#bleach tickling

The sun filtered gently through the windows of the house in Karakura where Rangiku and Gin spent most of their time since leaving the Soul Society behind, or at least giving themselves a well-deserved rest from it. The afternoon was quiet, lazy, and everything conspired to make that day have no other purpose than relaxation.

Rangiku was sprawled on the futon, her hair loose and a half-empty sake cup in her hand. Gin, as always, maintained his half-smile on his face, lying on his back with one leg crossed over the other, but still, he didn't seem relaxed.

"You should stop being so tense, Gin, even when you're not doing anything" She commented, glancing sideways, observing how his muscles still seemed ready for action.

"Hmm... I'm just like that, Rangiku" He murmured, his eyes half-closed but clearly alert. "Always on guard"

"Maybe it's because you never let anyone take proper care of you" She said, scooting over to him.

Gin chuckled softly, that muffled sound that always made her stomach churn a little, even though she wouldn't admit it. Before he could say anything, she was already sitting at his feet, gently tugging at one of his ankles.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice with that falsely innocent tone but with a hint of curiosity.

"Massage. Be quiet for a moment, okay?" And without giving him time to protest, she began to firmly squeeze his toes, then slid her thumbs along the soles.

For a moment, everything went well, Gin seemed about to doze off. But then, she noticed an involuntary spasm. "Hm?" She looked at him with arched eyebrows. "You...?"

"Tsk" He turned his face away, feigning disinterest. "It's nothing"

She did it again, lighter now, almost like a stroke, just to test it. His foot visibly twitched, his lips pressed together, but the corners of his mouth were already trembling.

"Ah, Gin..." Rangiku spoke, in a tone of someone discovering a precious secret, a mischievous smile spreading across her lips. "Are you ticklish?"

"No" He retorted, too quickly.

She didn't answer. She simply grasped his ankle with one hand and, with the other, began to lightly slide the tips of her nails along the sole of his foot.

Gin flinched, trying to break free, his smile finally opening into something more genuine, almost a laugh. "R-Rangiku..."

"It's too late now" She said, relentlessly tracing his sole, alternating light touches with subtle pressure. "You've been hiding this from me all this time?"

Gin finally let out a laugh, pulling his leg away in a sudden movement, but she held on tight. His shoulders trembled and his body contorted, in a clear effort not to give in, already defeated. "Hahahahahaha! You're cruel, Rangiku..."

"You have no idea.." She leaned forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And now that I know, this is just the beginning"

"Hahahahahaha! W-Wait!" Gin tried to compose himself, but his expression was softened, free from his usual mask. Behind the restrained giggles, there was something rare there: comfort, surrender.

Rangiku slowed down, letting only her fingers lightly brush against the middle of his sole. "Hey," She said more softly. "I bet no one has ever seen you really laugh, right?"

"Only you, now" He replied, with a look that was both affectionate and teasing.

She smiled back, her hand still resting on his ankle, as if she wanted to cherish that moment, where he was vulnerable and where she knew him like no one else. "It's good to know you have weaknesses too"

"Only when you're around"

That response still echoed as Rangiku leaned a little closer to Gin's body, resting her chin on his chest, her eyes half-closed with that mixture of affection and pure mischief. "You should be more careful when you say things like that to me" She murmured, her voice slightly drawn out. "It just gives me ideas"

Gin kept smiling, but opened his eyes just enough to meet hers. A flicker of something between alertness and surrender passed through his gaze. "Ideas, huh?" He said. "This never ends well for me"

"Depends on your perspective" And with that, she settled herself on top of him, slowly sliding her fingers along his chest, moving to his ribcage with light touches. Gin's body stiffened subtly, and she noticed. "Ah, so it's not just the feet, huh?"

"Rangiku..." He warned, but there was no real firmness in his voice, it was more of a plea. And that, to her, was more of an invitation than a limit.

She settled more comfortably on top of him, now practically straddling his waist, and began tracing paths with her nails, first around his ribs, then below them, Gin holding his breath, clearly trying to maintain control. She then slid her fingers to the lower part of his armpits, very lightly.

It was there that he arched, letting out a stifled laugh through clenched teeth. "Hahahahahaha! N-No!"

"Ah, I liked that reaction"

"I told you you were cruel" He whispered, now with an amused glint in his eye, even while struggling not to squirm too much beneath her.

"And you're deliciously sensitive" She replied, leaning over him and whispering in his ear. "Is it here too?" She began to gently trace the curve of his neck, alternating with small bites and tickles with the tip of her nose.

Gin shuddered, a muffled sound escaping, half laugh, half sigh. "Hey-hahahahaha! Y-You're not going to stop, are you?"

"Now that I've found out you laugh? No way!" She laughed along, her body swaying with the lightness of someone completely at ease. "I deserve this, for all the times you teased me with that 'I know more than I say' face" She then slid her fingers down the sides of his stomach, until she reached his waistline, where he reacted more intensely, arching his back.

"R-Rangiku...! Hahahahahaha! Please!" Gin exclaimed, his voice trembling between laughter and trying to control the spasms.

"There it is," She said victoriously. "Your weakest spot"

"Y-You're going to kill me hahahahahaha!"

"No, no, just keep you laughing for a few more minutes"

Gin tried to hold her wrists, but Rangiku simply leaned in and lightly kissed his chin, her fingers still tracing his waist with calculated precision.

"That's not fair!" He said, now laughing freely, his eyes wide and bright, more disarmed than ever.

"Of course it is, you're mine" She retorted softly, resting her head on his chest, finally ceasing the tickling and only listening to the accelerated rhythm of his heart. "I love seeing you like this, defenseless, truly laughing"

Gin wrapped his arm around her shoulders, stroking her hair as a comforting silence spread through the room. "Promise you won't tell anyone that the dreaded Gin Ichimaru is ticklish?"

"Only if you promise to let me play with it whenever you want"

He smiled against the strands of her hair. "Ohh besides being cruel, she's a blackmailer..."

"And what exactly is the point of this?" Yumichika asked skeptically, watching as Ikkaku removed his zanpakutō, gently setting the blade down and stretching.

"Training, obviously."

"It's not as if you ever go all out fighting with me anyway. And it's not like some hand-to-hand practice ever hurt," he said, cracking his neck. "You ready?"

He rolled his eyes. Yes, that much was obvious. "Why bother training without our zanpakutōs? If you lose it in a fight, you're as good as dead."

Sighing, Yumichika got into his stance. "I suppose. Just try not to damage my beautiful face."

Ikkaku chuckled, "No promises."

Then he rushed at Yumichika, and the battle began.

They were fairly evenly matched, expertly delivering and evading blows. While Yumichika was slightly more agile, Ikkaku made up for it with his marginally superior strength. But combined with Ikkaku's greater experience and Yumichika's half-hearted attitude, it didn't take long for one to get an upper hand.

Before Yumichika even knew what hit him, his legs were swept out from under him, and landed on his butt with a loud thunk. 

"Pfft—is that all you got? If that's it, there really is no point training with you."

A vein bulged in Yumichika's forehead, but he took a deep breath, composing himself. Stress wasn't good for his complexion, and he was not going to let Ikkaku be the reason his beautiful skin was wrinkled.

"Then again, I don't know what I expected. You are only fifth in the company. There's just too large of a gap between us for you to be a challenge."

The vein was practically bursting now. He jumped to his feet, well aware that he was playing into Ikkaku's hands and letting his childish taunts get to him, but he had too much pride to stand there and take it.

"If that's how you're going to be, then I'll show you exactly what I'm capable of," Yumichika glowered, getting back into his stance. "I just hope you don't regret it, you ugly oaf."

He grinned, confident and satisfied, "As long as you don't regret it when I bust your pretty face in."

With that, Yumichika rushed at him, dodging a punch from Ikkaku. He attempted a kick at his sides, one Ikkkau easily blocked but it didn't matter, because Yumichika diverted, landing a punch square at his jaw.

"What were you saying?" He smirked.

However easy it was to rile up Yumichika, it was even easier with Ikkaku.

"Maybe you should shut up and focus instead," he growled, charging at Yumichika. 

Both of them were too stubborn to give up; the fight wore on until they were both tired and breathless. Their movements were slowed, weighed down by a fatigue that made it almost too easy for Ikkaku to grab his leg when Yumichika kicked at him again, gripping it tightly and yanking hard enough that Yumichika landed on his back with a strange sound.

A… laugh?

"Oi. What's so funny? You like losing that much?"

Even stranger was the flush on Yumichika's face, darker than it should be from overexertion. 

It took a few moments for him to formulate a response. "Or I find your ugly face that amusing."

Ikkaku stared at him skeptically, offering a hand to help him up. "Something wrong?"

"No."

He almost chuckled. Normally, Yumichika was a better liar than this. "You sure?"

A sigh. Then, "If I tell you, then you can't… tease me about it."

There really was something odd about this whole thing. Yumichika never made requests like that. The men in the Eleventh Company always fucked around with each other; "teasing," if you could call it that, was more than commonplace. And emotions were never much of a factor, not among their meat-headed, battle-frenzied men.

Something more serious than usual, then.

"Fine," he shrugged, trying for nonchalance.

"Sensitive?"

"I'm…" the blush deepened, "a bit… sensitive there."

Yumichika wouldn't look at him, focusing on the floor instead. "You know."

"I don't."

He couldn't even imagine what would elicit this kind of reaction from his friend. Bashfulness didn't suit him.

"I'm ticklish."

Ikkaku stared at him for a long moment, trying to tell if he was serious or not. Did something as simple as that warrant all this?

"Okay."

He waited. There was no response. Just when he was about to ask if they wanted to return to their match, he noticed the anxious air around Yumichika. 

He kept staring at the floor, somehow looking almost expectant as he fidgeted with his sleeve.

Yumichika never fidgeted, or held his tongue.

An idea grew in Ikkaku's mind, but the question died in his throat. He had said that he wouldn't tease him, and Ikkaku wasn't one to break his word for no reason. Instead, with a devious plan in mind, he asked, "Ready for the next round?"

An affirmative. And, if Ikkaku wasn't mistaken, for a moment Yumichika appeared disappointed. He'd have to fix that.

Both settling into their stances, their fight began again. Only this time was different. Ikkaku had another goal in mind.

"Hehey!" He protested with a surprised giggle when Ikkaku reached out, poking his stomach instead of landing a hit.

"What?" He grinned, taking in Yumichika's own wobbly smile. "There's nothing wrong with exploiting your enemy's weakness."

"So you need to resort to dirty tricks to win."

His words were lightly scathing, but altogether forgotten when Ikkaku caught his fist, quickly jabbing at his underarm in a way that made Yumichika gasp and stumble.

"How have I never noticed this before?" He asked himself, marveling at his outlandish reactions. 

"Shuhut uhuhup!" Yumichika yanked his arm away, taking a few steps back until he was securely out of Ikkaku's reach. "What happened to training?"

"This is just another kind. Say… endurance training."

"Ikkaku," he said sharply—a warning. Then took another step back.

"Yumichika," he parroted with a teasing grin, taking his own step forward. 

Yumichika bolted. Ikkaku was hot on his heels.

He barely made it a foot before he was tackled to the ground, Ikkaku's fingers digging into his sides as he fell, grumbling out a curse in between his laughter.

Yumichika was his friend; Ikkaku had gotten to know him fairly well over the years, and he was fairly confident that despite Yumichika's protests, he didn't really mind the tickling. If anything, Ikkaku thought he liked it.

If he didn't, it would've been all too easy not to mention, and even easier for him to actually get away. Even now, he didn't bother putting up a fight.

Instead, he was practically curled up in a ball on the floor, squirming beneath Ikkaku. His hands were wrapped tightly around himself, as if he was trying to shield himself from the ticklish attack. His face was tucked into his neck, hair tousled, cheeks flushed, eyes crinkled, and lips stretched into a wide smile. 

It wasn't a bad look.

"Can't you feel yourself becoming stronger?" 

"Thihihis ihihisn't traihihing!"

"Sure it is," Ikkaku laughed, reaching down to squeeze at his knees.

He spasmed, unconsciously jerking his leg in a kick that hit Ikkaku in the stomach.

"Thahat's… mohore lihike it," he huffed, smirking.

"Now," Ikkaku growled, grabbing onto his leg like he had earlier, "it really isn't about training. I just want revenge."

"Ihihit wahahasn't my fahahulut!" He protested, shrieking when Ikkaku started pinching his thighs.

"What? You're saying it was my fault?" 

"Yehehehes?" It came out more unsure than he intended, but it was hard to think, let alone talk, when Ikkaku was jumping between his tickle spots, targeting anywhere he could reach with such a speed that Yumichika could hardly even try to escape from his torment.

"You're really asking for it now."

Begging was beneath Yumichika, but even if it wasn't, he didn't have the chance to plead for mercy before Ikkaku was digging into his stomach, making him squeal and laugh harder than he ever had in his life.

It didn't take much longer before Yumichika was a breathless, teary-eyed mess, and Ikkaku finally let him go. After his release, all he could do was fully curl up into a ball, wheezing and giggling and thinking about how awfully unbeautiful he must've looked in that moment.

Once he had mostly regained his breath, he glared at Ikkaku, who looked all too satisfied, hissing, "Not a wohord… to anyone."

"Fine with me," he shrugged, rising to his feet and once again offering a hand to help him up. "It can just be our secret."

Reluctantly, Yumichika accepted his assistance, wobbling slightly when he stood but managing to right himself. Quickly, he tried to fix his hair, realizing how awful he must look after all of… that. 

And, after an internal debate, he decided it wasn't worth asking Ikkaku if he could try using his shiny, bald head as a mirror, instead focusing on brushing the dust off of his uniform. 

"Training wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No, it wasn't. But what happened afterwards was shameful."

"You can't tell someone something like that without expecting them to try it out."

Yumichika decided not to dignify that with a response. "Now can you tell what the actual point of that idiotic training session was for?"

"You know I love a good fight. Captain's never interested, and I wouldn't even bother trying with Yachiru."

"You act like there are no other capable fighters in our company."

"They're nowhere near our level," he said, walking back over to their swords to pick up his discarded zanpakutō. "Besides, you never use your real power against me."

"There isn't much of a point using it while sparring."

But that was a dangerous thought. One Yumichika quickly pushed aside, focusing on sheathing his sword instead.

Yumichika joined him, and Ikkaku handed him his sword. Their hands were so close, only a few inches apart, and Yumichika imagined reaching closer, touching their pinkies together, and slowly, painfully slowly, inching closer and closer until Ikkaku wrapped his hand—the hand that had just been touching Yumichika so intimately; the one he never wanted to leave his skin—around his, interlocking their fingers, feeling the body heat emanating from his skin and the callouses from years of fighting.

"Still, this seemed like it'd be an equal way to fight." Ikkaku continued, almost annoyingly oblivious. 

"We can do this again sometime. As long as you focus on training instead of… that."

"Don't act like you didn't like it. And, I was nice, wasn't I? I barely even teased you about how ticklish you are," he smirked. "Yet."

Ichigo is neither a lee nor a ler. He despises being tickled - his father being the main culprit, even when Ichigo was a teenager, and you know Rukia and Kon haven't always kept her hands to themselves - and has no desire to tickle others, except his sisters when they were little (and possibly Hitsugaya on one occasion), and the fact that he would hate for the tables to be turned on him means any ler impulse in him would be DOA. It would be fun to imagine Orihime taking liberties after the end of the manga tho. Oh wow, if she used her tiny fairies... that's hot. No way she doesn't use her powers in the bedroom.

Also, someone told me that Ichigo gives off massive foot master vibes, and I cannot unsee it. Out of all the anime characters I can think of, he's definitely the most likely to have an OnlyFans lol Anything to help the family practice, right? He's not even gay, he'd just enjoy the power trip. I say "gay" because he doesn't seem like he'd be into dominating women. He 100% is into worship though, mostly receiving.

That tracks, right? For him to get so worked up about being tickled, he has to be on the sensitive side.

No Reaction (4): His butt isn't ticklish. Moving on.

Giggling (6-7): A whole buncha spots are "just ticklish enough" to be annoying. Ichigo's feet aren't his most ticklish spot, but they are his least favorite. They're tools to assert his authority, they shouldn't be used to make him - gasp - laugh! And worse, prolonged lickles or tickling on his toes with objects like paintbrushes, toothbrushes, flossers, and the like will turn him on. How embarrassing! Also, his tip is kind of ticklish. Not a lot, but enough to fluster him when it comes up.

Laughing (7.5-8.5): His hips are the worst out of these spots, but he hates that even his sides will make him jump. His pits are very sensitive and a spot that gets/got targeted more often than he'd like. As for his toes... he'd legit prefer his ribs being targeted, which could make for a very fun game (not for him) where he gets tickled on his ribs until he can't take anymore and has to consent to his feet being targeted, but when he gets too flustered, he asks to switch again, and so on and so forth. This gives me an idea for a story about Rukia and Kon deciding that he's too bossy... I digress.