Title: Tattoos
By: Ericalynn
Pairing: Nick/Warrick
Rating: R
Summary: trixanna - requested Nick/Warrick with tattoos, which my muses lapped up like greedy whores *grins*.

He never had a pain kink. Wasn’t really into kinks when he thought about it. But this … the bite and sting of the needle as it pieced his skin … it was euphoria. Looking down, he watched as what had just been faint lines and squiggles slowly formed into an inked picture on his skin.

Nick glanced up and caught Warrick’s eyes, seeing the love and concern bleeding out of them. He couldn’t help but smile, giving Warrick’s hand a reassuring squeeze while the tattoo artist continued his work.

Ever since he had seen Warrick’s tattoo, an intricate Celtic knot on the outside of his hip, Nick had been intrigued. And what had been a simple comment in the locker room after a shower turned into an obsession. That had been back before they were physical, but that night was the first night Nick had seen every inch of Warrick laid bare before him while he searched for more.

There was only one, the knot with a blank spot in the middle. It’s for when I find love, he had said. When I find that one person that completes me, that’s when I’ll get it finished.

Nick had asked him how he would know and Warrick just shrugged, pulling Nick down to plant a soft kiss upon his lips. You just know.

And now here he was, sitting in the chair Warrick had vacated just moments ago, getting a perfect mirror of Warrick’s tattoo on the outside of his right hip. At first he’d thought it was kind of girly, getting a tattoo on his hip. Well at least that’s what he thought until he realized that’s where his hands rested while he carried Warrick into bliss. Then it all seemed to make a bit more sense.

He had watched as an intricate ‘NS’ was penned into Warrick’s flesh, a trill of excitement running through him at the thought. Sure, it was less tangible, less visible than a ring, but it stated so much more than a gold band and some spoken words ever could. It was a silent confession of love commitment between the two. He belonged to Warrick and Warrick belonged to him. There was no one else, would never be anyone else that could fulfill him.

Just like there were no other initials that would quite fit just right in the middle of his tattoo like the ‘WB’ that now lay there. Permanent. Eternal.

When it was done, Warrick helped him up from the chair, a ridiculously big smile plastered across his face. He settled his hands on Nick’s hips, holding, squeezing, just over the bandage for a moment before he leaned in and captured Nick’s lips. Tucking Nick’s bottom lip between his teeth for a moment, he met Nick’s eyes, a silent understanding of love and devotion passing between them.

“Ready to go home?”

Nick’s only response was tugging on Warrick’s arm as he headed for the door.