigo, are you kneeling here, for me, of your own free will?”

Ichigo nodded again, desperate to know what Shinji wanted of him. Somehow this felt a little dangerous, and his stomach gave a nervous little flip.

“Good. And you’ve given yourself to me of your own free will?”

Another nod.

“You belong to me.”

Ichigo wasn’t sure that was a question, but he nodded anyway.

“Then, are you willing to wear a mark of my ownership?”

Ichigo was a little taken aback. He wasn’t sure what that meant exactly, if Shinji meant a collar, which might be embarrassing and difficult to explain, or something else. Hesitatingly, he nodded.

Shinji was quiet for a long moment and Ichigo started to panic a little.

“You don’t seem very sure about that.”

Ichigo nodded again, vigorously. Shinji knew him, knew what he liked, what he needed, and Ichigo could trust him. The teen made a pleading sound in the back of his throat.

“That’s more like it,” Shinji said gently.

Ichigo tried to identify the sounds he heard now, but couldn’t quite place them. He could feel how tense he was, skin quivering in anticipation, but he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

He could feel Shinji kneeling by him again and tried to relax.

“Alright, Ichigo?”

Ichigo nodded, taking deep breaths.

“That’s right, Ichigo, just breathe and hold very still.”

Ichigo felt a strange touch at his nipple and he pondered at it for a second before he felt a stabbing pain. He made a noise of outrage through the gag and tried to twist away, but he could feel pain radiating outwards from something stuck through his left nipple. Had Shinji just fucking pierced him?

“Stop struggling, Ichigo. I could make a mistake if you’re not careful. Now, this is going to pinch a little—”

Ichigo tried to swear around the gag. Pinch a little? Shinji was out of his fucking mind. The sharp pain was over quickly enough, much to Ichigo’s relief, to be replaced with a dull throbbing. He could feel Shinji fiddling with whatever piece of jewelry that had just been stabbed through his flesh.

When the hands left him, Ichigo started getting a bad feeling about what was coming next. Again, he felt a strange touch, this time over his right nipple, and he made a pleading sound low in the back of his throat. There was a pause, and Ichigo panted, trying not to squirm too much.

“Ichigo,” Shinji said, voice surprisingly gentle. “You agreed to this.”

At that, Ichigo tried his best to make an argumentative sound; this wasn’t at all what he had expected.

“You should trust me,” Shinji tried again, making Ichigo go still, feeling a little guilty. Of course he trusted Shinji, of course. He had been interested in being marked, in having a reminder to hold onto all day. “Just think,” Hirako continued, voice low, sexy, making Ichigo tremble. “Your nipples will be so sensitive, you’ll be at school, hard for me, feeling them brush against your shirt. You’ll want it so bad, want to touch them, oh, Ichigo, I’ll make you beg—”

Ichigo whimpered loudly, his erection returning. He’d been hard at the beginning, just being around Shinji was generally enough to do him in, but the shock and pain of the piercing had effectively rid him of it. Now though, he was aching. He wanted what Shinji was promising, wanted it so bad, needed it. The burn in his left nipple felt exquisite now and Ichigo shook hard, trying to maintain his composure and failing.

He always got like this, always, when Shinji pushed his limits, made him beg, made him submit. Desperate, so desperate.

“That’s right,” Shinji said, voice still husky. He ran his hands soothingly over Ichigo quivering flesh. “Good boy.”

Good boy, Ichigo repeated in his head, hips jerking. At first he had been angry when Shinji called him that, but it had recently become his favorite epithet.

He took deep breaths when he felt the touch come again, trying to prepare himself for what was coming, but he still let out an anguished sound when the needle stabbed through. He whimpered when the needle was replaced by whatever piece of jewelry Shinji had chosen for him.

He moaned gratefully when Shinji pulled of the blindfold and kissed him at the corner of his gagged mouth before removing the bit of rubber, too. Looking down, Ichigo tried to get used to the sight of matching captive ball rings in each nipple, waiting for Shinji to unbind his arms so he could touch them.

“Do you like them?” Shinji asked after untying the rope, wrapping his arms around Ichigo’s waist and resting his chin on the teen’s shoulder.

“Yes, Shinji—thank you.” Ichigo hissed as he hesitatingly touched the little garnet bead on one ring, but he liked the sight of them. Hot, definitely. He wondered how long they would hurt like this.

“It’ll probably take about three to six months to heal entirely, but after a few weeks they should be feeling less sore,” Shinji explained as if reading Ichigo’s mind.

“Next time, won’t you warn me before sticking bits of metal through my skin?”

He felt Shinji smile against his ear. “Maybe.”

Ichigo was going to argue the point, but couldn’t quite form the words he wanted to when Shinji stroked one hand lazily down his stomach towards his cock.

“Bet you’d look pretty with a ring through here,” Shinji teased, thumbing the head of Ichigo’s cock.

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Safety disclaimer: Nipple piercings hurt! Trust me on this one. And don’t try this stuff at home unless you are absolute sure of what you’re doing, like Shinji is. Personally, I would recommend going to get any piercing done professionally, and make sure you take good care of them afterwards. Infected piercings are no fun! D:

PS: Please let me know what you think! :D