Erotic Fiction

He came home after I sent him out to buy some clothes, and I was busy cleaning up a few things in the apartment. I had found many trinkets, including a rather nice, brand new tattoo machine. It had all the inks with it as well, but all I needed was the black ink. Actually, to be quite honest, I didn’t need any ink at all, being that I could change my skin to whatever design I wanted to, if I so wished. It’s a perk of being alien. I plugged it in to see if it worked, and just as the buzzing started, Appolonious strolled in. He had done well on his shopping spree, as I heard many large bags plop down onto my white italian sofa. I unplugged, and reboxed the tattoing gun. I slid the gun under the bed from whence it came as Loni walked in. He stood a moment and admired my awkward position. I stood up and smiled to him “how did shopping go?”
“Oh, it went great. Say, did I hear something just now?”
“No, probably not. I was just rearranging some things.” I sat down at the foot of the bed, directly above the hidden treasure.
“I think I did. Care to tell me what you had?”
“A secret. Something I might want to use in the future. Or, for you to use on me, perhaps. A certain amount of trust is needed, of course, to use such a delicate machine on one such as me. I think you’ve gained that trust.”
Loni’s eyes lit up, going straight to the buzzing noise and the idea of what sex toy I could be hiding from him, and making mention of using on me. I could see the various ideas racing through his head as he tried to sneak up and grab for the box under the bed. I casually slid my foot to one side, brushing his arm away. Loni pouted and I smirked.
“It’s not what you think.” I said, as I laid down and picked up a piece of paper from the bedside table. On it was a doodle I drew once, a scorpion with its sting poised up, as if on the attack. I sighed and traced the outline with my wandering eyes. Loni lunged towards the foot of the bed and I sat up and calmly pulled him over me and plopped him into the corner of the bed. He pouted again.
“If it isn’t what I think, than what is it?” He muttered.
“It’s a surprise, like I said, and if you keep this up, you’re going to lose the privilage of using it.” With that, he stopped trying to reach for it. He took a look at the scorpion drawing and shrugged. “That’s a nice drawing, Al. What you plan on doing with it?”
“You’ll see. Come on, let me go cook you some dinner. You can show me everything you got.”

After a dinner of pasta primevera, and a short production put on by Loni, I let things settle down a little before pouring myself a third glass of wine. I sipped it and went into deep thought. After a bit, Loni waved his hand in front of my face and I smiled a bit, sipping my wine once more. “Yes, I know, you want to see what the surprise is. Wait here.” I stood up and brought out the small, plain white box. I handed it to him and motioned for him to open it.
He opened it and his eyes widened slightly for a moment. “You mean… you want me to… ?” He asked with a look of worry and self doubt in his eyes.
“Yes. I trust that you have had some experience with such a tool.”
“Not really, but I can try.”
“Don’t worry about screwing up. I can heal it over and start fresh.”
“It’s not that it’s that…”
“Be quiet. You are far too skittish, now just calm yourself. You will not harm me, and anyway, it’s been something that I wanted to do for a long time. I just never found someone I’d trust to lay a needle into my skin. They could ruin the perfection of it. But you, I could forgive.” I put my hand over his, which was gently, tenatively, touching the machine. He flinched a bit. I smiled and whispered, “You have my confidence.”
He simply nodded and sighed a bit.

I sat on the floor, my hair over my left shoulder. He touched my right shoulderblade gently, sending chills up my spine. He started the pen up and it buzzed as he waited for the ink to flow to the needle. He proceeded by looking at the picture of the scorpion and following every line, every shading, and going slowly, gently. The pain was glorious. Every moment he struck my skin with the needle, I sighed out a whimper of joyous agony.
After an hour, he was done. He set down the tattooing contraption and sighed, flopping over on the couch like a ragdoll. I stood up, rolled my shoulder, and walked into the bathroom. I inspected the work he did, and he did it perfectly. The blood rolled down my shoulder like red tears of joy from the scorpion’s back. I brought in the vasoline and had him slather the tattoo down. I smiled mildly at Loni and kissed his forehead. “You did a wonderful job. Perfect to the degree of a present for you. Would you like to share this tattoo with me?”
“I.. I don’t know. Let me think about it.” His eyes glimmered with joy that I’d ask such a question of him.
“I don’t want us to be seperated in the long run. This is my way of honoring this bond.” I explained. He blushed deeply and I put my hand on his shoulder.
“I want to inform you that I may not be around to see your plans come to fruition. This is my way o…”
“Wait, why not?”
“I most likely will not live to see that day.”
“What do you mean by that?” He raised his voice. “Are you dying?”
“We don’t have the same lifespan as humans. We live 30 years at the very most. I’m already 20. You have to understand that I’m not going to be around for everything. Don’t get so attatched to me.” I was trying to stay calm about this. It wasn’t working.
“Don’t get so attatched? Fine, I’ll try not to.” He huffed. I kissed him roughly and he stopped his fretting and melted into my arms like he had done so often before.