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“Let’s play a game~”
“A game?” Asked the master of wind, looking up from the papers and blueprints on his desk” what sort of game?” There was a bit of skepticism in his voice. He was curious, yet cautious, Michael was always full of surprises after all.
“Oh it’s nothing I don’t think you wouldn’t be able to handle~..come one, just one game” the demon muttered invitingly, placing his hands onto Ace’s shoulders” pleasee?..”
“Fine..but it better be quick, I have work to do” Finally sighed the master of wind, sitting up from his desk, following Michael to the nearby bed. He was still rather confused to what this game would be, but decided to play along for a little.
The demon sat himself on the bed, having Ace lay down on him, back pressed against his chest. Purring in satisfaction from getting to feel his boyfriend so close, Michael reached out and grabbed a simple peace of cloth, using it as a blindfold for Ace.
“What is this..game..exactly?” He questioned as the blindfold covered his eyes. He shifted around in his boyfriend’s lap, crossing his legs slightly as he waited.
“Oh you’ll see.. now lift your arms up for me”
Ace obliged, lifting his arms up at the request of the demon, his shirt being pulled up a little in the process, exposing a bit of his tummy along with his armpits.
“Good..Now, all you need to do to win is stay quiet” explained Michael, a sly grin appearing on his lips as he spoke” if you make a sound or pull your arms down during the duration of the game, you lose..”
It sounded simple enough, but where was the catch? There was no way this would be just a simple game, Ace knew better than that. Still, he nodded in compliance and sealed his lips tight, awaiting whatever his boyfriend had prepared.
Slender fingers caressed the cold skin of the master of wind, pulling up his shirt a little further, being agonizingly slow with the process. Michael made sure his boyfriend would feel his fingers grazing his skin, that light sensation leaving him all tingly.
There was a slight flinch from Ace, hands gripping into fists as he felt his body being so gently teased. Unable to see what was happening, his mind was forced to focus on the sensation of warm fingers wondering his body, the hairs on his arms standing up on their ends from the feeling. So far so good though, not a sound escaped his lips.
The demon was barely testing the waters though, teasing his prey a little. The true fun hasn’t started yet. He watched his boyfriend’s body tense as he raked his nails up from his sides all the way to his ribs, dangerously close to his armpits yet never quite reaching them, keeping him on the edge on what he would do.
This slow teasing continued for quite a little while, each second feeling like hours for Ace, all of it driving him mad with anticipation. He wouldn’t have to wait long though, meer seconds later feeling his sides be pinched in an up and down motion, causing him to squirm around a little, attempting to escape the sensation out of reflex. His arms trembled, almost starting to lower already.
There was not a sound from him though, biting down hard to keep quiet as his boyfriend’s nimble fingers scratched and scribbled against his sides and toned stomach. A bit of frustration was building up as he realized what he had agreed to. He had fallen for one of Michael’s tricks, again.. He wouldn’t allow himself to lose this time though, he had had enough of the demon’s smug teasing and taunting.
Michael wasn’t going to make victory easy though, what would be the fun in that? No, he wanted to make Ace struggle and crack like all the previous times. To see his lips curl into that forced smile as he tries so hard not to let his laugh escape his throat. He lightly squeezed and pinched at the soft flesh, smirking” hm..you’re doing better than our previous games..but” his hands moved up to Ace’s exposed ribs” can you really keep your arms up?~”
God how he hated it and loved it when Michael would tease and coo in such a sweet yet smug tone, it drove him up a wall. His stomach sank as he felt his boyfriend’s warm fingers trace up his ribs, warning of what was to come. Getting his tummy played with and poked was one thing, he could endure it, but his ribs and armpits? He was doomed.
“ you seem so nervous, Acey..what’s wrong?~” innocently giggled the demon as he began to lightly scribble with his fingers between each of the ribs. He was light at first, but that mercy soon disappeared, those gentle scratches replaced by quick and rough pokes, all ten fingers descending onto the soft skin to abuse it with the ticklish sensation they caused.
Ace’s eyes widened, his back arching uncontrollably from the feeling. He had to grab his own hands in an attempt to keep his arms up, digging his fingers into his own skin to distract himself. No matter his attempts at resistance, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling, his lips quivering slightly as he shook his head, eyes squeezed shut. He was rubbing his legs together, kicking them on occasion in an attempt to relieve that ticklish torment his body had to endure.
Michael couldn’t help but blush at the sight, his heart fluttering a bit” struggling this much already?..oh poor you~” He chuckled, tail wagging a little behind him. He loved seeing that sweet, adorable smile on Ace’s face as he struggled to keep himself together.
The demon's fingers trailed further upwards, wiggling just close enough to the sensitive underarms to have Ace squirming. It was a miracle he could endure for this long, but still, Michael hadn’t targeted his worst spots just yet.
“Hmm..you really don’t want me going there, do you?~” oh he really didn’t, he really reallyyy didn’t want Michael’s fingers to reach that spot, but there was no stopping him. He could feel the demon’s fingertips skittering closer and closer to his armpits until-
A muffled yet high pitched squeal broke the silence of the room, Ace thrashing around, arms shaking as he tried to keep them in the air, still a bit of foolish hope he could win this little game.
Michael had dug his fingers into the soft flesh of Ace’s armpits, wiggling and scribbling with his fingers all over the exposed skin, his touches almost feather-light. Usually this would have the poor master of wind absolutely shrieking and shaking with bubbly laughter, but this time there was almost deafening silence.
A weak spot is a weak spot though, as Ace couldn’t keep his act of toughness going for long. He lowered his arms just slightly, attempting to keep Michael’s fingers from getting the more sensitive areas of skin, though it proved to be useless. Those long, slender fingers weren’t going to allow him any relief from his ticklish torture any time soon. A few muffled cackles escaped his lips involuntarily in the process, causing his cheeks to redden further.
“Oh? Was that a giggle?~..and I really thought you were about to actually win the game..” taunted the demon, fingers quickly fluttering up and down the soft skin, drawing out further restrained giggles from his prey.
Ace could practically hear the smugness in Michael’s voice, recognizing that playful smirk of his even without having to see it. He threw his head back, his arms shaking, having to use all his willpower not to give into the urge to pull them down and protect his sensitive body. Giggles kept slipping from him though, and once the dam broke, there was no stopping it.
“Michahahael!! Enough! Plehehehsee!” The master of wind finally gave in, squealing and squirming around, twisting whichever way to attempt at getting those damned hands off his weak spot. Before he could pull his arms down though, Michael’s tail curled tightly around his wrists, forcing them to remain above his head.
“Hmm..you’ve laster longer than usual, but still lost~” chuckled the demon, now clawing and scribbling mercilessly all over Ace’s upper body, no longer focusing on just one spot.
An uncharacteristically loud screech was let out by the master of wind as he felt his entire body be attacked by his boyfriend’s quick hands. He attempted repeatedly to pull his arms down to defend himself yet he found his arms restrained and unwilling to budge “ Michahahael!! Thihihis isn’t fahahahair!!” He squealed in protest, only getting a few playful giggles in response.
“ Oh Acey, all is fair in love, war, and tickling~” cooed the demon, breathing down his neck, blowing little puffs of air against his skin to tease him further. Hearing that desperate laughter and high pitched squealing was his favorite thing in the world, being almost addicted to it. He could do this for hours, though his poor boyfriend may end up going mad if he tried.
Still, Ace had been working for way too long that day, and Michael was bored, it was only fair to distract him a little from those tiering blueprints and numbers. Tricking him into a tickle game was only..a minor side-effect.
“Shihihit!! Nohoho not thehere plehehesee!” Begged the master of wind, his now reddened underarms attacked once again by the swarm of fingers, not allowing him any peace or mercy.
“Not here? Hmm..I’m starting to belive this spot may be as bad as your feet..guess I’ll have to compare how high pitched your squeals and laugh can get” chuckled the demon, speaking in an almost innocent tone, as if he wasn’t absolutely wrecking his boyfriend at that exact moment.
“No! Please anything but that!!” Managed to blurt out Ace through his laughter. He wasn’t hollering, yet, but Michael could push him to that point with ease. He was too damn ticklish to handle both his armpits and feet tickled, though to his relief, Michael seemed to only be teasing him about such a situation, never actually moving his hands away from his upper body.
The demon was getting a little carried away though, unable to stop himself as he squeezed, poked and scribbled every inch of skin he could get his hands on. He allowed Ace a little break, only to change focus to his tummy and sides, watching him buck with his hips and squirm around in an attempt to get away. No matter how much he moved though, Michael’s fingers always followed, determined to get every last squeal out of him.
“Poor you.. you really should have thought about how sensitive and ticklish you are before you decided to be my boyfriend~” giggled the ginger, nibbling playfully on Ace’s ear as he leaned his head against his neck.
“Fuchuhuck you!!” Yelled out the master of wind, whatever threat or anger those words were supposed to have quickly evaporated through his laughter.
“Awhhh, don’t be so mean~” purred the demon, knowing damn well Ace would have wrestled him to the floor in seconds if he hadn’t restrained him in time. He squeezed and kneaded at this sides and tummy, moving up and down at random all over the scarred and tattooed body of his boyfriend. His skin was soft, pleasant to the touch, possibly because Michael had been spoiling him so much. Was he secretly doing it to make Ace more sensitive? Possibly..-
Ace didn’t have time to question such things, he was too busy squirming and kicking with his legs, his laugh going from bubbly to almost hysterical. He could have easily gotten out of such a predicament, it wasn’t as if he was fully tied up, but being tickled didn’t let him think straight in the slightest, leaving him to only pathetically squirm and thrash around.
“I- I cahahant!! I can’t!! Eeheheheeh! Please!! Mercy!!” He finally begged, unable to take any more. Surprisingly, Michael complied, pulling his hands and tail away, freeing Ace and allowing him a break finally.
The moment his arms were free the master of wind pulled them close, tearing off the blindfold before hugging himself as he curled up, protecting his still tingly and reddened upper body. It took a bit for him to finally stop his giggling and calm his breathing to a normal pace once again, but when he did he just layed back down on Michael’s chest, relaxing. He was sweaty all over, his face red from blushing and laughing so hard.
“ did you have fun?” Softly whispered the ginger, rubbing Ace’s body a little to help relieve the ticklish sensation he had all over. His tail wagged behind him, an innocent smile on his face as if he wasn’t responsible for any of this.
“I..ha..aha…I’ll fuckihin..kill you..” Ace muttered, barely able to string a coherent sentence together.
Michael giggled, amused by his boyfriend’s attempt at a threat” well it’s not my fault you’re this ticklish and gullible, you always fall for the same trick and lose at the same game” he muttered, playfully mocking him.
“You..oh you’re really asking for it now..” Ace muttered as he sat up slightly, a playful grin on his lips as he glared at him.
Michael’s stomach dropped as he realized what he just got himself into. Well fuck.
Before he could even attempt to make an escape Ace was already on top of him, overpowering him and pinning him down as he tried to squirm away” you think you can just get away with this all, hm?..”
“A-Acey..let’s talk about this..y-you don’t have to- Ehehehe ah! Nohoho not thehere!! Wahahait!!” Michael wasn’t even allowed to finish his sentence before Ace began his attack on his hips, squeezing and pinching at the weakest spot he knew of.
“Thihihis ishihint fahahairr!!” Exclaimed the demon, bucking desperately as his hips and lower stomach were subjected to merciless tickling. As mean as he was when he was in charge, he was pitifully ticklish and weak when subjected to the same things he did to others, being reduced to a squeaking giggling mess within seconds.
Ace could only smirk in satisfaction as he enacted his revenge, having completely forgotten about the work on his desk he was supposed to get done, focusing all his attention on the squirming man beneath him” Hmm.. what was that you said earlier..?..Ah, yes! All is fair in love, war, and tickling~”