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Spamton sipped his drink at Ramb’s bar, wondering what was keeping Tenna from joining him for dinner. They had wrapped about half an hour ago, and Tenna told him to go ahead of him, that he had something to take care of before they turned in for the night. Spamton looked at his watch absentmindedly and sighed, hoping his co-star would show up soon.
“Tenna is a CRUEL tyrant!”
Spamton turned his head to see Battat, looking quite disheveled. His clothes were wrinkled in all the wrong placed and his cheeks were heavily flushed. Spamton couldn’t help but smirk at the other Darkner.
“You’re the idiot who tried to sneaking bonus points” Spamton teased, twirling the straw in his drink, doing all he could to keep from snickering.
“Shut UP, Mailman” Battat snapped, laying his head on the bar, doing his best to regulate his breathing. Spamton could not help but wonder what Tenna had done to wear out the poor green dice so much.
“What did he do, anyway?” Spamton asked, looking around to see if Tenna was around to hear him gossiping with the other employees, “surprise Physical Challenge?”
“YES, the WORST KIND!!” The dice said, his eyes wide with frustration, “He tickles you until you say, ‘I Love TV!’ an ‘appropriate’ amount of times!!!” Battat put air quotes around the word appropriate, insinuating that it was not a real metric, but rather just Tenna using his “discretion” to determine how long you needed to be tickled.
Spamton felt his stomach drop, small butterflies threatening to surge in his gut. Surely, this was some sort of joke. He burst into nervous laughter, hoping his cheeks weren’t as red as he felt they were.
“You’re telling me Tenna uses tickling to keep you chumps in line around here? That is ridiculous” Spamton wiped a small tear of mirth from his eye.
“Uhm… He is ridiculous” Battat and Ramb said, simultaneously. Spamton coughed nervously and straightened his tie.
“You guys are serious?”
“YES” Battat all but snarled, taking a long swig from his drink. Spamton laughed nervously, doing his best to appear nonchalant as he spoke.
“Good to know… I guess I’ll try not to get on his bad side, heh… That would be TERRIBLE!” Spamton looked away from the other two as he looked down to sip his shake, hiding as much as his face as physically possible. He could feel a spark of excitement forming at the base of his spine, the butterflies in his stomach climbing their way up his throat as Spamton thoughts raced through his brain. He had spent countless nights daydreaming about Tenna tickling him to pieces ever since they had gotten so close, and a way to make that happen had just been placed directly in his lap. All he had to do was ‘steal’ something from the elusive Bonus Room and he would have all the tickles he could ever want. AND it would all look like it was Tenna’s idea, not Spamton’s. This had been the single greatest thing Battat had ever done for him, he would have to send some extra points his way as a thank you.
Spamton finished his drink and stood up, saying a quick goodbye to the other two and made his way to his room, asking Mike to let Tenna know he would be taking an early night tonight. He had A LOT to think about.
The next day after rehearsal, Spamton snuck into the Bonus Points area, knowing Tenna would be not long behind him. He always came around this time to check all the prizes and points stored here, as many employees were prone to try to pocket a few extra points when Tenna wasn’t looking. Spamton could feel nervous jitters throughout his body as he looked around to see what he would ‘steal’. Spamton saw a pair of TV World sunglasses on display near the back of the room and decided this would be his crime. He took the glasses off the display case and delicately placed them on his nose, hearing Tenna’s footsteps coming toward the door. A wide smile threatened to break out over his entire face as he heard the door open. Spamton quickly turned his back to Tenna, doing everything in his power to wipe the giddy grin off of his face before he was caught.
“Spamton? What are you doing in here?” Tenna calls out from the entrance, sounding genuinely confused about the situation in front of him. Spamton turned around and did his best to pull the guiltiest expression he could muster underneath the shades.
“Hm, what me? N-Nothing!” Spamton said, taking the glasses off and ‘hiding’ them behind his back, knowing goddamn well Tenna had already seen them.
“You aren’t taking anything from the Bonus Room, are you?” Tenna asked, crossing his arms. Spamton bit the inside of his lip to keep himself from laughing from the pure anticipation of the tickling he was about to endure.
Spamton shook his head, taking small backward steps as Tenna crossed the room to meet him where he was. The smaller man pressed his back against the cool wall as Tenna blocked him in with his much larger body.
“Spammy… You know all the stuff in this room is for the CONTESTANTS, not the hosts!”
Spamton gasped as Tenna picked him up by the back of his jacket collar, using his other hand to pluck the sunglasses from his co-hosts hands, placing them back on their respective display.
“Heh, h-honest mistake, Tens! My bad” Spamton said, smiling nervously at the taller man, shrugging his shoulders and attempting to remain cool.
“I’m afraid you must face the repercussions for this, the same as every other employee here” Tenna scolded, sitting on the ground and pulling Spamton onto his lap. Spamton shook his head, fearing that his cheeks were beet red and giving him away.
“C’mon, Ten, it was an honest mistake! It won’t happen again, promise! You wouldn’t punish your favorite co-host!!”
Tenna smiled and shook his head, gently pulling Spamton’s jacket off him and tossing it aside. Spamton looked up, surprised, worrying that maybe Tenna may have a… sexier punishment for his partner rather than the tickles that all the other employees got. Maybe his plan wasn’t as bulletproof as he thought…
“Tell me, Spammy, you aren’t ticklish, are you? I know Darkners in TV World are extremely sensitive to tickling, but I don’t know if those from Cyber City suffer from that same sensitivity” Tenna said, his voice low and threatening. Spamton felt an intense shiver travelling up his spine.
“M-Me? Ticklish? No, not at all!” Spamton smiled, his cheeks getting pinker by the second, “I-I’m pretty sure that Cyber City Darkners are immune to tickling”
Tenna’s expression remained unconvinced, his fingers making their way to Spamton’s dress shirt, unbuttoning it and exposing his squishy midsection to the chilly air. Spamton looked up at Tenna, shocked.
“How do you know, have you ever been tickled before? I’ve been told I am criminally good at tickling people to madness, just ask anyone” Tenna said, his gloved hands morphing into claws as he hovers over Spamton’s now exposed torso.
“H-Have I been… Uhm” Spamton sputtered, unsure how exactly to answer this. “Y-Yes, I have! It d-didn’t make me laugh at all!”
Tenna giggled and gathered Spamton’s small wrists in his hands, stretching them up to leave his entire upper body exposed.
“Well, if that’s the case, this will be over soon! If not…” Tenna gently dragged his claws against Spamton’s exposed armpits, “You’ll have to be punished for lying as well”
Spamton could not control his reaction, immediately squealing and squirming when Tenna’s sharp talons touched his sensitive underarm. Tenna’s grin overtook his entire screen.
“Not ticklish, huh? What was that noise, then? That sounded like laughter to me. Are these armpits of yours a bit sensitive?” Tenna asked, using the pads of his fingers to gently dig into Spamton’s armpits, causing the smaller man to kick his feet and shake his head, doing his best to hold back the intense bout of laughter gathering in the back of his throat.
“N-No!! I-I… TENNA!” Spamton gasped, the corners of his mouth stretched into an anxious smile. He could feel the ticklish lightning running through his body, and he knew he couldn’t hold it back much longer.
“Don’t lie~ I can tell you are just DYING to laugh~” Tenna said, his hand forming a claw on Spamton’s stomach, vibrating against the skin there. Spamton burst out laughing, his eyes squeezing shut as he desperately pulled on his wrists to protect his tummy. His body was working against him, all he wanted was to be at Tenna’s mercy, but Spamton’s instincts kept sending instructions to his limbs to protect his sensitive body.
“Aw, I’m afraid my little cohost IS ticklish, hm?” Tenna teased, his fingers making their way to his hips, causing the smaller man to scream with desperate laughter. Spamton arched his back and shook his head, giggling nervously as Tenna’s grin grew impossibly wider.
“Goodness! I haven’t found your spot already, have I? I told you I was good at this~” Tenna cooed, letting Spamton’s wrist go and placing his large thumbs over Spamton’s hip bones, threateningly.
“Tell you what, all you have to do for your penance is say “I Love TV!” until I tell you to stop” Tenna said, gently tickling the smaller man’s exposed hips, his small hands unable to move Tenna’s larger ones.
Spamton continued to laugh but did not say “I Love TV!” as Tenna requested. Spamton knew Tenna had a soft spot for him, and after a few times saying that, Tenna would stop the tickling and forgive him. So, he didn’t! All he did was laugh and squeal as Tenna’s thumbs dug into Spamton’s hips, his other fingers gently tickling his lower ribs at the same time.
“AHAHAHAHA!! T-TEHEHEHENNAHAHAHA” Spamton shrieked, tears of mirth gathering in his eyes as his laughter becoming more and more desperate as Tenna’s fingers increased their speed and pressure.
“C’mon, Spam, just say “I Love TV!” and I’ll stop” Tenna said, speaking softly as though Spamton had failed to understand his previous instructions. Spamton shook his head, his laughter rising in pitch as Tenna moved down to tickle his thighs and knees.
“You’re a stubborn little email, hm? I have all day, Spammy and I don’t think you have enough breath to take all the tickling I can dish out” Tenna growled, his hands tickling all over Spamton’s body, from his armpits and ribs, down to his hips and thighs, finally making their way back to his knees, when Spamton’s laughter started to get silent.
“Spam, don’t make me take these shoes off” Tenna said, his voice firm, “Just say ‘I Love TV!’ and I will show you mercy”
Spamton gulped up air as Tenna gave him a short break. Every nerve was on fire and he was positively high on dopamine from this tickle session. It was everything he had ever wanted, Tenna WAS extremely skilled in tickling and his verbal teasing just added to it. If Spamton didn’t need to breathe, his idea of heaven would be just being tickled by Tenna forever.
Tenna looked down at Spamton, who was extremely flushed and clearly worn out from all the tickling. He honestly had started to feel bad for his co-host. All the other Darkners would do their penance immediately and Tenna would have fun tickling them for a few minutes before letting them go. But Spamton hadn’t said it a single time, what was he doing? It’s been damn near 20 minutes and the words have not left his lips.
“Spam, think about this. You do not want me anywhere near those toes, just say it and we can go have dinner” Tenna said, holding the mailman’s ankles in his hands, silently threatening to remove his footwear.
“I-I refuse to admit guilt, I-I did nothing wrong” Spamton said, stubbornly, a silly smirk on his lips. “Do your worst”
Tenna’s face flushed out of frustration, and he quickly untied Spamton’s dress shoes and removed his socks, revealing his slightly sweaty feet. Spam wiggled his toes absentmindedly as he felt the cool air against his soles, grinning nervously as Tenna placed his ankles in the crook of his elbow, securing them there. Spamton gasped and arched his back again as Tenna ran a single finger down his bare foot. His feet were always a bit more sensitive after being trapped in his shoes all day, but he had never experienced them being tickled as intensely as he hoped them to be at this moment. Tenna snapped his fingers and Spamton noticed his hand changing again, what was once a clawed hand transformed into a glove covered in small spokes, resembling a hairbrush.
“I’ll give you one more chance” Tenna said, gravely serious as he hovered his hand over his feet. Spamton shook his head and stuck his tongue out at Tenna to ensure he would feel all of Tenna’s wrath. Tenna immediately touched the spokes to Spamton’s feet, brushing up and down from the sensitive skin under his toes, down his arch and all the way down to his heel. Spamton instantly screeched and dissolved into helpless laughter as that damned brush-hand tickled him to pieces. Tenna’s expression was concerned, pulling the toes of Spamton’s left foot back to tickle the ball of his foot roughly with his brush. Spamton’s laugh immediately went silent as tears streamed down his face, kicking his other foot against Tenna’s arm in a useless attempt to free his other foot.
“Hm? Sorry, does your other foot feel left out? It wants some tickles too?” Tenna sang, switching his hold to grab Spamton’s right foot, brushing his fingers in between Spamton’s toes to cause the smaller man to scream with desperate laughter.
Tenna continued to tickle all over Spamton’s right foot, eventually taking his ankles back in his arm and tickling them both roughly with the brush. He couldn’t help but wonder what Spamton was doing, not once during this did he ask Tenna to stop, nor did he give in to Tenna’s instructions. Tenna always knew Spamton was stubborn but this seemed so extreme?? Was he trying to mess with him somehow? What game was he playing?
Spamton’s silent laughter slowly started to become desperate coughs as he ran out of air to laugh with. Tenna stopped his tickling, but he kept his ankles in his arms as the other man drank in air greedily. Spamton’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his cheeks still rosy as he shut his eyes and relished the most intense tickle high he had ever felt. All of the happy chemicals danced across his brain like he had never experienced before. Tenna looked confused and frustrated, as he let go of his partner’s ankles and looked down at the mess of a man under him.
“Hm, I thought you said you were good at this? You couldn’t even break me after 30 minutes of nonstop tickling, what gives?” Spamton teased, smirking as Tenna’s jaw dropped at the statement.
“Don’t tempt me, you’re lucky I’m so hungry otherwise I would have to tickle you as close to death as I could get you” Tenna mumbled, watching the smaller man put his socks, shoes, and jacket back on, smoothing out the fabric as best he could before shuffling closer to his partner still sitting on the floor.
“Your threats don’t scare me! Honestly, I wonder if the tickle monster is ticklish himself, maybe I should take my revenge on you” Spamton teased, reaching up and squeezing Tenna’s waist quickly, causing the CRT to twitch and gasp, his cheeks dusted pink.
“Oh, enough!! Let’s go eat, we will settle this later” Tenna said, still a bit confused as to what just took place. Spamton gave Tenna a chaste peck on the cheek and took his hand, leading him to the Green Room for dinner.
Spamton finished his dinner quickly and excused himself from Tenna’s company to their dressing rooms. Tenna poked at his food and sighed, still unsure what game Spamton was playing with him. He was genuinely frustrated. He turned his head to Ramb and sighed.
“How’s your day been, Ramb? Anything interesting happen today?” Tenna asked, absentmindedly sipping from his drink. Ramb shrugged his shoulders, wiping the bar down as another Pippins got up from the bar.
“Nothing, boss. I’m afraid your… teaching methos ‘ave been the biggest topic o’ conversation these days” Ramb said, sneaking glances at his boss to gauge his reaction. Tenna’s head lifted quickly, tilting his head to the right in confusion.
“My… what? What do you mean?”
“Well, you gave Mr. Battat a proper lashing yesterday for the bonus points event, he came here quite worn-out last night” Ramb said, “The mailman seemed shocked to hear you used such… physical methods to correct your subjects”
Tenna’s brain was struggling to comprehend what he was hearing. Battat had told Spamton about the punishment for… That little weasel. Tenna stood up suddenly and pushed his plate away. Tenna quickly transferred points to pay for his and Spamton’s dinner and walked away quickly to their shared dressing room.
Battat walked past Tenna as he approached the bar and looked questionably at Ramb. “What is his deal, did someone steal points again?”
“Someone is about to get their just desserts is what ‘appening there” Ramb said, smirking as he turned his back to the bar. Spamton had always been desperate for a good tickling, and Ramb remembered those nights when he would antagonize all the other Addisons until they all tickled him stupid as punishment. He thought it was time that someone knew about the mailman’s little secret so he would stop playing these games with everyone to get his fix.
“Spamton!”
Spamton quickly turned around to see a rather worked up Tenna in the doorframe, shutting the door roughly and making his way quickly to the smaller man on his bed. Spamton put his hands up, nervously smiling as Tenna pinned him to the headboard.
“Whoa, you aren’t still mad about that Physical Challenge thing, are you?” Spamton couldn’t hold back his smile, “You want another round, hm?”
“Oh, Spamton, I know what you’re doing” Tenna said, grinning evilly down at the other man, “You like being tickled, don’t you? You pretended to steal something from the Bonus Room so I would tickle you as punishment. Am I right?”
Spamton’s grin dropped and looked up in shock, shaking his head without even thinking. Maybe he allowed his enjoyment to cloud his judgement. He definitely should have said “I Love TV!” at least a few times, in hindsight.
“W-What? No! Y-You’re confused! J-Just because I can take it d-doesn’t mean I like it” Spamton sputtered, his cheeks getting redder by the second.
“Hm. I don’t believe you. I think you wanted me to tickle you silly. Admit it, and we can have another tickle fight right now” Tenna said, wiggling his fingers teasingly at the smaller man’s red face. Spamton’s eyes couldn’t get any wider as he took in what his partner was saying. He was panicking, unsure exactly what path he should take. He either admitted his plan was to get tickled and admit to his fixation or deny the accusation and possibly have Tenna never tickle him ever again, thinking he actually hated it.
Tenna grinned and pressed his fingers against Spamton’s ribs, gently tickling around them. Spamton nervously laughed and shook his head, biting his lips as he snorted out desperate laughs.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle~ Aww, look at how much he likes it! You didn’t tell me to stop a single time earlier, all you could do was laugh~ Coochie coochie coo, you like it right here, Spammy?” Tenna teased, dipping his finger into Spamton’s belly button and wiggling it around feverishly. Spamton squealed and arched his back, laughing as his cheeks got even darker as he was teased more intensely.
“Spammy~ You’re not saying it with words, but do you know what your body is telling me right now?” Tenna grinned, leaning down to tickle Spamton’s armpits with gentle zaps from his antennae, causing the smaller man to scream with desperate laughter.
“It’s saying ‘Tenna, please tickle me! Tickle me! I like it so much, all I want to do is laugh” Tenna said, in a high pitched voice to tease the other man. Spamton screamed as Tenna’s antennae made their way to gently tickle his ribs and tummy as his hands tickled his knees and inner thighs.
“AHAHAHA, OHOHOKAHAHAY Y-YOHOHOU GOHOHOT MEHEHEE” Spamton shrieked, before his laughter went silent as Tenna blew a raspberry directly on his belly button, “ILIHIHIKEIHIHIHT HOHOHOHOLY SHIHIHIHIHT TEHEHEHEHENNA AHAHAHAHAH”
Tenna snickered and slowed his tickling to a stop, looking down at Spamton’s blissful smile as he regained a normal breathing rhythm. Spamton looked up at Tenna, his cheeks still pink.
“You get cuter every day, Spammy, I can’t believe I never knew you were ticklish for all this time! I could have been winning every argument for our whole relationship!”
Spamton huffed and crossed his arms, feeling intense embarrassment thinking about how quickly Tenna had figured out his secret. He was hoping he would get away with a few more tickle sessions before Tenna figured it out and used it against him.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Spam” Tenna said softly, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, looking down at him sweetly, “This is not that weird of a thing to like, you know. I honestly like it, too. Although I have to admit, I would much rather tickle you silly than be on the receiving end”
Spamton snickered softly and hid his face in Tenna’s chest, snuggling close to his partner. He had to start thinking of a way to gain the upper hand on his partner, who was 3 times as tall as he was, and tickle him to pieces the same way he had done to him. Spamton fell asleep against the CRT’s chest dreaming of revenge tickles and how much fun they were going to have in the future.