sexy guys and tickle fics

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Vincent sat back on his calves, admiring the view. Alastor, laid on his back with his arms restrained to the headboard, shirtless, and blushing so sweetly and shyly.

God, this man would be the death of him. 'Enamored' didn't even begin to explain how Vincent felt about him. 'Obsessed' barely even touched it.

"So," he purred, "where do you want me to tickle you first?"

The slightest flinch. A quirk of the lips. Eyes cast to the side.

Vincent raised an eyebrow with a grin. "What part of you is feeling the most ticklish right now?"

Slight squirming and a growing smile.

Vincent had noticed something a while back about his dear partner. Shortly after they first started this whole tickling deal between them, Alastor stopped saying the word. 'Tickle', 'ticklish', or 'tickling', he never said any of them. It was always 'make you laugh', 'sensitive', or 'playing around'.

His partner was a whiz with words. His job was in radio after all! He was a wordsmith. Apparently, though, his fondness for words had him extra sensitive to the ones he didn't like, or just the ones that flustered the Hell out of him. All the baby talk was a sure sign of that. Alastor just seemed to have a very obvious nerve that was easily struck by childish and cutesy language, and any variation of the word 'tickle' seemed to strike that nerve just as well.

And, like any good partner, Vincent was determined to hit that nerve over and over and over and over.

"Well," Vincent began, speaking with a theatrical flourish, "I think we should start at my favorite spot of yours..." He slowly shifted back and lowered his head to Alastor's belly, planting a kiss just above the navel. It quivered, but Alastor was notably silent. He was trying not to laugh.

Oh, Vincent was very familiar with this game, on both sides. It was a fun little challenge that was always lost, but it never stopped them from taking it.

"Oh?" he cooed, "Are you not gonna laugh for me sweetheart?"

Alastor's eyes sparkled with challenge. He lightly shook his head.

"Hm, I dunno, this tummy of yours looks awful ticklish. I don't think you'll be able to take it without laughing yourself silly."

His partner grinned. "Make me."

Vincent grinned excitedly. "Ohoho, you should not have said that, Babydoll." He traced a finger in circles around his navel. Alastor gasped and squirmed with puffed up cheeks as he tried not to break. "Cause you're just sooooo ticklish, especially your cute little tummy. I bet I could break you with just one finger, that's how ticklish you are!"

Alastor rapidly shook his head with a giant grin.

"What's that? You're not ticklish? But you sure seem ticklish, especially when I do stuff like... THIS!" He rapidly fluttered a single finger on one little spot on his quivering belly. Alastor's eyes bugged out and he rapidly drummed his feet on the bed. His grin was beaming now, all teeth ear-to-ear. "See? That sure looks super ticklish to me!"

Between minute squeaks and muffled grunts, Alastor spat out "S-stop... with the---mmf---baby talk!"

"Baby talk? That wasn't baby talk. That was just your favorite word, 'ticklish' and 'tickle'. Do you want to hear baby talk?"

Alastor's wide-eyed look and frantic head shaking almost made Vincent crack up, but no, he had a performance to give.

Starting with a high-pitched gasp, Vincent spoke in his most theatric and playful voice. "I think he does! I think my ticklish baby doll does wanna hear baby talk! Is that it? Wanna hear me cooing over all your cute little ticklish spots and how they make you giggle and blush oh so adorably?"

Vincent watched smugly as Alastor's blush traveled down his neck and up to his ears. He squeezed his eyes shut with a big toothy grin that beamed like nothing else.

"Wait a minute! If you want baby talk, you must want something else... like a visit from a dear friend of yours." Vincent sang the last part and relished in Alastor's panicked look. "That's right! theeeeee... tickle monsters here!" Vincent finished his little announcement with a loud silly roar like a kid playing dinosaurs. The finger tracing his partner's belly suddenly began rapidly fluttering just below his navel.

And there it was! The inevitable loss of the challenge: Alastor snorted and exploded into hysterical giggling with those delightful little snorts Vincent never got tired of hearing.

He knew he could break him with just one finger.

"I knew it! You did want me, the tickle monster, to appear. That's why you started giggling as soon as I came out!"

"Nohohoho!" Alastor sputtered through his laughter. "Ihihihit's cahahahause y-yohohou t-" Alastor cut himself off with a snort and failed to continue.

Vincent felt a glimmer of mischief. "Cause I what, sweetheart? What am I doing that's making you laugh, huh? What's this little word you've been avoiding?"

"J-juhuhuhust -SNRK- shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup!"

"No can do! See, the tickle monster looooves to talk."

"Yohohohou ahahahand Vihihihincent bohohohoth!"

Vincent broke his character with a genuine laugh. "Hey!" He shouted, sounding playfully offended as he poked his bellybutton. "Now, as the tickle monster was saying... the tickle monster loves to talk, loves to roooooar," Vincent played up the silly sound effect, knowing the kiddiness of the roar furthers the fluster, "and loves to kiss! But maybe not your face... at least not for now... Oh no no. Your ticklish little tummy looking a little lonely! I think it could use those kisses!" He quickly began pressing loud obnoxious kisses all over Alastor's quaking tummy with an exaggerated 'Mwah!' with each one. Then, after a good bit of kisses and a lot of giggling, Vincent took a big inhale and blew a massive raspberry over his navel!

Alastor's reaction was exactly what Vincent knew it'd be, loud, wriggly, and snorty.

"AAIEE! SNRK! VIHIHINCEHEHAHAAA!"

"Whoops, sorry, piglet," Vincent cooed, not sorry in the slightest as he went back to fluttering his finger on his tummy, "the tickle monster sometimes gets confused between kisses and raspberries!"

"E-enough ohohohof thihihihis- Thihihihahahaha! ahaha- ch-chahahaharahade!

"Charade? The tickle monster doesn't know how to play charades. But I do know ANOTHER game you might like, it even fits your name!" Vincent quickly began shifting his position, crawling along the bed towards Alastor's feet.

"My name?" Alastor asked, partially out of breath, "Alastor?"

"No, silly, your other name!" Vincent plopped himself right in front of Alastor's feet and slowly peeled off one of his socks. Once it was off, he lightly pinched his pinkey toe.

Alastor's widening eyes and quivering smile made Vincent chuckle excitedly. "You figured it out? My little piglet?"

Alastor partially hid his face in his arm, closing his eyes with a grumble. "I haven't played this since I was a toddler."

"Well then, it's time to fix that!" Wiht that, Vincent playfully wiggled the toe in his hold whilst his other fingers skittered at the skin beneath. "This little piggy went to market," he sang in an overly cutesy voice.

Immediately, Alastor's snorty giddy laughter rang anew. Vincent quickly had to grab Alastor's ankle and hold it down as his body started kicking and jerking around from the thorough tickling it was receiving.

"This little piggy stayed home," Vincent continued the song, moving onto each toe with more ticklish scratching and wiggling. "This little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none." Vincent pinched Alastor's big toe and paused. They both knew what came next, and Alastor was tense, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But no, Vincent was patient, he could wait.

Just as his tension dropped and Alastor opened his mouth to speak, Vincent speedily finished the song. "This little piggy went WEE-WEE-WEE all the way home!" coupled with all fingers rapidly scribbling all over his bare sole.

Ah, music to Vincent's ears: Alastor snorting and cackling at the top of his lungs.

"SNRK! VIHI-AHAHA! SNRK! IHI- SNRK! PFFTAHAHA!"

"Aw, thanks for doing the sound effects, babydoll. You sound just like a little piggy! You must practice." He spoke just loud enough for Alastor to hear over the sound of his own laughter, taking his sweet time getting his fingernails very acquainted with the bottom of his foot.

He abruptly released Alastor's foot completely, snickering to himself as he watched him go slack on the bed and pant for air with his eyes blissfully shut.

Since Vincent was merciful, he gave Alastor a few extra seconds to recover before bursting his bubble. "Time for the tickle monster to play with your other 5 piggies!"

The speed at which Alastor's eyes shot open would make him laugh for the next week.

Vincent couldn't help but giggle. "You didn't think the tickle monster was done did you?" He yanked off the other sock and pinched the uncovered pinky toe. Al was already giggling lazily. "This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home." Vincent repeated his earlier technique, playfully wiggling and tickling with each new toe to elicit more snort laughter. "This little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none," he paused again, watching as Alastor continued to squirm and giggle with a big dopey grin. "And this little piggy went WEE-WEE-WEE all the way home!"

Time to get reacquainted with Alastor's other foot, plenty of scratching and fluttering and scribbling to hit every little tickle spot ten times over.

How long have they been playing these games, Vincent thought to himself. Years at this point. Over all this time he'd learned to read Alastor like a book. It wasn't always easy, the man put the term poker face to shame, but he had his tells.

If you got him laughing hard enough and long enough, Alastor's brain tended to go all fuzzy as if he'd had a few drinks. He went into a 'high' of sorts, one that always left him dazed and giddy. Vincent could see the tells he was starting to reach that, the biggest sign being the relaxation in his expression despite being tickled half to death.

After a good solid few minutes of foot tickling, Vincent released his partner and crawled up towards him so they were nose-to-nose.

Yep. Alastor's eyes were half-lidded, his smile relaxed. He was getting there, but not all the way there yet.

Vincent grinned massively and chuckled at the adorable sight. "Hi, there."

His partner giggled and said nothing. That was okay. Vincent knew what was going through his head: A whole lot of nothing. All the laughter at this point would be buzzing through his brain. If he could just tickle him some more, push him a bit closer to his limits, he'd go into his happy place soon enough.

He pressed a firm exaggerated kiss to his cheek before blowing a small raspberry there. Alastor giggled and wiggled lightly. Vincent honestly didn't know if his cheek was ticklish or if the gesture was silly enough to make him giggle on its own.

...but he did know one nearby place that was definitely super ticklish.

He moved his head down beneath Alastor's chin to nose at his neck, eliciting another loud snort right into Vincent's ear. God, he was the cutest damn thing.

Time for some more theatrics.

"Uh-oh," Vincent cooed dramatically with a bit of a melodic tone. "I think the tickle monster found another tickle spot!"

What he received in return was the most pathetic 'stop it' he'd ever heard. It wasn't even half-hearted, more like quarter-hearted.

"Hmmmm" he hummed into skin, enjoying the high-pitched giggling it elicited. "I could stop it. orrrrr.... the tickle monster could have a little snack!" Cue the most obnoxiously goofy and childish munching sounds he could muster. "Om nom nom nom nom!" He said as he nibbled on his neck. Oh the shrieks and cackles and snorts he heard! Ah, why not, Vincent added a few raspberries in there for good measure, making his partner quake with the force of his own laughter.

But Vincent wasn't done yet! He crept his fingers down his ribs to his belly.

"No- no no no no!"

He didn't mean no, he never did. Vincent was pretty sure he barely even knew what was coming out of his mouth at this point. If he did, he was about to fix that.

"Cootchie coothcie coooooo!" He cooed sweetly, fluttering all 10 fingers over his tummy. He hummed the rest of his teasing words into Alastor's neck between nibbles and kisses. "Tickle tickle tickle tickle! kitchy kitchy kitchy coo! Who's my ticklish little piglet?" Another raspberry to push him over the edge, and sure enough, Alastor's laughter went silent, he simply shook with a giant grin and tears in the corners of his eyes.

After Vincent pulled back and got a good hard look at Alastor in this state to commit to memory, he stopped the movement of his fingers and moved his head to his quivering tummy, nuzzling and kissing and nibbling it all over. He could feel Alastor giggling without holding back and see his body was slack apart from the occasional jerking and twitching from the tickling. After one final kiss above his belly button, Vincent flopped to the side with an 'oof' to lay on his side looking at his partner.

"How you doing, tickle bug?"

To put it bluntly, Alastor looked dazed as fuck... in a good way. He was still giggling a bit, a few occasional fits here and there. "M'well."

Vincent snorted. "You look more than well. You have fun?"

A light nod and more giggles. "A lot."

Vincent grinned. He was starting to suspect this dazed state also made him more honest, like he didn't have enough brainpower left for a filter. "Who's your favorite man in the world besides yourself."

"You, silly." without an ounce of hesitation as he rolled his shoulders back, seeming like he didn't even process what he had said.

Vincent already knew his honest answer, but Alastor admitting it without some kind of back handed compliment or quip was delightfully new.

"Alright, babydoll, I think you're somehow drunk off laughter," he snickered. "Let's get you out of these binds, huh?" Vincent reached up and expertly unclasped the belt and released his partner's hands which immediately dropped to the mattress behind him, not rushing down to protect his tickle spots at all.

Yep, definitely in his happy place.

Vincent moved his hands beneath Alastor and rolled him on top of his chest so they were nose to nose. His partner went completely slack on his belly, staring at Vincent's face all dazed and sappy.

"There. Now I got the best seat in the house."

Alastor closed his eyes and leaned forward, joining them for a sweet chaste kiss before abruptly laying his head down on Vincent's chest.

"Love you." It was muffled, but heard perfectly.

Vincent felt like his heart was going to explode. Or melt. Or melt and then explode.