Chapter 5:

A/N: I'll keep going for a couple chapters but if it's not really getting the hits my other stories are I'm going to have to delete it, I'm working on four total stories right now (although I have plenty of time to do so and update very often). I'd rather replace this with another more appealing story if that's the case. Any suggestions?

Don't you just hate when MS Word tries to correct things like 'Butters was' to 'Butters were' because it thinks I'm talking about a pair of butter, even though 2 butter would still just be butter. Stupid program…

Rated M: For language and adult situations between consenting adults.

Charlie always said that fifty percent of people who got body art became addicted. Whether it was to the pain or the elation of choosing how they look didn't matter. Craig didn't take Butters for this type of person but he was wrong…

Butters was back in the shop four days later. He'd gotten paid and was itching for more. Charlie leaned over the counter and greeted the boy warmly, he was always pleased with returning customers and wanted to keep them loyal to his shop. "How about a freebie today? Since you're such a great customer!" Charlie said.

"Oh! That's so exciting!" Butters clapped his hands together animatedly.

"Means it's going to be an inferior job." Craig mumbled from the back.

"Shut up, you!" Charlie shouted, Butters laughed. "Craig needs some practice with ink, so I can take a damn vacation every once in a while. Why don't you go be his practice canvas?" Craig snarled at the suggestion.

"Okie dokie." Butters sauntered to the back where Craig was setting up his ink and gun, he'd only done two tattoos ever and they were on himself and Charlie. His hands were shaking from the nerves. What if he couldn't properly draw what he was asked for?

"What do you want and where do you want it?" Craig hissed between his teeth at Butters who took a step back.

"Whatever you think would look good?" Butters suggested.

Damn, I'm going to fuck with him good… "Just… anything then?" Craig asked, feigning innocence. Butters nodded gleefully. "Okie dokie…" He mocked. "The lower back is reeeaally popular…" Craig added, to make sure Butters couldn't foil his plans.

"ok!" Butters got onto the table and sat down.

Craig took his marker and wrote 'SLUT' on Butters' lower back in fancy loopy letters. "That tickles." Butters was trying not to squirm. Craig didn't warn him about the initial little stab so Butters jerked in response. "Hold still!" Craig barked, You slut… haha.

Butters was a good sport throughout the process. Charlie came strolling into the back of the shop and stood behind Craig to examine his handy work, "Oh, is that so?" He asked jokingly.

"What? What is it?" Butters tried to crane his neck to see Craig's work.

"Nothing!" Craig growled and glare at Charlie.

"You didn't… tell him to do whatever he wanted, did you?" Charlie asked Butters, worried. "Good thing I can do cover ups well…" He added quietly.

"What?" butters asked again, still trying to look at his lower back.

"Alright, your tramp stamp is done!" Craig chuckled.

"My what?" Charlie handed Butters a mirror to look at Craig's handiwork. Butters didn't say anything for a while, he just stared at the large 'SLUT' written above his ass and sighed.

Butters wasn't mad per say, he was honestly kind of amused. "You would know wouldn't you?" Butters said in a lusty tone. Craig blushed, Charlie's jaw dropped. Butters snickered behind his hand.

"No! I wouldn't! I wouldn't know!" Craig's apathetic wall had been smashed to pieces; he was blushing and looked worried and scared.

"You owe me." Butters crossed his arms, he would take advantage of Craig's moment of weakness, full advantage.

"Owe you what?!" Craig was still flustered and Charlie was giving him a weird look.

"I show you mine" Butters gestured at his back, "you show me yours…" He had asked to see Craig's art the last time he was in the shop.

"You did tell him you would." Charlie mentioned.

"I did not!" Craig said wildly, Charlie enjoyed watching him be tortured! "Fine…" He grumbled, pulling off his t-shirt.

Butters' mouth watered, Oh hamburgers – he looks really good shirtless. Craig pointed at the first one on the back of his shoulder (some little Celtic knot), "First one – crap shop in Denver. Second," He pointed at a wobbly-shitty looking angry cat on his arm, "Drunk with a friend who wanted practice. Third," He pointed at the detailed torn batwing on the back of his other shoulder, "My first one by Charlie." He continued naming them off, Butters was keeping track in his head 8,9,10,11… "The other two I can't show you." He pulled his shirt back on.

"Why not?"

"It would be considered indecent exposure." Craig frowned.

"More the reason you should show me!" Butters laughed, Craig was blushing again.

"Get a room…" Charlie grumbled retreating to the front desk.

"Aren't you mad?" Craig asked, referring to the 'SLUT' tattoo.

"Not really…"

Butters knew Craig didn't work on Sunday mornings, so it was the perfect time to go and visit Charlie. "No Craig today?" Butters asked leaning his head through the door.

"Not til two. You need eye candy around for you to spend money? I could hold up a picture of him on my phone for you." He snickered.

"I was actually hoping he wasn't…" Butters started, this got Charlie's attention. "I want you to fix the abysmal tattoo Craig gave me."

"Cover up?" Charlie assumed.

"No….I had something else in mind…."

Craig traipsed into the shop at 2:05, rubbing his eyes. He had stayed up all night drinking by himself, like a regular alcoholic. I'm going to turn out just like my fucking old man…

Charlie was at the counter, grinning about something. "Don't look so happy, it's painful to look at. Did you get laid or something?" He asked, taking off his coat.

"Nope." Charlie chuckled.

The bathroom door opened which got Craig's attention. Butters came strolling out with the same shit-eating grin on his face Charlie had when he came in. "What?" Craig asked nervously looking between the two.

"He just came in for a touch up!" Charlie snorted behind his hand, trying to control his laughter.

Craig narrowed his eyes at the blonde boy. "Let me see…"

"Only if you show me your other two…" Butters smiled wickedly.

Craig shoved Butters back into the bathroom. Butters was stunned and quiet but he watched as Craig began unbuckling his belt. "A little forward there…" Butters said shyly.

Craig pulled his jeans down to reveal a tiny star on his inner-lower hip, right in that dipping V that disappeared to his nether region. He turned and pulled down his jeans a little further to show Butters the one on his ass that said 'Kiss it!', Butters giggled. Craig angrily pulled his jeans back up and glared at butters.

The blonde blushed and turned around, lifting his shirt up so Craig could see the new addition to the tramp stamp. It now read "CRAIG'S SLUT".