By Mudpie
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Standard Muddle warnings apply (General silliness, PWP!), Piercings, HeeroxNipple, the word 'penis'
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me. Slinging Ink is a piercing place by my old house, therefore the name does not belong to me. This story's plot (what plot?), however, does. And so does Marie. I keep her pierced ass in the basement when she's not working for me.
Notes: This story was inspired by Lady Lye's re-write of her own story, My Reality Is Twisted. I suggest that you try both out (There's a link to her page in my favorite authors section!)
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Slinging Ink was an extremely popular place for various oddities to get their bits and bats pierced and tattooed at a reasonable price.
Although Marie had only been working at this parlour of pain for three weeks, she thought she had seen everything.
That was, of course, until Heero Yuy walked into the door, rattling the windchimes hung artistically around the shop and letting a cold artificial winter breeze in.
The short brunette shuddered and pulled her black cardigan closer around her. Why did the colonies have seasons? It's not like the body demanded them, they didn't do anything for you except make you sneeze and give you the latest strain of SARS.
"I want a piercing." His voice was cold, with perfect prounounciation.
Marie jumped from her latest installment of 'ColonyFashion: Turn drab into fab!' and eyed the thin Japanese boy before her. Her pierced eyebrow raised skeptically.
"Are you over eighteen?"
Prussain blue eyes glared darkly at her.
"What do you think?"
Marie scratched her heavily pierced ear.
"Twenty extra creds says I don't care, mister." As she was adressing him, she bent under the counter to retrieve a book full of the body piercing work they did at this fine, if not rather corrupt, establishment. She shoved it across the counter at him, and turned back to an article telling her how to make the latest boots from scrap metal.
"Enjoy."
Heero, annoyed with the girls attitude, snatched the thick binder and flipped to a page at random.
Disgusting images assaulted him. Earring holes stretched to the point where two fingers could be placed in them. A man's penis, rather large, he noted with some amusement, with a shiny silver bolt through it. A label next to the picture said 'Get a Commander Kushrenada today--Latest rage on Earth!'.
Shaking his dark head, Heero looked through the book, observing the various body mutilations with varying levels of horror.
Finally, on the very last page, his piercing called to him. It was a quick snapshot of a teen's hard-earned six pack, one dusky nipple pierced with a simple silver ring.
He cleared his throat significantly, hoping this pincusion of a human would take the hint.
She didn't.
He coughed.
Marie was entirely engrossed in an article about Ms. Peacecraft's wild love affairs when suddenly her hard-earned magazine was ripped from her hands.
"I found the piercing I want." The magazine was crumpled in Heero's hands, and he did not look remotely ashamed.
Marie glared, but it was no match for the Death Glare.
"A nipple piercing, eh? They say there's only one more painful." She leered meaningfully, and then decided that was a bad idea when the dangerous Japanese boy leaned over the counter and made eye contact with her for just a second.
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Half an hour and a hundred credits later, Heero was regretting this. Duo had always recommended that he try to 'live life a little', but this pain was worse than resetting his own leg.
Clutching a bathroom cup full of blood-filled salt water to his abused nipple, the Wing pilot collapsed on the couch, barely keeping back a moan of pain.
--------------------- owari
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