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Chris had himself sat on top of Leon. Leon was currently face down on the bed, wriggling as he muffled sounds into the pillow beneath him. Chris had his knees pinning Leon's arms down to his sides, most of his weight settled on his husband's lower back. The younger man kept shaking his head a little and rolling his shoulders back every single time Chris laid his hands on his back. To be fair, Chris had started this whole thing out as a massage and transitioned into making it tickle. He had been holding still for a bit which got Leon all on edge.

The BSAA agent chuckled softly, tazing his fingers into the backs of Leon's ribs. "Yohohohou fuhuhuhuhucker!' Leon immediately choked out, trying to arch his back to no avail, dropping deadweight back down into the bed and cackling into the pillow. It took about five seconds before he decided the fabric made it hard to breathe, so he turned his head to the side and let his laughs fill the room. He honestly questioned that decision because his husband had the great idea to coo about it.

'There's those laughs! Knew you'd come out of hiding eventually, Kennedy. Isn't that right?' Chris shoved his hands between Leon's pinned arms and his waist, starting to wiggle his fingers. Leon yelped, swore at Chris, then his movements got frantic once he realized he wasn't able to move all that well. He kicked as well as he could, feet and legs furiously hitting the mattress. 'Fuhuhhuck, fuck, shihihiht, fuhuhhuck!'

'Language,' Chris hummed softly, taking one hand out to ruffle Leon's hair, earning a giggly yet irritated growl.

'I try tohohhoho keheheheep thahahat neheheahahat!'

'And how's that going for you?'

Leon snarled, which turned into a squeal as his husband's calloused fingers started to rub and massage quite ticklishly into his shoulder blades. He chuckled and had to tighten his hold on Leon's arms, because beneath the side of his thigh he could feel Leon trying to pull an arm out. 'Okay, that's it, you little shit.'

Chris leaned his head down, freeing both his hands now. One came up, brushing the back of Leon's neck and pushing his dirty blonde, almost brunette hair out of the way. Leon inhaled sharply, realizing rather quickly what was coming to him. 'Chrihihis,' he warned, squeezing his blue eyes shut as he held back the urge to start giggling. He couldn't even imagine how holding the odd position on top of him was like for Chris, considering he was being pinned yet tormented all at the same time.

'Yes?' Chris asked sweetly, kissing the back of Leon's neck softly and half snorting at the startled squeak that escaped the man.

'Fuhuck off."

'Nah.'

Leon shifted a little, trying to shake his head in order to dislodge Chris' positioning, but the hand holding his hair out of the way was also holding his head down just enough to the point he couldn't get away. He was all too aware of how badly Chris' stubbly, facial hair covered face tickled him. Usually it was more nibbly tickles on his waist or stomach, not on his neck. He was almost afraid of what was to come. Another kiss, this time Chris nuzzled a little more just to get him to snicker.

'God, you're so fucking adorable when you make those noises,' Chris gushed, using the hand not holding Leon's head down to tickle up the side of his neck. Leon whined softly, trying to hide his quickly reddening face. The older man squeezed Leon's shoulder just to get another cute noise from him, then decided he'd stop teasing the poor guy under him.

Without a single word of warning, Chris leaned his stupid face--well, that's what Leon was calling it right now--right up against the back of his bare neck and blew a raspberry. Leon squealed and his entire body jolted. He despised the way Chris chuckled against his skin, but it seemed that wasn't even the worst of it. Leon felt stubble drag against the back of his neck then move to the side, now turning into playful nibbles.

'Stahahahahap ihihhihihit!' Leon screeched, legs kicking as he tried to roll, but the sheer amount of weight Chris had against him proved it nearly impossible. Under normal circumstances, when he was able to focus fully, he could've thrown Chris off and tackled him down. However, his focus and coordination had flown out the window once this whole thing had started. He knew it was over the moment the fucker decided to make fake eating noises while nibbling on Leon's neck.

'I'm nahahahahat fohohohhood!!' Leon cackled out, subconsciously tilting his head up to give Chris just a little more access. He honestly didn't even realize he was doing it, and Chris made the decision not to point it out in case Leon was insecure about it. Leon's laughs went a whole octave higher when Chris got to the spot where his neck turned into the top of his shoulder. 'God, you're just a ticklish little rookie, aren'tcha? Still just a ticklish little officer, yes you are!'

September 30th, 1998. It was Leon Kennedy’s first day at the Racoon City Police Department (RPD for short). He pulled into the parking lot. Leon stared up at the large building towering over him. He shifted the car into park, grabbing his keys and shoving them hastily into his pocket. He locked the car and shut the door, double checking that his phone was still in his pocket. Pushing open the gate, he walked up to the door and opened it. 

Walking in, he was immediately greeted by a large and majestic statue holding a large flag. Leon guessed it was made of marble. There was an American flag hanging from one pillow on the right side of the desk. The other pillar had a black flag with a police badge emblem on it. The lighting was beautiful. He stared in awe. 

A banker’s lamp and a few files were scattered about the desk. He glanced around the interior of the building a bit more–the ceiling went higher than he thought it would. From the outside, the building looked tall, but inside was better. Looking down at the floor, he noticed the RPD badge on the tile, along with the year it was established. Leon glanced up to the side of the walls–on both sides he noticed a hallway along with railings. He could infer there was a second floor along with rooms. 

A woman was sitting at the front desk. How he didn’t notice her first was beyond him. ‘Are you looking for someone?’ she asked kindly, her smile almost infectious. ‘I’m here for work. Uh, Leon Kennedy? I was supposed to be here yesterday but had a rough night.’ She nodded sympathetically, flipping through a file or two on her desk. ‘I’m Rita Phillips. I usually run the desk around this place. The bullpen area is that way.’ Rita pointed to her right–his left–and turned in her chair a little bit. ‘Go up that ramp, and there should be a door just to your left. That’s where you’ll find everyone!’ 

He nodded, thanking her. He felt almost dizzy with the exhilaration and anxiety of finally being here. If he hadn’t broken up with his girlfriend a couple nights ago and blacked out at a shitty bar, he would’ve been here a day earlier. He walked up the small ramp, glancing around the corner a little. The door to his left. He took a deep breath, shaking off the nerves. Leon opened the door. Immediately he was greeted with quite a few faces. 

He looked around the room. There was a desk on the end with a nameplate–specifically his name engraved in the bronze colored metal. There were party decorations everywhere. Golden streamers from the ceiling swung gently, their green, red, and silver stars spinning a little bit. They caught the light in a good way. There was a party banner set up with a ‘Welcome Leon’ in yellow lettering against a blue background. 

A man in a crisp uniform came up to him–introducing himself as Marvin Branagh. Lieutenant. Leon shook his hand, unable to stop the excited smile coming across his face. The lieutenant had the other officers introduce themselves. There was Elliot Edward who usually wrote reports, David Ford who recorded incident logs and kept track of accidents and calls, Geroge Scott who he learned was usually the night watchman but had come in to meet Leon, and then Neil Carlsen. Neil was the sergeant and planned to get Leon his uniform.

‘Pleased to meet you,’ Leon said, practically vibrating with the amount of energy he felt coursing through his body. ‘Rookie’s got energy,’ one commented with a lopsided smile. If Leon recalled correctly, it was Elliot. ‘Come this way, and you’ll get your uniform,’ Neil–Sergeant Carlsen? Leon wasn’t sure what name to use right now–said breezily, walking off. Leon quickly followed. They went out the end door of the bullpen, taking a right. The pair went to the right again, around the safety deposit room until they reached the stairs. ‘First day?’ the sergeant asked casually, as if it wasn’t obvious. Leon nodded, worried that if he were to speak it’d come out in a haze of excitement and energy. 

They reached the top of the stairs. Turning to the right again, Neil started to talk again. ‘It’ll be the first door on our right. This is the locker room,’ he explained as he opened the door, holding it so Leon could follow him inside. Carlsen grabbed a bundle of clothing, handing it to Leon. The blue and black of the uniform was bright, new, clean. Leon stared at it, then back up at the man. ‘Change in here and meet back in the West Office. The others set up a…celebration for our newest rookie. They keep getting scared off, but I believe you’re a good fit. Do you think you know the way back?’

‘Yeah…yeah, I think I can get there,’ the brunette said with a hint of hesitation, ‘if not, I’m sure someone will find me first.’ Carlsen gave a little chuckle then nodded, leaving Leon alone in the locker room. He changed into his uniform–pulling his shirt and pants on first after getting his civilian clothes off. He glanced at the vest–that must go over his shirt. He slipped that on over his shirt, stretching a little. It hugged tightly to his body but in a comfortable way. It had RPD on the back and front. 

Leon finished adjusting his uniform, then opened the door. By some miracle he remembered the route back to the West Office–the bullpen. Immediately after walking back into the office, an officer grabbed him around the shoulders and slid their fingers into his hair. He had combed it that morning to try to look somewhat neat. Leon opened his mouth to protest, and it came out as a squawk of a laugh as the fingers ruffled and tousled his hair roughly. He pulled out of their grip, glaring at them as he tried to smooth his hair back down. The officer–Elliot–grinned with a stupid smile on his face. ‘Rookie initiation,’ he claimed.

‘Leave the rookie alone,’ Marvin chuckled, squeezing Leon’s shoulders like a father would. Leon had to choke back a squeak at the way it tickled. ‘Now, son. We’ve got soda, beer, pizza, and cupcakes. Figured we’d give you a proper initiation.’ Leon blinked, surprised and almost overwhelmed by the sheer amount of measures they all took to make him feel welcome. Marvin invited all the officers to eat. Leon took a styrofoam plate, putting a couple pieces of pizza on it. He sat down at the chair by his new desk, setting the plate on the clean wooden surface. 

He wasn’t too thirsty at the moment, so he chose to ignore the drinks for now. Considering he had drank himself blackout a couple nights ago, he didn’t need the beer. Soda he drank, but didn’t feel the vibe in the current minute. David Ford pulled up a chair, practically throwing himself into it with a grin. Leon looked up in bewilderment, then smiled back. ‘First day jitters?’ the officer asked. Leon looked at his pizza, took a bite, then nodded. He felt stupid for even admitting so. 

‘We all had that at one point. Ask Ryman all about it,’ he laughed as he gestured to a burly man in the corner of the office with a cup of soda in his hand. The man glared at David, then softened at Leon, jesting back, ‘Says the one who couldn’t figure out how to file shit until his 3rd week in!’ The whole room laughed while David rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a smile and brushing a bit of black hair out of his eyes. 

Leon ate his pizza rather quickly. The brunette set the empty plate back on his desk then sat back in his chair, taking in the scene. Everyone was socializing and poking fun at each other with Marvin supervising like he was babysitting. Neil Carlsen had stayed long enough to grab food then had vanished to go check on calls and reports. Lieutenant Branagh came up to Leon, smiling warmly at the new officer. ‘Enjoying it?’ he asked, standing near the man. Leon nodded. ‘It’s a bit overwhelming, but it’s nice. Everyone I’ve met has been really friendly.’ 

‘Watch for Chief Irons,’ Branagh mentioned out of the blue, taking a sip of his drink, ‘he can be harsh at times. Just…keep up on your training and paperwork and you should be fine. You fit in just fine, kid.’ Another shoulder squeeze, another suppressed squeak. Leon got up abruptly. He threw his empty plate away. He was starting to like his new coworkers. He wandered over to where George Scott’s desk was. The man was sitting there finishing off a slice of pizza, downing a cup of soda right after. Leon blinked and waved shyly. Scott snorted softly then shook Leon’s hand. ‘George Scott. I’m a night watchman, decided I should come meet the newest recruit!’ 

If Leon had to guess, Scott was probably early thirties. He still looked energetic for an officer. Elliot came up behind Leon, leaning on him. The brunette quite honestly didn’t mind–he liked the attention, he supposed. ‘You know, we still have to put you through true initiation,’ Elliot mentioned, prodding lightly at Leon’s vest. He meant for it to be harmless. Playful. Did not expect the flinch from the rookie at his hands. ‘Hurts?” he asked, pulling his hands away for a moment. Leon’s blue eyes were wide, his face starting to go a soft pink. 

Elliot’s smile went to a predatory grin as soon as the pieces came together. ‘Kennedy is ticklish, huh?’ He snuck a finger down to poke up Leon’s waist, making the poor guy squeak and writhe in place a little. Scott was snickering under his breath, and out of the corner of his eye Leon could see David’s curiosity had been piqued because now he was wandering over. ‘No! Noho no, guys, really!’ Leon ducked out of Elliot’s grip, the blonde watching with a devilish smirk. 

Leon bolted out of the office, getting back to the lobby. Rita looked up in confusion and surprise. ‘They are trying to torture me!’ Leon hissed, frantically looking back at the bullpen’s door. At the turn of the handle, he bolted. Rita didn’t even have a chance to respond or ask why. Taking the stairs on the right to get to the second floor, then entering a room and slamming the door shut. Empty room, a few lounging sofas and chairs, coffee machine, microwave, and a small table. Break room, he supposed. 

He flopped down onto one of the sofas. Leon realized he didn’t have his phone on him–he had left it in his pants pocket, which was currently in the locker room. He was trying to get his face to stop being so…blushy. He’d quite honestly forgotten he was ticklish. How ticklish he was. Scott burst into the room. Leon yelped, caught off guard. ‘Hey! What-’ 

‘We just want to try something,’ Elliot stated as he followed Scott into the room. Then David. Scott grabbed the young officer before he had any chance of bolting away. ‘No, no, no! Wehe can talk about thihis!’ Leon’s giggles were already bubbling up, and none of them had even started doing anything yet. He felt Scott grab both his wrists and slowly pull his arms above his head. He whined and kicked slightly. His blue eyes met Elliot’s green ones. Elliot was standing to his right side, seemingly plotting his next move.

‘I’m wohorried sohomeone’s gonna–’

‘Oh, don’t you worry your sweet little head,’ David said, coming up on Leon’s left side and ruffling his hair. Leon whipped his head to the side to try to glare at him, but it came off as more of a pleading stare. ‘Fucking asshole,’ Leon growled out, trying to be the tough guy despite being the one in the compromised position. ‘Rookie, do you happen to be ticklish?’ Leon shook his head stubbornly. Classic. Elliot hovered his fingers over Leon’s waist. He could see the little movement of Leon trying to suck his tummy and waist in. ‘Oho, I think that’s a yes,’ Elliot cooed, wiggling his fingers and watching Leon squirm side to side. He hadn’t even touched him. 

‘What’s the matter, pretty guy? Huh?’ David teased, tracing a finger up and down Leon’s inner bicep. Leon squeaked and shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut so he wouldn’t have to look at either of their stupid faces. One of them snapped their fingers. Leon snorted and opened his eyes to glare at them. ‘Atta boy.’ Elliot placed his hands on Leon’s waist, reveling in the way the man’s body jolted. ‘Guys–thihis is stuhupid! Dohon’t we have work to doho?’ he giggled out. Nervousness and anticipation was really starting to get to him. 

‘Oh, yeah, we have work to do,’ Scott said casually, tightening his grip on Leon’s wrists when he felt him try to pull his arms down. David’s light tracing on his inner bicep had turned to more of an insistent scribble. He’d get infuriatingly close to Leon’s underarm then scribble back up toward his elbow. ‘The work to be completed is seeing how ticklish our newest officer is.’ Elliot hovered his fingers over Leon’s waist again. Leon let out a whiny laugh. 

‘Fuhuck off!’ Elliot raised his eyebrows in mock offense. ‘Swearing at me now?’ The hands lowered immediately, scratching and kneading into the officer’s waist. Leon shrieked, one leg instantly kicking as he thrashed. ‘Fuhuhuck–shihihhit–nohohho!’ He felt the other pair of hands–David’s–dig into his underarms. His laugh went high pitched and frantic. He felt Elliot do some stupid thing with his hand where he was squeezing up and down his waist. The other hand spidered across his belly. ‘Ahahahasshohohohole!’ he cackled, throwing his head back, unintentionally headbutting David in the collarbone area. He heard a surprised grunt and babbled out an apology through his laughter.

He tried kicking. The brunette’s knee successfully connected with the blonde officer’s stomach. Elliot grunted and grabbed the offending leg. He tickled under Leon’s knee which got a mortified squeak and a shake of the head. David’s hands moved from his underarms to his belly. Tracing shapes and clawing his fingers across it at an unpredictable pace. Leon was thrashing, and he could feel the rumble of Scott’s laughter against his back. Leon tried to kick his leg again to get Elliot away from the back of his knee, but the man grabbed his ankle instead. ‘Hm. You know, we haven’t tried your foot yet. Most people are ticklish th–’ 

‘IHIHIT’S NOHOHOT!’

‘Oh, it’s not? Real convincing there, rook,’ Elliot said sarcastically, unlacing Leon’s shoe and slowly taking it off. 

‘Nonononohohoho plehehehease! I’m fuhuhucking sohohohorry!” Leon begged, throwing his head back again and honestly not giving a shit if he headbutted Scott–which he did. His giggles got sweetly high pitched and frantic as he felt his shoe come off. ‘Thihihihis is buhuhullshihihihit!” Leon closed his eyes, turning his head to the side to partially hide his face in his raised arm. Elliot could see an adorable red blush across Leon’s face–well, the part that he could see, anyway. ‘Is the rookie ticklish? Hm?’ the officer teased, beginning to slowly tickle up and down the sole of Leon’s socked foot. A scream escaped from the brunette as his squirming got more desperate. He felt his other leg starting to go weak.

David stopped the stomach tickles, now wanting to try another thing. Reaching up to where Leon’s neck was exposed from tilting his head, he fluttered his fingers up the side of his neck and around under his jaw. That got some sweet bubbly giggles mixed in with the wheezy laughs. ‘Jesus, whatever you’re doing, Ford, that’s working,’ Elliot commented, digging a couple fingers into the center of Leon’s foot which got a rather creative string of curses. 

‘His neck is ticklish,’ David observed with a grin, scritching right behind Leon’s ear. Leon made a very boyish noise as he shook his head to try to dislodge David from his spot. Leon felt his leg finally decide to give out. ‘Fuhuhucking hehehehell!’ he swore, and Scott caught him neatly. They paused the tickling in order to haul Leon over to one of the empty lounging sofas, ignoring the way he was begging and pleading with them. 

‘Keep cursing us out and I’ll make this worse,’ Scott threatened, all too playful, ‘I’m sure the whole lobby can hear your laughs from here anyway. You laugh loud.’ Laying Leon down on the couch, Scott positioned himself in a way that Leon’s arms were still above his head, but he was using his shin and knee to pin them down that way his hands were also available. Leon refused to look at any of them. Elliot he could already tell was fucking evil. David was more gentle with the tickles. Scott he was about to find out what his techniques were like. Six hands on him? That’d be an experience for sure. 

He decided that the shiny black vinyl on the couch’s exterior was very interesting. He bit his lip as he tried to ignore the way he felt Elliot’s hands slowly walking fingers up his waist. Then higher, up to his lower ribs. Then those hands slipped under his vest. Leon’s whole body jolted. ‘Gehehet the fuhuhuck out ohohhohof thehehehere, you bihihhitch!’ Elliot glanced up at Scott, who nodded. He started tazing in between Leon’s rib bones, rubbing into the soft muscle between them. Leon’s back arched hard, which only pressed his body further into the attacking hands. 

‘Leon, I think he’s stuck,’ David said very seriously, ‘the vest seems to be a little tight.’ Leon shook his head hard. ‘Nohohoho he’s nohohhoHOHOT!’ He felt the hands slide higher, starting to really dig into his ribs. Scott dug his fingers into Leon’s shoulder blades. Well, what he could reach. Leon gasped and bucked, hearing David laugh. Elliot was perched atop his thighs and was still very insistent on trying to kill him. ‘Thihihihis–thihihihis is a crihihihime!’ 

‘Not a crime to tickle you,’ Elliot commented, dragging his knuckles down to Leon’s lower ribs, still under his vest. He got a high pitched titter from Leon then one heck of a cackle. ‘Still stuck here, rook. What should I do? Huh?’ He wiggled his fingers roughly, making Leon thrash side to side. He felt thumbs massage into his shoulder blades which made him arch again. The arching of his back pressed his ribs further into Elliot’s teasing fingers. 

‘Stahahahap ihihit–fuhuhuhuck ohohohoff!’ 

He let out a choked silent laugh as he felt David drill fingers into the slight dip of his hips. His body went limp momentarily before desperately writhing in place. In some twist of fate, he squirmed free of all three of them. The brunette hit the floor with a thud and a grunt of surprise. Elliot rolled his eyes playfully, grabbing Leon by the leg and starting to drag him back. ‘Ah, ah, did we say we were done? There’s one more spot I wanna try.’ Leon opened his mouth to (playfully) scream for help, but one of the men–he couldn’t tell which–scribbled right into his lower back to make him burst into snickers. 

Elliot sat himself on the backs of Leon’s thighs. He rubbed up and down Leon’s back, murmuring with a slight bit of concern, ‘You’re comfortable in this position, right? I just want to try a massage. Gets those first day jitters out, right?’ Leon felt a rather comfortable rub on his upper back. A little nod. Elliot hummed in satisfaction, moving so he could pull Leon’s vest off his body. Leon did assist–kind of. At least moved his head up so it could be pulled up over and off of him. 

Suddenly, Scott stood up with a grunt. ‘Well, I should probably get going. Need to go home and sleep a bit before my night shift. Nice to meet you, Kennedy. I look forward to working with you outside of…this.’ Leon looked up from the floor rather awkwardly, responding, ‘Nice–nihice to meet you too.’ Stupid giggles still came out even though Elliot wasn’t doing anything. David came and sat near Leon’s shoulders. He pulled Leon’s arms above his head, eliciting a giggly whimper. 

‘Oh, relax. You’re tense. Elliot’s going to fix that,’ David reassured him. Leon mustered up as much of a glare as he could from his odd laying position on the floor. He felt Elliot massage the heel of his palm into his shoulder. Leon let out a flustered hiss, burying his face back into the floor. He felt David grab one of his hands, gently prying his fingers away from his palm. ‘Nohoho-noho!’ Leon let out a squeaky, adorable giggle as soon as fingers began to trace shapes on his palms. By instinct, he was trying to squeeze his hand back into a fist but the man wasn’t letting him. 

Elliot traced a featherlight line down his spine then scribbled across his lower back. This was starting to be less like a massage. Leon should’ve known it was going to go this way. He tried to wriggle or at least arch a little, but it was practically impossible with the way he was restrained. He let out a muffled scream into the floor and kicked his legs as much as he could. 

David started tickling up and down his forearm, soft little lines back and forth. Leon whined through a giggle, a loud laugh coming out as Elliot massaged right into the back of his shoulder, then squeezed his shoulders. ‘Ohohoh my gohohohhod!’ Leon scrunched his shoulders up to try to get away, but Elliot’s fingers only followed, thumbs rubbing into the space between his shoulder blades. 

‘Relaxed yet, rookie?’ Elliot teased, watching as David went back to the palm tickles, now doing it to both of Leon’s hands. 

‘Yehehehhes–yehehehhes! I swehehehehear–I’m fuhuhuhcking–’ 

‘Alright. That’s 30 seconds more just for the swearing.’

‘Nohohoho-nohohho plehehehehease! Plehehease, plehehease, please–plehehehease!’ Leon started begging as he felt Elliot’s hands move to his hips. He miraculously was able to thrash enough to get his wrists free of David’s hold. That opening gave him time and an opportunity to escape. He pushed his palms flat onto the floor, then shoved himself forward hard. Leon heard Elliot yelp as he was jostled off of Leon. Leon shoved his shoe back on his foot–from when it had been taken off earlier–and bolted.

‘Hey, you still owe 30 seconds of–’ 

‘No I dohon’t!” Leon called over his shoulder, exiting the room and practically slamming the door shut. He had maybe sixty seconds to run and hide if he had to take a guess. Especially considering Elliot and David would know the building layout much better than he did. He ran down the stairs, startling poor Rita who was checking something on her computer. Hurrying himself through the bullpen from earlier, he earned himself a few amused stares and chuckles. The rookie found a door at the end of the bullpen, grabbing the handle and practically throwing it open. He nearly ran into some officer carrying a stack of files. ‘Sorry!’ he squeaked out, then found a random room. No clue what it was, but he’d take it.

Leon ran inside, shutting the door as quietly as he was physically able to. He took a shuddering breath in, biting back a smile. He saw a few desks in the room. An armchair. A table or two. Must’ve been a storage room or something. There was a rackety cot in the corner of the room–the metal frame looked quite worn down and a little rusted. Leon looked around some more. He suddenly heard footsteps outside–not close to the door just yet, but close enough that it prompted him to move. He slid himself under the cot, laying on his belly with his arms tucked underneath his chin.

His legs were curled a little unnaturally against him, but it was fine. He was sure he was going to get found anyway. Leon heard the door open and craned his neck a little without coming out from his hiding spot. He saw one–no, now two pairs of boots come in. He chewed on the inside of his cheek in order to hide the giggles that were threatening to spill out. 

‘Oh, rookie, where could you be? We saw you run off this way!’ Elliot’s voice called out. The boots moved to the middle of the room. One of the men split away from the other to look around the other half of the room. He heard David chuckle softly at Elliot’s stupid teases. Elliot clicked his tongue softly, wandering around the room. Leon could see him bend down to look underneath a desk. Then behind the armchair. ‘You know, newbie, the tickle monster is very patient. He can wait for hours just seeing if you’ll come out.’

Leon covered his mouth with one of his hands, trying to stop the anticipatory giggles from coming out. Honestly, he didn’t regret cursing them out for as long as he did. Was he going to regret the thirty seconds of punishment tickles? Probably. Leon’s eyes widened in horror as they met with Elliot’s bright ones. 

‘Hello, rookie.’ 

‘No, no, noho-!’ 

David helped Elliot practically drag Leon out of his hiding spot. Leon was kicking and thrashing, trying to get away to no avail. David gently but unceremoniously tossed him onto the cot. The mattress squeaked annoyingly as his weight hit it. ‘Guys, wehe cahahn talk! Right? R-Rihight?’ Leon babbled out, whining as the bigger officer pulled his arms above his head and pinned them down. Elliot straddled his hips, humming some tune to himself. Making it seem much more nonchalant than it truly was.

‘Do you regret cursing us out?’ 

‘Fuhuck no!’ 

‘Alright. 30 seconds.’ He ignored the way the newbie was desperately squirming. Elliot cooed softly at the way Leon’s face turned back to that baby pink color. ‘Aren’t you a cute little guy? David, where do they keep recruiting all the sweet ones?” He tickled lightly up Leon’s neck which evoked an adorable chortle from the officer and a chin trying to pin to his chest. David chuckled softly.

‘Hips were the worst one. Right? Or do you want to choose where your 30 seconds of tickling will be?’ Elliot asked, hands coming to rest gently on Leon’s sides. Leon let out a stifled noise, clearly trying to stay quiet. ‘No sense in being so quiet, I’m sure the whole station knows what your laugh and giggle sounds like. Now. Am I choosing or are you?’ 

‘I–I don’t knohohow!” He let out a nervous snicker as Elliot rubbed his sides just a little, probably to mess with him. He sucked in a breath as the fingers twitched. ‘Cahan–can we half and hahalf this? Waist and–and hips?’ Elliot grinned, looming over him now. Was Leon going to regret saying this? He wasn’t sure, but he was about to find out. God, Leon didn’t even know why he agreed to this. Why did he ever think letting his coworkers know his tickle spots was a good idea? He had said stop, sure, but that was more to the teasing than the action itself.

He felt the blush on his face grow more prominent at that thought. Was that really how he felt about this whole thing? That he loved the tickling itself and lovingly hated the way their teases could melt him and make him so frantic so quickly? The fact that he truly wanted this to happen, that maybe all the swearing really was just to see how far he could provoke his fellow officers? 

‘Awwh, is the rook flustering himself? Is he? Is the wittle rookie newbie all flustered?’ Elliot gushed, all overly baby talky and lovey. 

‘Shuhut uhuhup!’ Leon hissed, nearly jolting out of his skin when he felt Elliot’s fingers move into position at the top of his waist. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck–

‘Ready?’

Yes.

‘Nohohoho!’ 

‘All set to go,’ David said cheerfully, having a timer on his watch set and ready.

Leon felt the fingers start wiggling. He was able to bite back a giggle for about the first two seconds. The hands moved slowly and steadily down his waist. Then Elliot’s hands hit a spot he didn’t even think was ticklish. The spot right above his hip–that soft, almost pudgy little area right before the top of his pelvis began. A high pitched scream came from the newbie as he arched his back and Elliot’s fingers stayed light and scrunchy over that cursed spot. 

‘Five seconds left on the waist,’ David commented. 

Leon felt the fingers move slowly up his waist, just barely grazing below his lower ribs. The hands then darted down to position at his hips. He whined through a pitiful little giggle as he felt fingers slide down the top of his pelvis to the middle of his hips–thumbs specifically digging right into the little divot of his hips. Leon jerked hard, and Elliot’s grin grew scarily wide. ‘Good spot, rook? And I haven’t even begun to do anything,’ his attacker mused. David chuckled softly, asking Leon, ‘Can you handle fifteen seconds here? I feel like you can.’ 

‘I dohon’t know!’ A squeak slipping out through the babble.

Elliot adjusted his thumbs to be better aimed at the tickle spot. Leon squeezed his eyes shut. To his anticipation-hating self–well, more of a love-hate relationship. But nothing happened. He shakily opened one of his eyes. And saw Elliot’s shit eating grin aimed right back at him. ‘What’s the matter, Leon? It’s Leon, right?’ Leon nodded, biting back giggles before squeezing his eyes back shut. ‘You know, I won’t start until you look at me. Makes me feel like you’re actually okay with it, y’know?’ 

Leon huffed impatiently. He shifted himself up as much as he could to glare as angrily as he could at Elliot. ‘Happy?’ 

‘Very,’ Elliiot said cheerfully, absolutely drilling his thumbs into Leon’s hip dips. Leon shrieked and arched his back, trying to escape the maddening sensation. ‘Hohohohoholy shihihhihiihit!’ Elliot was beginning to laugh along with Leon, shifting his weight so he could dig and spider around his victim’s hips at the same time. Leon bucked, trying to get Elliot off. David grunted softly, then held Leon down more firmly.

A betrayed noise as Leon whipped his head around as well as he could to look at David, then his laughs went silent as Elliot found a good patch of muscle on either side to massage into. His body went completely limp, and one foot weakly kicked a few times. ‘Okay. Time’s up,’ David said quick, releasing Leon’s hands as Elliot quickly rolled off of him. Leon immediately curled into a little ball, residual giggles spilling out through pants.

Elliot stood up, adjusting his pullover jacket. Then helped Leon to stand, catching him with a soft grunt as the officer swayed a little. ‘You alright, Kennedy?” Leon nodded weakly, the softest smile on his face as he leaned on his coworker. He decided that despite the torture, he did like them. David patted his shoulder softly, rubbing without it being too ticklish. David grabbed a few files on his way out, leaving Elliot alone with Leon.

‘You passed initiation,’ Elliot announced, ruffling Leon’s hair as hard as he could. Strands stuck up sideways as Leon shoved at his hands. 

‘Get awahay!’ With a final playful shove, Leon pushed away from him and then tried to smooth his now frazzled hair down into something a bit more presentable. He adjusted his RPD vest from where they had all messed with it a few minutes earlier. Looking around the room, he began to truly take in how beautiful the building really was. Elliot noticed the admiration, and mentioned quietly, ‘Used to be a museum, you know.’ 

‘Really? That explains all the weird painting and the statue in the front,’ Leon admitted, straightening up and looking around. Elliot led him back down to the bullpen where the party had mostly calmed down. Cups were still on desks, the empty pizza boxes stacked neatly on top of a garbage can. Leon had that smile back on his face. He liked it here. Marvin came up to him, clapping him lightly on the shoulder. 

Leon stumbled forward a little, not expecting the touch. ‘You were properly initiated into the workforce, I assume?’ he said playfully, a warm look in his eyes. Leon’s face went bright red, and almost all the officers still in the bullpen laughed. Elliot grinned, nodding in response to the question. ‘Yep. Checked out all the boxes.’ 

‘Hm. Next time, maybe don’t try to kill him as bad? Could hear his laughs from down here!’ an officer across the room commented–Carlsen. He must’ve finished his reports from earlier. Leon grumbled, flipping him off which earned a surprised laugh from Elliot. ‘Kid’ll fit right in.’ Marvin nodded, getting up and putting Leon’s official badge on his desk. 

Leon wasn’t sure how he’d gotten himself into this position. He had come over to Grace’s apartment to visit her and Emily after the events of the care center, Raccoon City, and the ARK center. He figured it would help them all relax and feel a little bit better having some company. Currently, he was sprawled out on the floor with Grace digging into his ribs. ‘Gehehehet awahahay!’ He shrieked and kicked when she moved to scribble up and down his waist. Emily was giggling and clapping from the couch.

‘Uncle Leon is ticklish!’ she giggled with delight. Grace turned her head to smile at the little girl. Emily could finally see after she was cured of the virus–her brown eyes were filled with delight at watching Grace make her ‘uncle’ laugh like this. Leon snorted rather loudly as the FBI agent kneaded between his lower ribs. He arched his back as she kept at it, her fingers having some determination to kill him, it felt like. ‘Grahahahace!’ Leon’s laugh was raspy. Wheezy. And daresay cute, if Grace had to note it. 

For a man who was always so gruff, he sure was ticklish. She hovered her fingers above his waist, then above his ribs. Leon’s eyes were warily tracking her movements. Grace wiggled her fingers slightly, loving the jolt that went through Leon’s body. ‘He is ticklish,’ Grace affirmed, lowering her hands all the way and tracing shapes on his belly. She drew a circle, making Emily laugh as Leon squirmed in place. 

She cooed softly, scrunching her fingers over his stomach. It wasn’t his worst spot, but it was enough to get him to giggle silently. He scrabbled at her wrists, not gripping nearly tight enough to truly shove her hands away. Leon could squirm away if he wanted to and she knew that. Grace had seen him fight before, and this was nothing. She looked over at the seven year old sitting on the couch watching her. ‘Emily, do you want to help?’ she asked. 

The little girl nodded with excitement. She hopped down from her spot on the couch with a precious smile. Leon glared up at Grace but visibly softened his gaze when he turned to glance at Emily, who was now crouching next to him. He felt small fingers creep up his waist. Somehow, small fingers were worse. Emily scritched lightly at the spot right above his hip–her hand had slipped under his loose shirt a little so she was against bare skin.

‘F–Fuhuhuck!’ he choked out. Honestly forgetting a child was present. 

‘Language,’ Grace scolded playfully, drilling her thumbs into either side of his hips. He had to visibly fight bucking for fear of somehow hurting Emily. He let out a wheeze and shook his head. His body arched a little, and he wriggled in place. Emily whined softly. Grace removed her hands, a smug little grin on her face. ‘There. Behave,’ she said, poking Leon in the ribs just to get her point across. 

Emily dragged her small nails across his stomach. Leon sucked his stomach in on instinct. Emily thought it was funny so she followed the movement, giggling as she felt the muscles twitch. Leon was silently giggling. He was refusing to open his mouth or sass for fear of it either coming out as swearing or just sounding like a child. ‘Tickle tickle tickle!’ Emily said in a soft, bubbly tone. Leon felt his face turn a shade of red. Usually teasing didn’t affect him, but the fact that it was from a person he couldn’t kick off–a child, at that–seemed to be the cause. 

Grace started tickling the very outside of his thigh. Made his leg kick out and him roll to the side where Emily wasn’t. ‘You know, Emily, your uncle has a ticklish back. Do you wanna see?’ 

‘Grahahace!’ 

Emily pushed at his ribs slightly, trying to roll him over. Leon groaned in protest, refusing to look at either of them. Emily whined softly, clearly determined to move all 155 pounds of him. Leon felt bad, so he begrudgingly rolled onto his stomach, crossing his arms and resting his head on them. Able to muffle his sounds into the floor if need be. The older woman sat next to him, kneeling next to his shoulders. Grace started kneading his shoulders and upper back. He choked out a laugh, muffling it into his arms. 

Emily squealed with delight, climbing onto the backs of his thighs. Well, now Leon knew he really couldn’t squirm. He felt her small fingers begin to tickle up and down the sides of his waist, right next to where his lower back would start. Leon giggled with a snort, one hand coming out from under his head to grab onto Grace’s thigh and squeeze a little. She was proud of him for at least being nice enough to not squirm too much. Emily hit a particularly bad spot on the backs of his lower ribs, and Leon yelped and chuckled harder, nuzzling his face into his arm further. ‘Emihihily–plehehehease!” 

‘Hey, sweetie, watch this,’ Grace said with a smug little smile. Emily watched with a delighted grin as her mother pushed back Leon’s hair to expose the nape of his neck. Leon let out a confused mumble of a word, then squealed as Grace blew a raspberry into the sensitive skin. The hand that was originally squeezing her leg was now hitting the floor a bit. He felt Emily start to trace shapes on his back. 

‘Can we–can we spell uncle’s name?’ Emily asked her mom, who sat back up to look at her adopted daughter. Grace nodded, leaning down and spelling Leon’s name for her. He felt the little girl trace out an L on his upper back. Then an E, the messy line going down his spine. He arched slightly. ‘Don’t mess me up,’ Emily scolded playfully, and traced an O next. She made sure to make the letter N as fancy as a kid could make it across his lower back. ‘Okay, Emily. Here’s another thing you can do.’

Grace showed her daughter how to make her hands into mini claw shapes. Emily nodded, looking with both fascination and slight frustration at her hands. She successfully made the shape, then Grace showed her where to put them. Leon snickered as he felt small, clumsy hands place themselves on his waist. He was still on his stomach. Grace pinned the arm down that was hitting the floor, pinning his wrist gently with her knee. Leon growled, trying to sound intimidating but it quickly dissipated into frantic bubbling chortles as Grace’s hand dove into his underarm, fingers digging rather insistently, 

He felt the small hands start to clumsily drag and pinch insistently at his waist. He kicked his feet, steel toed boot hitting the floor rather hard. ‘Emi–Grahahahahace! Plehehease–ihihihit–’ 

‘Tickle tickles?’ Emily offered. 

‘Nohohoho!” 

Without even thinking, he swiftly rolled onto his back. Emily was able to scramble out of the way and since he was in a loose pin by Grace, his arm came out freely. He was panting, very red in the face from the sheer embarrassment. Emily lowered her head and blew a messy raspberry on his belly. Despite the loose shirt he had on, he still felt it quite well through the fabric. He let out a squeaky cackle, throwing one arm over his face to cover his eyes. 

Her fingers scribbled messily along his waist, up to his ribs then back down right above his hips. Jesus, what had Grace taught this kid? He arched his back and heard the girl make a bubbly sound of delight. ‘Ehehemihily-!’ he squeaked out, his laugh starting to turn more…clear rather than the gruff and raspy one from earlier. He felt Grace grab one of his legs and start to tickle behind his knee. Light tickles, just enough to be felt but not enough to make him truly laugh. An infuriating, itching sensation that made him want to kick his leg.

The tickles got more insistent, which made him fully kick the leg out, nearly connecting with Grace’s jaw. She luckily was able to dodge it. ‘Shihihhihit–sohohhorry!’ he choked out through laughs. She wasn’t sure if the apology was more directed toward the fact he nearly kicked her or the fact that he just swore. Again. 

‘Mama, what does that mean?’ Emily asked, her eyes so innocent and curious Leon could’ve swore he wanted to sink into the floor

‘Your uncle is just saying bad words, sweetie. Alright, Leon, that’s another thirty seconds. Emily, do you want me to tickle him or you? Or both? I feel like he’ll behave enough to hold still.’