Word Count: 200
Summary: Ian gets new ink.
Notes: Written for numb3rs100 . I’ve got a few Charlie/Ian D/s drabbles now. I guess they’re becoming a ‘verse but they all stand alone. If any more show up I’ll try to put them in one place in some kind of order. The equation mentioned is Fermat’s Spiral. The equation and the image can be found here.
Perfect Ink (#172 Skin)
When he shows that patch of skin people ask what the tattoo says. It’s just a word. The word means nothing. But the shape is the mark of the man who owned him long ago. He leaves it. Even if he has the ink removed the shape will be scared into his skin.
Ian swore a needle would never work under his skin again. Never mark him as someone’s again.
“Here.” Fingers ran along the skin just below the base of his neck, just where a t-shirt would barely hide it. “This.” Ian heard the rustle of thin paper. “Do it exactly. I want the curves perfect.”
“That’ll be simple.” The man with the needle spoke.
This time the shape wouldn’t mean a word. It would mean an equation. A simple one. Only six characters that would become a twisting spiral curve of thin lines spinning out from the y-axis of his spine.
“I want it done exactly. No artistic license. I’m looking for mathematical perfection.” The fingers traced the pattern on his skin in body heat.
“Told you. It’ll be no problem.”
“Are you ready?” That question meant so much more than those words.
Ian spoke “Yes, Professor.”