Piercings

That customer returned once again today. The expressionless punk was possibly my most frequent customer. I am a professional body piercer, one of many in this seedy part of town. Though most customers came and went after one or two jobs, this man had been consistently returning ever since I had pierced his tongue.

The bell above the door jingled as he walked through and I turned my head to take a look at him. Normally I didn't like those with his particular style too much, but I couldn't help but be attracted to the masculinity he seemed to exude. Despite my tough exterior, a must for anyone around here, inside I was a girl that just loved a man who was actually a man. Noiz, as I had learned he was called after awhile, was definitely such.

Even the toboggan he always wore, with the large smiley face button baring a bloody smile and braided strings with poof balls at the end seemed to only accentuate the features of his pierced face. Those piercings were all done by yours truly.

He walked with his normal confident stride directly around my counter to sit in the stool next to the one I occupied. Forward as always, he didn't wait for my invitation. Swinging around on my chair, I faced him.

"So what are ya planning today? You're starting to run out of sensible places to pierce."

Multiple ear piercings, snake bites, an eyebrow ring, and a bar across the bridge of his nose. Though it was always up to the customer to make such decisions, I couldn't help but hope he wouldn't go too crazy with the facial piercings. No matter how attractive the face, there was a limit.

He looked into my eyes that were checking him out. It was so difficult to read that hard stare…

Without breaking that stare, he reached for the hem of his shirt and raised it to expose most of his torso. I broke the gaze to look down across his well defined stomach. Oh wow, I wanted to count those abs. . .with my teeth. . .

My hot stare was diverted as Noiz pointed to his navel.

"Here." he said simply in that deep voice of his.

I simply raised an eyebrow at that. "You want me to pierce your belly button?"

"Yes."

Monosyllabic as always, it made it hard to really savor the low tenor of my regular's voice.

"Alright, take off your shirt for me."

I was a pro and acted as such, but I was no nun. Eating up the sight of Noiz's upper body bared for a moment, I turned to gather my tools. I had him stand in front of me as I sat in a chair.

Pulling on my gloves, I quickly sterilized the area and wiped off the moisture left behind. Grabbing a marker, I popped off the cap. Pressing the end of the marker into his navel, I pushed upwards slightly while feeling the skin above to get a feel for where the needle would go through. After finding a satisfactory area, I pressed a quick purple dot into his skin.

"Go ahead and lie down over there now."

Noiz complied, wordlessly as always. Grabbing the piercing needle and a barbell from my tools, I moved over to where he was lying.

As I pressed the needle flat against his navel to start the piercing, I was shocked as Noiz suddenly grabbed my wrist.

I swallowed at the intensity of his gaze as he held up my hand and examined the needle.

"Use a bigger gauge."

I shouldn't have been surprised, really. Noiz always insisted on what would normally inflict a lot of pain on anyone else. However, minus one occasion, he rarely showed even a slight trace of pain. It was odd, to say the least. However, so long as it posed no real danger, I had no reason to refuse a customer's request even if I could never understand it…

"Are you sure?"

He nodded and released my hand. Scowling a bit, I turned and picked out a ten gauge needle and barbell. It wasn't too much bigger than the standard fourteen, but it seemed to satisfy him when I turned to get his approval.

Returning to his side, I began again. I pressed the tip of the needle against the top underside of his navel, feeling the skin up top to line it up with the mark I placed earlier. After making sure it'd go in straight, I started to push. In full professional mode, I took note as Noiz's stomach clenched in reaction. I stopped, intending to check on him.

"Keep going," he growled out, the intensity of his voice catching me by surprise. I looked up and his eyes were hooded as he almost glared at me. Feeling my face heat up, I quickly turned my face away to concentrate on finishing the task. I pressed the needle all the way through, before grabbing the barbell to press in after it.

The entire process was strangely intense. There was almost a crackle in the air as my breath sped up slightly along with Noiz's. Finally finishing up the piercing, I went to turn away and set the needle down. Before I could, Noiz shot up and grabbed the collar of my shirt.

Growling a bit, he roughly pressed his lips against mine. Without asking for permission, he swept his hot pierced tongue into my mouth. Licking and sucking and nipping, he dominated. He pulled away suddenly, face still barely apart from mine, and commanded in a low voice.

"Bite me."

Well I wasn't going to say no.

Restarting the kiss, I did my best to dominate Noiz's mouth this time. He scoffed into the kiss before fighting back, easily winning as he pushed his tongue back in an almost painful manner. It was beginning to get hard to breathe, but I didn't want to break the heated exchange.

Instead, I complied with Noiz's request and bit down on his tongue, just above the smooth metal ball in the center.

The slight tinny taste of blood invaded the kiss. Feeling that I were going to pull back, Noiz moved up his other hand and roughly grasped the nape of my neck, holding me where he wanted.

He released the collar of my shirt to catch me when my knees went weak, taking the opportunity to slide under my shirt and around my waist. 'Damn, he's good…'I thought in passing.

In that moment, a slightly shrill sound invaded the steamy cloud that was my mind right now. It was. . .Noiz's coil?

He pulled away, and I shivered at the sight of the trail of saliva that formed across the gap of our mouths. I never knew how sexy that could be, that was for sure.

Looking at his coil, Noiz pulled away from me. It was strange. If not for his dilated eyes, a tell tale sign of arousal especially in my well lit shop, I wouldn't have guessed that we were about three steps from having sex in the chair.

Noiz walked over to where he put his shirt, briskly pulling it over his head and adjusting his clothes. He walked towards the door, leaving me just a tad bit more confused than I normally was from his visits.

Pushing the door open and sounding the bell, Noiz stopped and turned his gaze towards me finally.

"I'll be back soon." he said nearly monotonously and left with that.

Stunned at what happened, I could only let out a soft laugh.

He really was a weird one, wasn't he?