The tattoo looks like the one above

OK, so, I got the idea of empty tattoos from a one shot, but I can't for the life of me remember who wrote it, I just know I loved it! But yeah! You'll see what I mean by empty tattoos DEDICATED TO QueenLisaH_ B/c she's awesome, and my first (confirmed) internet friend (that I don't know personally)!!
Oops! *puts finger slightly between lips, overly innocent expression* I forgot the smut. . . . 

TIME SKIP 3 MONTHS

Nico sat still, not moving as the needles moved in and out of his upper arm. Will watched in awe, as the design Nico had drawn can to life under the tattooist's hand. Oh how Nico wanted to do it himself. But it was in a place he couldn't see, and didn't want to risk using a mirror.
Breathing deeply, Nico's eyes fluttered shut, letting the pain overwhelm him, convincing himself that he deserved the pain, to prevent any emotions being shown. Will watched his face intently, looking for any sign of pain or discomfort. Finding none, Will's gaze went back to Nico's arm, the image of the rose forming.

"You should come back. People have been asking for you ya know."
Nico laughed, looking at the man tattooing him with a smile. Will looked confused, as the man nodded.
"Yeah. They walk in and are like; 'Does Nico Di Angelo work here? I heard he's good.' Or, 'I'm back for another tattoo, is Di Angelo around? I loved what he did in the past.' " Nico threw his head back and laughed, running his right hand threw his hair, his left arm being tattooed.

Will was shocked, as the pieces finally clicked into place. Nico was a tattoo artist.
Nico just shook his head, just as the tattoo shop door opened.
"Hey, is Di Angelo back yet?"
Nico's head shot up, and when he saw who was at the door, he grinned.
"Bob!"
The man at the door turned, a smile appearing on his face. He was a tall man, balding, with a scruff of a greying goatee on his chin. He looked to be in his late forties, early fifties.
"Nico Di Angelo!"
The man lumbered over, as the tattooist finished wrapping the tattoo, having completed his work. The tattooist nudged Will.
"See? I told you he's famous."
Nico stood, his black long sleeve shirt around his forearms, having not fully taken it off while being tattooed. Still, he managed to shake Bob's hand, both men grinning.
"You still tattooin'?"
"Nah. In medical school."
"Oh?"
"Yep." Nico said, and popped the 'p'. "Forensic pathology."
Bob laughed, shaking his head slightly. "You always have been obsessed with them dead folks, haven't ya?"
Nico smirked in reply, eyes twinkling.

Will watched their encounter, and his gut twisted. He looked around at the people in the parlor. He stuck out in his colorful clothes and pure skin. For, what was probably the first time in his life, Will felt self conscious.
Everyone here-including Nico, has tattoos and piercings. Nico was getting his third tattoo, the black lip ring catching the light. Bob had some on his upper arm, and a hoop earring in on ear. The muscular man who had tattooed Nico and was leaning against the counter next to where Nico was, had a bar through his eyebrow, and an array of collaged tattoos on his arms. He was good looking, and young too, with shaggy brunette hair, and a jawline that could slice.

Bob and Nico shook hands again, and Bob walked back to the front, booking an appointment.
"Nico," The tattooist spoke.
"Hmm?" Nico looked up at him, from where he'd sat back down.
"Let's take a look at the ying-yang, 'K?"
Nico nodded, his multicolored wings spreading.
Hot jealousy bubbled up in Will. It had taken forever for Will to be able to see it! Why could this guy see it? Will blew out a sharp breath, closing his eyes.
"Hmm. Looks good. Hasn't faded."
Nico didn't say anything, just nodded, trying to read Will's face while the blonde's eyes were closed. He managed to pick out the jealousy and uncomfort, but he wasn't sure if he was missing something or not.
"Wanna make him jealous?"
A voice breathed in Nico's ear. "No!" Nico yelped, and Will's eyes flashed open, his gaze falling on the tattoo artist who still had his face close to Nico's. Too close in Will's opinion.

"C'mon Nico. I have to look at something." The tattooist grabbed Nico's hand, telling Will to stay where he was, and pulling the black haired man behind him. He led Nico into a private room, which was in a small hallway. Closing the privacy curtain, he turned and smirked at Nico.
"Shut up Damasen." who knows who I'm talking about?
"Aw, common!"
"I said no!"
"Just one moan! Get him riled up!"
Nico fixed him with a glare, but he was fighting a smile.
"One?! Just like old times!?"
Nico let out a laugh, remembering the chaos they caused, the panic and flustered-ness of customers. Sometimes, Bob, who had originally owned this place, and passed it to Damasen would even do it, the age gap between the boys even more obvious, and they've had customers leave, which is when they'd end their fun. The other tattooists new it was a prank, and would go around like it was normal, not even bothered. Sometimes, they'd high five whichever one of the three boys walked out first, as if congratulating them.
Nico shook his head again, and would have crossed his arms, if not for the shirt.
"Fine," Damasen sighed defeated, but his eyes twinkled. TRIGGER "Now," He tugged Nico shirt off his arms. "Let's look what we have here."

Damasen caringly held Nico's wrists, face-up, Nico's black shirt still in his grip. Nico didn't struggle. Damasen had been the first person to find out, having actually walked in on the younger boy with a bloody blade.
"No fresh ones, good." Damasen observed, looking away from the boy's scarred wrists, and at his face. "I take it, it's thanks to the blonde out there?"
Nico flushed, face darkening as he nodded. "I, I can't lose him." Nico closed his eyes, unable to explain how much Will meant to him, how he couldn't risk doing anything to him, lest Will leave him forever.
Damasen barked a laugh in understanding, letting go of Nico's arms. "Good."

Nico walked out of the corridor with his shirt back on. He kept his head down, but Will could see that the tips of his ears were red, and his heart clenched. Damasen walked behind Nico, a sly smirk on his face, his black wings rising and falling with the cocky way Damasen walked.

Nico slowly raised his head as he reached Will, his face darkening a shade as they made eye contact, quickly looking away again. Will had only managed to break through Nico's walls a short time ago. He still struggled with the younger boy's body language, so Will didn't know what to think of Nico's blush. Guilt? Exertion!? What did the tattoo guy do!

Damasen winked at Will, as he pulled Nico into a hug, leaning down so only Nico could hear what he's saying.
"It looks like someone's jealous. . ."
Nico shoved at Damasen's chest, pushing him away as Damasen chuckled. Damasen's voice died, looking behind Nico in surprise.

By the time Nico turned around, Will was already gone, and Nico's heart sunk. He turned back to Damasen, glaring.
"I told you! I-I," I can't lose him too
Nico almost broke down, but he threw his cement and brick wall up in time, one that not even Will could break through, clearing his face of any visible emotion, while internally he was having a fit, sobbing.
Damasen just looked shocked, unnerved at how easily the blonde had just disappeared.

Nico hit his fist against Damasen's sturdy chest again, letting himself sob. They were outside, Nico had run out the door in hopes of catching Will, but couldn't even see him. Damasen watched as all around him, plants shriveled up, turned black and died. A small breeze blew, and the plants-ranging from grass to trees-disintegrated, turning to ashes.
"Nico, what-" Damasen stopped, realizing that the boy he held in his arms was responsible for this. Nico calmed down, and Damasen watched in amazement, as the dead plants-that hadn't been blown away-started to slowly revive.
"I have to go-I need to find him."
Damasen nodded, standing up next to Nico. He pulled the younger boy into a hug, before gently pushing him away.
"Nico," Damasen began, looking Nico directly in the eyes. "you find that boy, and you never let him go. He's a keeper."
Nico nodded, mumbling a thank you about the tattoo. "What I want is not even close to being done, so I'll pay you next time."
Damasen laughed, before walking back into his shop.

"Will?" Nico opened the door to the apartment, freezing at the sight of Bennie, who was sitting in the middle of the living room, crying.
Nico locked the door, rushing to Bennie, but had his head up, looking for the blonde.
"Shhh, Bennie, I have to find Will, OK?"
Bennie nodded, and Nico rushed into the master bedroom, locking the door before turning around. Nico froze at the sight of Will, shoving his clothes and belongings into an open suitcase.
And Nico almost felt like he should let Will go. He'd grown tired of all the arguing, and anger. But then Damasen's words rushed back, and he ran to the blonde, blocking his path to the bureau.
"Move." Will said, his voice was quiet.
"No." Nico's voice cracked, and he blinked tears out of his eyes, determined not to move.
"Move." Will repeated, no change in his voice. Nico stayed where he was, but he swallowed audibly, as Will finally looked up, his usually light blue eyes dark, filled with hurt, betrayal and anger. Nico stepped forwards, arms still outstretched. His shaking hands latched onto the collar of Will's shirt, looking up at the blonde who was still as stone, except for his jaw, which clenched and unclenched repeatedly.
"Please don't do this." Nico whispered, and Will closed his eyes.
Neither boy knew what to say next, so Nico did the only thing he could think of. His eyes fluttered closed, and he kissed Will.

Will didn't respond, and Nico pulled away, tears falling, thinking Will really did want to leave. And Nico wasn't going to stop him. How could he? Nico's adam's apple bounced up and down, as he suppressed his sobs.

Nico dropped his head, and made to step away from Will, only to be caught in strong warm arms. Nico looked up, his eyes betraying him, showing the blonde the hope in his eyes. Will didn't say anything, but the way Will looked at him, Nico understood. He was torn between wanting to leave and hearing an explanation.
You can leave if you want Will. I won't stop you. But just, let me explain first. Please.
"I'm not leaving."
Nico took a sharp breath. "You, you're not?"
Will shook his head, resting his forehead on Nico's. "Not until I hear the full story."
Nico swallowed, wetting his lips before beginning to speak.
"I went to that exact tattoo parlor just after Bi died." Nico shuddered as he stammered out the beginning of 'Bianca'.
"I got my quote tattoo there. I'd brought my sketchbook, and someone bumped into me, my book falling open on the ground. Bob saw it, and picking it up, looked through it. Liking it, he began mentoring me in tattooing. Showing me how. I worked there for years. On, on Bianca's anniversary of her death, Damasen-the guy that did the tattoo-found me passed out on the bathroom floor. It was the first time I cut myself."
Nico breathed deeply, keeping his eyes closed and forehead against Will's. "Damasen pulled me into the backroom to look at my wrists, and make sure I was OK. He didn't know if you knew about my scars, and he didn't want to make a scene. Today was the first day he's seen me in over a year. I've been tattooing for over two years." Will pulled back to look at Nico, who kept his eyes closed, lowering his head. "He asked if I love you."
Will looked intently at the smaller boy, unconsciously holding him closer so that he could rest his head on Will's chest.
"And do you?"
Nico's head snapped up in surprise. "What?! Yes! Will! Of course I do. Why would you think otherwise?!"
Will looked away. "Because I'm nothing like you. I don't have tattoos, or piercings."
Nico blinked, shocked. He realized that the discomfort he'd read on Will, was because he'd felt he didn't belong in the tattoo shop.
"You think I care about that?" Nico gasped. "I love you for you! I don't care that you don't dress in dark clothes, or have piercings and tattoos. Actually, I'm glad you don't! You balance me. I, I love you."
Nico received no response from the blonde, who was once again staring above Nico's head, arms limp around Nico's waist.

Nico pulled away from Will, stepping away from both the blonde haired boy, and the dresser. Nico stared at the floor. "I guess this is goodbye." He whispered, tears once again falling. He hated goodbyes. There was nothing good about them. Will only nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

It hurt. It hurt so much. Nico turned, and walked out the bedroom door, leaving it open behind him. He walked to wear Bennie was sitting quietly, and scooped the boy up.
Nico's heart was breaking every second, but he walked back to the master bedroom door, this time with Bennie on his hip. He leaned on the door frame, watching as Will closed the suitcase, but didn't zip it, his hands shaking.
"Say bye-bye to daddy, Bennie."
Will froze, looking at the two boys in the doorway.
"Where's dad going?" Bennie asked Nico, before turning to Will. "When will you be back, daddy?"
Will didn't respond, glaring at the suitcase in front of him.Will wanted to scream. It wasn't fair! Bennie was never supposed to be involved. And Will knew that Nico never did, nor would ever cheat on him, but he felt he didn't know who Nico was anymore.
Will looked back at the two boys in the door frame. His two boys. His eyes met Nico's, and Will could see the utter desperation, and broken heartedness in the swirling mix of browns.Will swallowed, knees shaking before he sat on the bed, head in his hands.

"Cheater." Will mumbled, too quiet for Nico and Bennie to hear. "Bringing Bennie into this."

Will looked up, at the boys who were still in the doorway. Bennie had twisted, and began crying into Nico's shirt. Nico couldn't stop his own tears, and used the door frame as support as he cried. Will got up, walking to the door.

"Move." He whispered, voice shaking.

Nico did so, taking a step back, and letting the door shut in his face.
Nico turned, and stumbled into Bennie's room, putting the sleeping boy on his bed, and tucking him in.

Nico closed the door to Bennie's room behind him, before wobbling to his bedroom door, collapsing to his knees. He rested his back to the dark oak, unaware that on the other side, Will was doing the same thing.

I'm in a bad mood. Leave me alone.