Work Text:
Okay, several thoughts. Who was this cute young man in Haru’s appartment - ah, right, he was his partner. His usually bratty rich-ass but currently sweet dependent money-less partner. Why did he look so good in Haru’s clothes, and with his hair down? Why did he seem so sweet, different, yet... still manage to be such an insanely annoying little jerk-ass!
Haru was seriously wheezing.
“Not good, I said,” Kambe Daisuke murmured with a neutral expression. He had been dozing off during Haru’s precious detective movie, yet here he was, asking for food again, and rejecting all snacks Haru was serving him.
“Get me the good stuff,” was Daisuke’s spoiled demand. Haru frowned.
“We don’t have seconds, I’m not making you anything. Besides, we should sleep. You were nodding off earlier too, so just sleep.” He burped. Yeah, they should sleep. Haru was pretty tipsy - drunk, maybe, he felt weird and dizzy.
Daisuke tried another one package, tasting the cracker with a serious face before spitting it out and throwing the package on the floor.
“Also not good. Cheap commoner crackers,” he said. The entire table was now full with various packs of crisps, nuts. snacks, just anything, yet Daisuke judged them with a single look and at times with a tiiiny bite, but all his comments were negative.
“Give me food,” Daisuke tried again. Haru almost wanted to laugh at how cute he looked, asking for food like a beggar, but his frustration took the upper hand.
“I am not cooking you anything! Eat this, or eat nothing!” Haru reconfirmed. Daisuke grabbed one of the packs again and squeezed it a little. He then fiddled with the edge and unfolded it.
“You already opened this. You ate from this. It is old,” was Daisuke’s remark. Haru gasped - offended. Looking as cute as he did, Daisuke was totally back to being a dick. Haru wildly grasped the crisps from him and hid them under the table.
“Yesterday! It was only yesterday. They. Are. Not. Old! But fine, then don’t eat them, rich boy! These are too good for you anyway,” he argued childishly. He couldn’t believe it. He cooked Daisuke a meal, lent him his very own clothes, let him stay here and this was still the way he was going to be? He was really going to be like this?
As Haru shoved the pack under the little table, he heard a tiny bump under the table; it was caused by Daisuke’s knee because of a sudden twitch of his leg.
“Don’t kick the table,” Haru scolded.
“Don’t touch my feet,” was Daisuke’s reply. Haru gasped again.
“I wasn’t touching your - !” His eyes then wandered back down and he saw he had indeed pushed crackers package slightly against Daisuke’s bare foot. His leg had been stretched under the table, but was now slightly pulled back again, his toes curling in defense.
Haru watched in awe how Daisuke casually continued to inspect all of the snacks he stalled out on the table, and he glanced back down at Daisuke’s foot.
Maybe Kambe was just a rich and cocky boy who wouldn’t like having his feet, or anywhere else touched unless it was by a luxurious specialist. But that reaction was pretty intense. Haru watched how Daisuke pried one of the shrimp crisp bags open, tasted one, made a face, spit it back out and threw the bag on the pile with other snacks he didn’t like.
That spoiled little...
Unnoticed, Haru bent down and reached far enough so he could catch Daisuke’s ankle, and before Daisuke could react, he reached out with his other hand and tested his brand new theory.
“H-hey!” Daisuke’s knee bumped against the table again, but Haru held him tightly and scratched the bottom of his foot, tickling him effectively.
“Hehehey - what the!” Daisuke’s gasped out, his voice shaking a little as the first few giggles were forced out, and Haru raised his eyebrows.
“What. Ticklish?” Haru asked, and the smirk he had been biting back finally appeared on his face, his already warm body filling with a true feeling of satisfaction. His cocky rich-ass partner was ticklish and oh how he was going to make him pay for his attitude today, for his attitude forever.
Tightening his hold on Daisuke’s ankle, Haru pulled it further towards his side, making Daisuke lose his balance. Flailing his arms, he dropped the cheap snacks he was going to try and probably dislike next, and a sudden wave of restrained giggles came from him when Haru scribbled his fingers all over his bare sole.
The skin was as soft and smooth as you would expect from a rich boy like him, and Haru felt oddly intrigued as he scittered his fingertips all over his sole and along the sides of his foot.
“Pffhehehe don’t! It tihihickles!” Daisuke giggled, and he covered his face with his arm, hiding what Haru thought was an adorable reaction.
Daisuke’s face had already been a little blushy because of the alcohol, but Haru could already see him blush a lot worse after only a little bit of tickling, and the bright genuine laugh on his face was something he never thought he would ever see. It was a true joy to look at, but also to listen to.
His voice while he laughed and giggled was actually as deep as his usual voice, but then sometimes he’d make a cute pitchy sound of which Haru wanted to hear more.
“Shit I wanna tickle you to death,” Haru heard his own drunk self say as he dropped Daisuke’s foot and rushed over to the other side. Before Daisuke could escape, Haru grabbed both his arms, pinned them up above his head and sat on top of them.
“NO! Nowaahaha- eeehehhee!” Haru grinned at the satisfying response to him tickling Daisuke’s underarms plus both sides of his ribcage. His fingers danced up and down, dug in, wiggled, clawed, poked, just anything to make this rich boy laugh his head off.
“Whahaat are you doihihing!” Daisuke laughed when Haru’s fingers traveled further and tested the sensitive area of his lower sides. Occassionally he poked his stomach and he was already debating whether to lift that hoodie and get to his bare skin or not.
“What does it look like? Coaching you. I tell you, this is what happens if you keep talking down to your superiors like this,” Haru made up on the spot, enjoying the fact that this could be seen as both punishing and disciplining Daisuke and his rich boy attitude. He had every right to tickle him like this, how satisfying!
“I wonder where else you’re ticklish,” Haru said, and he noticed the way Daisuke’s ears had colored an adorable tint of red.
“Oh?” He experimentally tickled his ears, and was awarded with an adorable squeak.
“Eeeep!” With his eyes squeezed shut, Daisuke shook his head. His lips were stretched into a big smile as he fought against the giggles passing them, and Haru smirked.
“I guess it’s kinda cute you get sensitive in places like this. How do you like this, Kambe?” he taunted, and he intensified the tickling by scribbling behind his ears and up and down his neck mercilessly. Daisuke writhed and squirmed under him, his helpless arms tugging to get free from Haru’s weight, and his legs that were still stuck under the table kicked hysterically.
“Eyahaha nohoho!” Daisuke giggled. Haru only let him hear a loud sigh in response as he continued to tickle him.
“That won’t make me stop~” he said, and without warning his hands returned to Daisuke’s torso - which was the place where he could tickle him and make him squeal hardest after all.
“HAhh! okay okahahay!” Daisuke cried through his unstoppable laughter.
“Okay, what?” Haru said, slowly stopping his attack and looking down at Daisuke’s flushed face. He panted.
“I’ll eat those,” he said, nodding at one of the snack packs he had tossed to the side earlier.
“You lost every right to eat them when you called them cheap commoner crackers and tossed them on my floor like that. Ask me nicely,” Haru said, still staring at the edge of his hoodie. To strip, or not to strip?
“Nicely?” Daisuke panted. Haru nodded.
“Yes, nicely. What’s the use of this if you haven’t learned your lesson hm?” To emphasize this, Haru tickled him quickly again, making Daisuke bark out a hilarious laugh.
“Okahaay! F-fihiine...Fine. Inspector Katou, may I please eat those cheap commoner crackers to satisfy my hunger?”
To strip it was. That sarcastic cocky little...!
“Oh so you like being tickled? You could’ve just tooold me!” Haru roared. Daisuke squealed and arched his back when he managed to peel away his hoodie, exposing his bare torso. In an instant, he scribbled his fingers all over the newly revealed skin of his stomach and sides, and he felt Daisuke’s squirming and struggling increase a bunch.
“Ahahaha no wahahait!” His legs kicked against the table again, causing several of the snacks to fall off.
“Nonono not thahahat!” Daisuke laughed when Haru’s fingers returned to his upper torso, only this time there was no hoodie between him and Daisuke’s body to give his poor ticklish partner any protection.
“Yes, that! I won’t stop until you’ve learned your lesson, Kam-be Dai-suke!” Haru was ahead of himself, but it didn’t matter. His fingers were doing their work with surprising out-of-the-blue expertise, Daisuke was stlil laughing and squirming, and all was good.
“Ahaha it tihihickles!” Daisuke continued to giggle adorably, and he let out a couple of rewarding noises when Haru squeezed his sides.
Haru chuckled along with him. The alcohol was getting to him. Daisuke’s laughter was getting to him. So the moment Daisuke was literally gasping, “Stahap! Hahaharu!” Haru actually did stop, and he smiled.
“Did you just call me by my first name? Maybe I should teach you manners next time,” he said cockily, though he couldn’t deny he actually really enjoyed that. Getting up, he stood on shaking legs, feeling drunk and happy, and he was about to stumble away when he suddenly felt a hand grab his ankle.
“Eh?” Haru looked down at Daisuke who had reached out to grab his ankle, looking like a soldier still ready for a fight. His hair was even messier than before, his face bright red, and hs lips still stretched into that forever smile, but there was this certain look in his eyes...
“Watch your step,” Daisuke warned, and Haru’s eyes widened when Daisuke tickled his bare foot around the arch and ankle, and he staggered.
“Hohoho wahahait! Hehehey!” he cackled, taken by surprise to suddenly feel overwhelmed with ticklish sensations himself. He was seriously standing, yet Daisuke knew to scribble at every accessible part of his bare foot, and it worked.
“Stop! Youhouou’re not allowed to d-dohoho this!” Haru laughed as he fell forward on hands and knees. Getting even better access to his feet, Daisuke gave him a taste of his own medicine, and Haru howled.
“I am Kambe Daisuke, I am allowed to do anything,” he heard his opponent’s response, and he pounded the floor with his hands. There he found one of the packs of crisps, which he took and tossed against Daisuke’s head. It took him by surprise, so he let go of his foot and Haru jumped out of his reach.
“Stahay there! This ends here-hehe!” Haru huffed, pointing at Daisuke with his finger. Daisuke only flashed this ice cold smirk before actually grabbing Haru’s finger. With his other hand he grabbed Haru’s wrist, and with a swift motion he threw him on top of his own bed.
“Hey! What the - eeehh get off!” Haru struggled, but Daisuke easily managed to straddle him, pinning his body helplessly down on his bed.
“You’re right. This ends here. With me teaching you a lesson.” Yes, right, and Haru already knew very well what that lesson was. Don’t mess with Kambe Daisuke without expecting a life threatening counter attack. Yes, lesson taught! He had underestimated him!
“I learned it, I learned my lesson, gehehet off! Eehehe!” Haru was the weak kind of person to already start laughing at the mere anticipation of getting tickled. With Daisuke on top of him and his hands hovering above his helpless body, laughing in advance and trying to talk himself out of this was all he could do.
And then... Daisuke tickled him for real. His touches were maybe somewhat uncoordinated and messy, but definitely effective. With nimble fingers he sought after Haru’s tickle spots, practically the same ones Haru had attacked on him when he had the upper hand in this.
“Kahahambe - aaaaahh!” His sides, his ribs, underarms, Haru’s arms weren’t even pinned like Daisuke’s yet he found himself just as helpless and horribly ticklish in such a way that each poke and squeeze made him squeal louder.
“AHAha! Okay I’m sohohorry! I’ll mahahake you food, ahahanything!” He really thought it’d be smart to talk his way out of this, but it didn’t seem to work. Daisuke appeared even more drunk than before he got tickled to death, and it didn’t even seem as if Haru’s words were reaching him at all.
“Ohoho. Ticklish, Inspector Katou?” he said in a very deep voice. Obviously! Haru would have made fun of his misplaced taunt, but right now he was busy squealing and laughing for his life. Daisuke climbed further on top of him and held him captive with surprising strength, his fingers traveling higher to claw at his ribs and poke at his underarms.
“Stopstopstop not theeehehere!”
A sober version of Haru would’ve laughed at the situation; which was two drunk policemen having a stupid tickle fight for actually no reason at all.
“STAha- you wihihin! Kahahambe- no wahahait!” Haru panicked when he felt Daisuke really go for his underarms without any mercy. His fingers dug in, making his entire body jerk and twitch from the sensations, and he exploded with more laughter.
“Noooo Dahahaaaisuke!” Daisuke still seemed too drunk to get anything what he was saying, he was only tickling him and staring at him intensely with those... beautiful eyes.
Haru thrashed and pushed, but the younger man had such a surprising strength that he didn’t see any other way to escape than...
A kiss. Like he had seen in movies and drama’s, that kind of kiss, and it worked. He had grabbed Daisuke’s hoodie and pulled him close, their lips pressed together forcefully into a sudden kiss, and he could feel Daisuke’s fingers in his armpits come to a stop.
“Hmph!” Haru kissed him for a little longer and finally let go of him, only to be surprised by Daisuke pushing him down and kissing him back. Shit. This wasn’t what he had planned at all, but they made out for at least a good while, and Haru’s mind was getting even cloudier than it already was.
He moved his hands up and combed his fingers through Daisuke’s soft hair, he moaned when Daisuke took further control of the kiss, and he shuddered when those fingers under his arms moved down and traced down his sides, caressing his bare skin and teasing him.
And then, quite as sudden as it started, Daisuke suddenly pulled back and backed away, as if he woke up from a trance and only realized now what he had been doing.
“Kambe...?” Haru sat up and covered his lips, also vaguely realizing what happened, which was a hard thing to come to terms with.
“....” Daisuke looked at him with this shocked expression and a huge blush on his face, staggered back, tripped over the table, almost fell and eventually disappeared into the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind him.
Haru still sat on his bed, his fingers covering his lips that still felt hot. His head felt hot, his body felt hot, everywhere felt hot.
“.....Okay. Fine,” he muttered, and just like that he passed out, into a very deep sleep.