A/N: This started out as a prompt on livejournal involving Peter with tattoos. People asked for more, so it has become a in-progress series. Pretty much it's a future fic where Gabriel and Peter have been raising Noah together.

Chapter rating: NC-17 Chapter Warnings: language, sex Chapter summary: Gabriel takes the time to appreciate Peter's tattoos.

Tattoo Appreciation

Gabriel awoke early one morning to his hips being straddled. He opened his eyes and saw Peter looking down at him with a smile. "Morning."

Gabriel brushed his fingers along the matching guns on Peter's stomach, before gripping his hips. "You're up early."

Peter shrugged. "A little bit."

"How much time before you leave again?"

"I don't have to leave until tomorrow."

Gabriel sat and sealed their lips together in a long kiss. "Good."

"Well, we have some time before the brat wakes up, what do you want to do?"

"First off, don't call my son a brat," Gabriel replied, lightly running a finger over one of the gun tattoo's making Peter squirm.

"Sorry."

"No, you're not," Gabriel said as he nipped at the cross tattoo on Peter' shoulder. "Don't even pretend."

Gabriel shoved Peter against the bed and held his wrist above his head. He kissed him again before moving down to focus on the gun tattoos.

He ran his tongue along one of them making Peter's hips buck up. "Oh, fuck you Gabriel! Fuck you."

Gabriel stifled a laugh and licked at the tattoo again, making him squirm. He looked up at Peter to see him panting and his eyes black from lust. "You like that don't you? Think you can come from just that?"

"Don't you fucking dare."

Gabriel smirked and nipped at the inked skin a few times, making the other man whimper. "Your skin taste so good."

"Go to hell you asshole."

"You love the attention, don't lie to yourself or me for that matter."

Peter squirmed underneath him, searching for friction. "If I tattooed my dick, would you pay more attention to it?"

Gabriel traced over one of the guns with his finger. "But I like these ones. They look so sexy on you."

"I hate you."

Gabriel smiled, scratching at Peter's skin. "If you hate me so much, what are you doing in my bed?"

"Will you stop teasing and fuck me already?" Peter panted out.

Gabriel sighed and appeared to think about it, tapping his lip with his finger. "How about you ask nicely?"

Peter growled. "Gabriel!"

Gabriel kissed him softly and let go of his wrist. "Turn around."

Peter got on his hands and knees, presenting the tattoo on his back. Two dragon's, one blue and one red, raced down his skin, forever intertwined in front of a brick wall. Gabriel brushed his hands down the skin, his nails digging into the inked skin. Peter muffled his groan in the sheets.

Gabriel scrambled to get the lube out of the bedside table and barely prepped Peter before he was thrusting in, his fingers digging into the dragons. Peter let out a groan and fucked himself on Gabriel's dick.

Gabriel leaned down and bit at the skin. "Your tattoos are so fucking hot. Ngh, they make me so hot Peter."

Peter moaned underneath him. "Do they?"

Gabriel bit at the skin again. "So hot."

Peter trembled underneath him as Gabriel moved his hands to the guns on Peter's stomach. "These are my favorite, I love how you squirm when I touch them."

Peter bit his lip to keep from crying out as Gabriel continued to caress the inked skin. "Gabriel.."

Gabriel dug his nails into the skin and Peter cried out as he came. Gabriel pulled out and jerked himself a few times until he came over the dragons. He smirked and lightly kissed Peter's neck as they collapsed to the bed. He gave the skin of Peter's back a lazy kiss, before he drifted off to sleep.

Peter sighed in content and decided he defiantly needed more tattoos, if Gabriel keep paying so much attention to them. He intertwined their fingers and followed Gabriel into a deep sleep.

Peter came back home and could hear Noah in the backyard. He opened the sliding door and leaned against it as he watched Gabriel play with Noah. Gabriel glanced up at him and smiled, beckoned him over.

He walked up and Noah jumped into his arms. "Peter!"

"Hey, buddy."

Noah poked at the new tattoo on Peter's neck. "that's daddy's name, why do you have daddy's name on your neck?"

Gabriel glanced at his neck. "Yes, why is that there?"

Peter smirked. "Well, you obviously like to pay a lot of attention to my tattoos, thought I'd add another."