#lee!ango

"No." Ango sighed as he stood in the doorway of his apartment, staring irritated at the man who was standing outside, a bunch of beautiful pink and purple hydrangea held in his hands.

"Nawww, but Angooo! I never got to thank you properly!" Dazai. Why did it have to be Dazai?

"Look, look! I got you some chocolate, too! You wuv a widdle chocky-wocky, right?" He grinned, showing Ango the box of fancy chocolates he had bought for him.

This was because of what happened ages ago, with the car accident. Dazai really never did thank him or apologise. There wasn't time with everything going on. But he really wasn't in the mood for Dazais goofy ass right now.

"Look, Dazai, I appreciate the gesture, but now isn't-Ah!" He was cut off by Dazai shoving the bouquet of puffy flowers into his face as he pushed past into the apartment.

"Oh, don't worry! I've got plenty of time for you, buddy, haha! Wooow, nice place you have here! I can't believe you never invited me 'round before!" The detective grinned, kicking his shoes off by the door, spinning on his heels as he took in the decor.

Ango looked at the flowers. They were beautiful indeed. Dazai kept chatting in the background as he looked at the box of chocolates.

"This is half empty-"

"Ah! Well, I had to make sure they weren't poisoned!" Dazai advanced, leaning in close with a grin. "Seriously though," He spoke kindly, taking the flowers and setting them safely on the coffee table along with the chocolates.

Ango blinked as Dazai took his hands, looking deeply into his eyes.

"Thank you, Ango. For everything. I don't think I'll ever be able to repay your kind deeds."

Very out of character, Ango had never seen Dazai being this sincere towards him. He was almost lost for words for a moment.

"Dazai, I-"

"You're supposed to be smiling, silly!" Dazais hands suddenly grabbed Angos waist, digging his thumbs into his sides playfully.

The sound that followed was a loud yelp from Ango as he instinctively grabbed Dazais wrists.

"KYAHA! Dahazai! No! Nonono, we are noAHAT DOhoing thIHIS AGAHAIN!"

"Oho yes we aaare~" Dazai sang, his hands following Ango as he tried backing away, tumbling onto the couch cushions.

"Nawww, look at you, getting all comfy so we can play~"

"No! Nononono! Wait!" Ango fought off Dazais' hands as the detective straddled his waist, keeping him pinned to the sofa.

Dazai's fingers found their way into Angos shirt, tickling and poking at his skinny little tummy, making his skin tremble.

"Nahaha! Dazai! Sto-Stohop! Noho!"

"Haha, awww, such a cute smile~ Coochie, coochie cooo~" Dazai teased, grinning as he watched Ango slowly lose his composure against his tickling attacks.

His eyes crinkled as he squeezed them shut, his glasses sitting lop-sided on the bridge of his nose. This wasn't the first time Dazai had sprung a tickle attack on him. It was probably the thousandth by now, and he still never saw it coming.

And Dazai always loved Angos' reactions.

"Oooho, look at you squirm! How about here? Or here?" His nimble fingers danced over Angos torso, poking and skittering over random spots, making Ango squeak and flinch at every touch.

"N-NoHO! Dazai thIIHI- Thihis is AHA! I-I can't-! PLEEEHEE! Aha!" Unable to string a full sentence, Ango was stuck being Dazais little-

"Giggle buuug~"

"Don't call me that!" Ango flushed before erupting with laughter again as Dazais hands found his boney little hips, making him buck like a mad cow.

"NYAHAHA! Oho no! Noho! Get ohoff!" He flailed, his kicking legs tossing the sofa cushions onto the floor.

"Tee-Hee~ This always was your favourite spot, wasn't it, Giggle bug?" His experienced thumbs shook into the pit of Angos hips, circling and massaging that spot relentlessly. "Haha! Look at you! All wriggly and giggly! Nawww, da' widdle tiggle bug is sooo tiggly and wriggly isn't he? He so squirmy wormy!"

Ango threw his head back, his glasses toppling onto the sofa beside him. His cheeks were warm and glowing, small happy tears pooling in the corners of his eyes as he laughed freely.

"Dahazai! E-Enough! PleheHEEEE-! Wait, wait, wait, wait!" He panicked as Dazai rolled up his shirt, pinning Angos hands by his side.

"You know I gotta do it, Ango~"

"Don't you dare!"

"I have to! C'mon, just one~"

"Noho! Wait! AAAHAHAA!"

Dazai blew a huge raspberry on Angos' pale skin, making him scream before, descending into hiccupy giggling.

"Oho shit! O-Okahay hic please, p-please. Shihit..." He panted, laying still as he caught his breath with Dazai grinning down at him smugly.

He chuckled, placing Ango's glasses back on his nose, ruffling his hair.

"I'll say it again, thank you... Giggle bug!"

"God you're the worst..."

"You flatter me~"

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"Mmm.." Ango hummed quietly. His eyes drifted to the clock next to him lazily. 4:57am is what it read. His fingers slipped under his round glasses to try to rub the sleepiness from his eyes. 

This would be his second all nighter in a row. The things being a mafioso does to you, he thought, his eyes beginning to drift closed unknowingly. He only became aware of this as he felt a hand lovingly push his hair back from his forehead, followed by a kiss, which he recognized by the distinct feeling of stubble that accompanied it. 

"Odasaku, what are you doing here so late?"

"Late?" The redhead in front of Ango raised an eyebrow, his lips in their usual neutral place. "I just got here. Have you been here all night?"

"Mmm.." Ango gazed down at the papers in front of him. Oda could tell by his tired eyes that the man had been overworking again. He felt pity for him. 

"You really shouldn't do that to yourself." Oda moved a little closer, slipping his hands around Ango's waist. His lips pressed gently against Ango's neck. It made the brunettes breath hitch. "Exhausting yourself like this is really bad for you." 

Ango squirmed softly under the tender touch of the other man, his lips starting to turn up a little. Don't let his numb expression fool you, Sakunosuke Oda knew exactly what he was doing. 

"It's not like I have much of a cho-oice—" Ango's breath staggered a little as he felt Oda's lips press ever so tenderly against his ear. His stubble tickled. 

"You know you'll just end up redoing it after you've rested." Oda was right, it always happened. Ango would work and work till he burnt out and slept and when he'd return he'd find the work chicken scratch from his delirious state. "Sorry, does this tickle?" 

Ango flushed a little. Anyone who didn't know the gruff man would've thought he was being genuine. He sure sounded it. However, Ango was not just anyone to Oda. "St-stop it." 

"Sorry." Oda hummed gently. His lips withdrew from Ango's ear. But in replacement, his hands came up a little from where they were rested on his waist. His fingers began massaging into Ango's ribs. The glasses wearing man gave a yelp. "Is this better?"

"N-no that's not- b-behe– a-ah–!" Both Ango's arms clung down to his sides defensively. If he didn't know better, Ango would say Oda gave a soft, fond chuckle at the way he reacted. Just quietly behind his neutral expression.

"Youre so tense." The redhead commented as his fingers pressed into Ango's ribs. Ango wanted to tell him that that was idiotic to say, considering he was pressing into his ribs and ribs don't GET tense. But he decided against it as Oda's prodding fingers found his waist. "You should really get some rest."

"I h-ahave to fihinish my wohork–!" The brunette protested as Oda's fingers explored around his waist. This was far from this first time something like this had taken place. In fact, it happened almost weekly. Ango never won. "StOhop!" 

"It won't hurt to take a couple of hours to rest." Oda tried to reason, but he could see by the way Ango looked that he was dead set on keeping on. So he opted for a… more persuasive method. Both hands slipped down to the shorter man's thighs, squeezing quite rapidly. His lips found the crook of Ango's neck, his stubble tickling the skin as well. Ango couldn't hide the undignified squeal if he tried. 

"D-dAha— a-aH—! F-fiHine!" Ango's hands swiftly moved to shove Oda's off of his thighs. Oda obliged. The redheads hands withdrew, leaving a ruffle to Ango's hair and a final kiss to his cheek. A ghost of a fond smile grazed Oda's lips as he saw the mess of a man in the chair. Ango's face was flushed red and there was a smile across his mouth that wouldn't subside. Oda chuckled softly behind his numb expression. 

"Put away whatever you need to, I'll be in the car." 

"Ango, get off your laptop, it's movie night!" Y/N sighs, a gentle roll of their eye's catching his attention. "You know I saw that, right?" He said, giving you a sly smirk, as you could feel your cheeks flush slightly, pouting ever so slightly, making him chuckle gently.

"Alright alright, I'll stop for now." He said, saving his work and closing the page, turning his laptop off and putting it on charge to the side, before joining you on the lounge. "So, what movie did you pick out?" He asks, gently pulling you close to him so the both of you were cuddling. Y/N got the blanket beside them, neatly tucked, and undid it, wrapping it around the both of them to grow comfy.

Ango made a comfortable sigh as he wraps his arm around Y/N's. "I chose this one, it's called (insert name), that sound good to you?" You asked sweetly, a warm smile invading his face. "It's perfect." Ango says, kissing your temple, again, making Y/N's face grow red. "S-Stop doing that.." You mutter, making Ango make an amused scoff, "You know you love it when I do that, darling." He says, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand, his skin was soft and supple, yet it was slightly cold, not that you minded it, however. It was a comforting cold in a sort of way, as he rubs his thumb over your jawline, kissing your cheek as he pulls away, making you huff softly.

"Fine fine, no more dilly dallying around, let's watch the movie." You proclaimed, Ango humming in agreement.

Thirty minutes in, Y/N started to feel a bit more clingy, your hand crawled under Ango's arm, gently rubbing at his side, the unexpected contact retracted an unusually shaky gasp from the brunette, this gained both of you and his attention to the very hand at his side.

"Y..Y/N, do you, ah.. mind taking away your hand?" He asks, with a hint of embarrassment, a cheshire grin from ear to ear sticking on your face.

"Oh, I do mind, actually." Y/N's eye's stared into Ango's dirty emerald one's, making his cheeks swell red. "Y/N.. Don't." He attempts to warn you, but you squeeze yourself closer against him, wrapping your arm's ever so innocently against his waist, "All I want is to cuddle, darling~" You dared to tease him, and it worked successfully, making him blush brightly.

Before he could say anytjing in protest, his breath hitched as Y/N's nails circled against his side's, his body involuntarily arching the opposite way. "A-Ah!? Y/N, no!" He scolds you like a misbehaving puppy, but you don't falter your movements, curling your nail's a little faster against the sensitive area, as his defense is rapidly dropping. "Y-Y/N! Noho- gah!" He covers his mouth out of embarrassment, a soft giggle leaving his lips, making you flush in awe. You never heard him giggle before, only when he was the one getting you, but today, that changed.

"You're so cute like this, An-An!" You smiled, deciding you were getting bored of his side's and opting for his stomach, watching him shiver out a whimper, curling up against the couch, using his forearms to cover his face, only leaving his wobbly smile to your gaze, making Y/N chuckle at him.

You crawled your left hand up and started scribbling at his ribs, making him gently chuckle into his wrists, his glasses were half knocked off, just holding on by a thread, and a few tears of mirth had appeared, het he never told you to stop..

"Oh? Do you like this?" You taunt, laughing along with him as he just whined softly, quivering under your touch. Before he knew it, he arched his back off the couch and proceeded to cackle, all because you kneaded clueless thumbs at the side's of his ribs. "Uh oh, seems I got you, beloved~" Y/N proceeds too laugh along with him, as Ango shrieks.

"Y/N! GYAH!? AHAHAH! GEHEHE-GEHET OFF! STOHOP!"

At those last word, you stop, pulling him in your lap and proceeded to place gentle, loving kisses against his neck, a few behind his neck making him giggle, you giggling in return and stopping as his hand blocked anymore kisses there.

"You alright?" Y/N asks, clearly a bit worried, but still highly amused at his situation. "Yes, yes, I'll be.. ahem.. alright.." He heaves, fixing his glasses and even his hair, before cupping your cheeks softly and placing a gentle kiss at your lips, proceeding to stradle you.