Ink Me Up, Baby [2P!China x Reader]

The air was cool and crisp, the breeze a constant nipping at your nose. It was only early November, not even two weeks in, yet it seemed as though no one told Mother Nature that. Instead of dearly missed sweater-weather, you got shivers-and-coat-weather. Really, this type of day was one only enjoyable inside.

'Speaking of inside,' you thought, teeth snapped together in an effort to keep them from chattering, 'how far down is this place?!'

It was the middle of the afternoon and, instead of wasting the day away curled in a blanket while on Netflix, Allen had insisted that you come and visit him. Unlike you, Allen still had work and couldn't take the day off; which was, in his words, "absolute bullshitery". So, after consistently bugging you for a good hour with texts filled with "I'm bored", "come over", and "gdi it's colder than Satan's blueballs out give me a break here", you finally caved.

After dragging yourself from out under your toasty blankets, you had quickly dressed as warmly as possible before setting out. Still, the rush left you with no scarf, ruffled hair, and an irritated attitude. Only for Allen would you move your butt as fast as you did; of course it was for the one reason of getting him to shut up, but it was the thought that counted.

Since then you had walked the ten blocks to Allen's tattoo parlor, the Red Dragon. Truthfully, you could not remember a time where the walk had ever felt as long as it did now. At least your feet had carried you the entire way and you were able to spot the ridiculously huge wooden dragon (courtesy of Allen's brother Matt, that crafty bastard) that was nailed to the front door so long ago that even Allen forgot when it had been installed.

When you finally got to the front door, you had to smile at the muted red of the lights and the chipped black paint. It looked every bit the sleazy tattoo place every downtown should have - but that was all in the decorations and the sign. You knew from personal experience that Allen took his work quite seriously, no matter how much the hideous dragon outside would say otherwise.

You shook your head fondly and stepped inside, the heat almost knocking you to the ground. A small bell dinged from its place above the door and a familiar mop of brown hair turned towards the sound.

"_______!" he yelled. "Finally, doll, I was wondering when you'd get here!"

"Oh calm down, it hasn't even been twenty minutes."

He snorted, "Being calm is for lame fuckers."

"Well then," you smirked, "that only proves my point."

Your friend laughed, a scratchy sound deep in his throat, and placed his palms on the counter he was behind. With mischievous eyes and a raunchy grin, Allen launched himself over the counter and proceeded to literally sweep you off your feet; one arm under your knees and the other supported your back.

Allen gave your body a squeeze as he kissed your cheek with a loud smack. By the time he finally set you down, the both of you laughing, Allen's employees had all trickled in from where they had been resting. On normal occasions (i.e. whenever you decided to take the trip here) Allen would have yelled at them to get back to work, so you were a bit surprised when he pushed you towards the others for a giant hug pile. 

One by one the others mussed up your hair, kissed your cheeks, and wrapped you up in their warmth. You caught glimpses of tattoo after tattoo on chests, arms, and necks. By the time you got done being everyone's hug-doll, your eyes were spinning from all the colors and your coat was definitely no longer needed; you were more than warm now.

Thankfully, after everyone got their piece of you and left to curve their boredom, you were able to remove your coat and hung it on the carved tusks of a nearby elephant mask. You never questioned its existence and that seemed to suit Allen just fine.

Once you had fixed your messy clothing and hair, you found yourself under Allen's arm as he guided you back over to the main counter. He hopped over it again, but you decided to just sit on the counter itself; you'd move if you needed to, but you kind of doubted it. When you got situated, Allen had ducked down under the counter and you guessed it was for a tattoo book.

You let out a deep sigh and gazed around the empty room, "Looks like the parlor is deserted today."

From underneath a counter you heard Allen's muffled voice, "Yeah, it's too bitchin' cold for anyone to do anything."

"Then why did you even open up?" you asked as you leaned over the edge of the counter.

You could see Allen's eyebrow go up when he said, "What if there's a walk-in? Besides, do you think I check the weather?"

Giggling, you nodded, "Yes, just like the nerd you are! Besides, couldn't you tell?" You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, though it just fell back down as you continued to dangle over the counter. "Honestly, the weather has been 'effed up for two weeks."

Allen opened his mouth to reply, but a little ding cut him off and, instead, you heard, "Well well, what a delightful view~."

Confused, you propped yourself up with your elbows and twisted to look behind you. In the doorway, the opening bringing in a chilling breeze, was a familiar black-capped figure.

Who was looking straight at your ass.

Allen straightened up and glanced from the man back to you. You could tell Allen knew who he was and was fighting between agreeing with his friend or yelling at him for degrading you. Honestly, you weren't all that mad, but you decided to finally speak up right as Allen's eyes narrowed.

You cleared your throat and swept your hair back from your face, "Really, Zao, really? You can't tell a person by their ass? I am disappointed in you - even Oliver can do that."

The Chinese man's eyebrow soared to the top of his head while Allen's jaw dropped. You rolled your eyes and moved so you were sitting up, your ass now safely out of anyone's face.

Allen was left spluttering as Zao chuckled, "Oh, trust me, I knew it was you, but how could anyone not look?"

While the two of you teased each other often, it was lines like that that still sent you blushing. Thankfully, it seemed Allen had finally reclaimed his voice, "Wait. Wait wait wait."

"Oh my God, bruh," you told him, "just spit it out!"

Allen leveled a deadpan look at you, "You know this pot-head? No offense, man."

"Can't be offended at the truth," Zao said. "And this cutie and I know each other because of our dearest friend Flavio."

You giggled, "Oh, come on! It was funny - who else would go up to a stranger and say their sweater did nothing for their boobs?" You turned to Zao before he could even open his mouth, "No, you cannot talk about my boobs."

"Yeah, well you sure do have a weird-ass sense of humor," Allen mumbled. "Still, I didn't think he'd want to share you, _______."

You just shrugged while Zao said, "I wore him down. After all, how dare he keep an adorable girl from me?" And then promptly winked at you. You really should have been used to it by now, but his flirting always eventually got to you.

Ignoring his eyes on your mouth, like usual, you asked Zao, "So why did you come in, anyway? I assume you couldn't be here just for Allen?"

Zao, this time, ignored Allen's whine of disgruntlement, "No, I came to get another tattoo."

Immediately turning to you, Allen pointed at you and practically shouted, "Ha! I told you I'd get a walk-in!"

"What? Wait, another tattoo? How many do you have?!" You asked, absolutely baffled at how you didn't know this already.

"Well, there's one on my arm, shoulder, and wrist," Zao showed you each aforementioned tattoo, all curved and detailed, "but I decided to get another right here." He took his hand and placed at the base of your throat, the skin sensitive over your collarbones. You shivered at the cool touch of his fingertips against your warm skin, even after he took his hand away.

A sudden snort broke the two of you out of your staring, "Oh my God, stop eye-fucking each other would you? Zao, get your ass over here and try not to be weird about taking your shirt off. ________, you get to be my assistant."

The next hour was an absolute nightmare, if you were completely honest. First off was Zao and his ridiculously hot self being ridiculously hot, not to mention the fact that he tried to touch you at every given opportunity, which had your face a nice shade of red almost the entire time.

Secondly was the fact that he wouldn't shut up. If you had known how much talking someone could do while under a needle, you would have visited Allen another time. Zao's sense of humor lined up perfectly with Allen's; the boy known for hitting people with a baseball bat had to stop his job because he was laughing so hard. (Though, you can't really say much either, you ended up on the floor at one point over a goddamn pun.)

Thankfully the tattoo was small - just a nice yin and yang symbol that rested in between his collarbones - so the amount of stomach pains you could have gotten was reduced dramatically. Allen had told you, as he had been setting the ink up, that Zao's dragon tattoo took three hours to complete, and even that number was iffy.

By the time it was done, you were sure you had no more laughs in you. Even your favorite comedy couldn't make your cheeks hurt like they did now; Zao and Allen would just wonderful to be around. You told them both as much and, while you returned Allen's earlier smacking kiss, Zao had trapped you in his arms before you could do anything else.

Not able to do much else, you just stood there encased in his warmth. You knew that if you leaned just a bit forward, you could have kissed his new tattoo. And there, in his arms, you felt the urge to kiss every single one of his tattoos, each line under your lips, and you wondered if Zao felt like that right then. You could feel his hesitation above you, feel the want to press his lips to the top of your head, forehead, nose, lips.

Really, it's not like you would have minded, and it's almost as if Allen could feel that in the air when he yelled, "Alright, alright! Take your sexual tension out of my work place!"

The two of you broke apart, your face dusted with a light blush and Zao's eyes gleamed with a predatory look. Quickly, you left to grab your coat, leaving the two boys behind. While you honestly didn't trust the two of them together, you really had to leave the heady, heavy warmth behind.

Before you could make your great escape, Zao easily caught up to you. Both his and Allen's grins did not look comforting, but you couldn't say anything as Zao slipped behind you and grabbed your shoulders. You were soon guided out by Zao and you could feel the last of your caution slide away.

The two of you walked out together, the sky now dark and clear unlike the earlier cloudy bright blue. You let Zao "accidentally" brush himself against you; his arm, his hand, his shoulder. It was like his body was seeking your's out, though you always thought his behavior was more like a cat wanting to be pet.

Playfully, you bumped your hip against his own, though that seemed to give him the brilliant idea to snake his hand across the expanse of you hips and down into the back pocket of your pants. You jumped at the feeling, blood filling your cheeks, and you squeaked when he squeezed his hand. All of a sudden, his breath was in your hair and his lips were on your ear.

"So, kitten," Zao nearly purred, "got any tattoos of your own?" His eyes were dark and his smile was wide. You actually didn't, and you weren't a fan of the pain involved, but... Zao didn't have to know that. And, after all, how boring would life be if you didn't leave your comfort zone?

You took a deep breath and said, "Why don't you find out for yourself?"