Title: Hey Plissken! Where's that Tattoo Go?
Fandom: John Carpenter
Characters: Snake Plissken, William "Bill" Taylor, Sophia Karsonova
Prompt: 078: Where
Word Count: 566
Rating: R (suggested nudity, sexual innuendo)
Author's Notes: Snake received his nickname before getting the infamous belly tattoo but the tattoo was what made the nickname "Snake" stick long after his military career was over. This takes place in 1988 just before Snake turns 21. This was written for kroton1
Summary: Snake returns to the barracks after getting the tattoo (look at the icon).
Snake hobbled into the barracks with his pants unbuttoned and a painful grimace on his face. Taylor looked up from his work and laughed. “You get a tattoo, Snake?”
Snake’s scowl deepened as he stumbled to a stop. He’d never felt burning, fiery pain like he was feeling now. “Yeah, Sarge got it this morning.”
“Well, let’s see it!” Taylor declared wondering what and where Plissken had finally gotten his tattoo.
Even through the pain Snake smirked gingerly lifting his shirt to expose the huge black snake on his stomach that disappeared below the waistband of his Government Issue briefs.
Taylor was unphased. He had expected the snake and with Plissken’s pretension toward extremes the size wasn’t much of a surprise either. “Where’s the rest?” Taylor questioned trying not to chuckle.
Snake’s smirk grew as he threw off his shirt. His brow started to rise and a cocky smile appeared that Taylor was all too familiar with. Plissken was about to cause trouble. With steadfast confidence Snake dropped his fatigues and briefs.
Taylor’s mouth dropped open as he stared at the completely exposed tattoo. “Jesus fucking Christ man! You’re a crazy bastard!” Snake just laughed at the stunned expression, even when the laughter caused the tattoo to burn.
“Hey Sarge I...I…” the voice of Sophia broke off to a gasp as she saw not only the tattoo but more of Snake then she had ever seen, ever planned on seeing. Her hand flew to her mouth in shock and her cheeks began to redden. Plissken’s laughter stopped when he heard the voice. Glancing at Sophia his cheeks began to flush under her stare. Christ did he think she was hot and now standing here like this.
He sighed as she pointed at him. "You got it there!” was all she could manage causing Taylor to burst into laughter.
Plissken looked down at himself curiously. “Christ you bastards act like I got it tattooed. It’s just around the bottom. Hell, I’m not even crazy enough to get that tattooed!... Maybe just a little.”
Snake looked back up at Sophia’s still flabbergasted expression. She was blushed as red as a fire engine when she spoke again. “Didn’t it hurt?”
Snake gently pulled his trousers up and cautiously lay down on the couch. “Like white hot fucking fire in all the wrong places!”
Sophia smiled down at him unable to resist the desire to tease him while he was down. “That’s too bad Flyboy.” She said with a seductive grin. “I could have got you hot in all the right places but seems to me you’ll be on the injured list for awhile. Shame, the things I could do with that snake”
Plissken watched with wide eyed shock as she left. She couldn’t have said what he thought she said. Snake looked to Taylor for an answer.
Taylor chuckled. “She’s all yours Flyboy.”
Damn she had said it. Snake looked out at the closing door. “Of all the days she could have said that!” Snake covered his face with his forearm trying to ignore the pain racing over his skin. “Sarge did she just…?”
Taylor just laughed as he stood to return to his duties. “Suggest you rest up before she decides to comeback and have another look at that snake.” Plissken burst into laughter. He watched Taylor leave and lay on the couch trying to sleep with the snake burning on his stomach.