#lee!blade

yes boss on it boss (it's been god knows how long) 🪂

Day 9: Death Spot

Lee!Blade x Ler!Jing Yuan

*Warning for bondage and mentions of death

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“How is the prisoner holding up?” The General asked, walking around the man bound in chains, his wrists shackled to the ceiling, his feet to the ground.

“Let me go, Jing Yuan. I have business to do elsewhere.” Blade retorted, eyes narrowing at the figure circling him.

“You will be let go, I’m sure. But you still must face trial. I have actually come here to move you to a more comfortable cell. I’m sure you don’t enjoy being chained up like this, yes?” He asked softly, crossing his arms as he stopped in front of the bound man, looking him up and down.

Blade stayed silent, not offering a response to the man who brought him here, fervently avoiding his amber gaze.

Jing Yuan sighed, shoulders relaxing as he tried to change the subject. Blade had already been interrogated – it was better to talk to him, see what he’s been up to. “Have you found the thing you’ve been searching for? Death?” He frowned at his old friend, past memories filling him with melancholy.

The Stellaron Hunter returned his gaze, eyes focused on the ground as he offered his answer. “No, I have not…I’m not him, Jing Yuan.” 

“I’m aware.” He said woefully, his frown deepening as more memories flooded into his mind – memories of happier times with his friends. “I could help with what you seek, though,” He suggested, walking to the back of Blade, his eyes wandering over his muscular form. “I happen to remember certain situations where you said ‘you’re killing me’...”

Blade’s eyes widened as he felt a finger swipe up his back, the chains rattling as he twitched. “Jing Yuan, I am not-”

“You are not him, yes. However, you share the same body…and I happen to remember it very well.” He said with a smirk, his hands wrapping around the other’s sides. Squeezing and kneading into the soft muscle.

“J-Jihing Yuahan! Stohop thihis!” The man demanded, twitching left and right as much as the bindings would allow as the hands crept up to his lowest ribs, then back down to his hips. Past memories flooded into his own mind, of laughing under his lovers’ hands, begging and pleading as they played with him. A blush crept over his face at the memories.

“But, as I said, you mentioned this particular activity ‘killed you,’ even if you admitted you loved it later…” He chuckled, strong hands prodding at the ribs and between them, one by one as if he was counting them and the spaces between.

“NoHohO! LeHehEt me gOhoHo!” blade pleaded, a whine slipping out as he felt the hands creeping higher and higher. He blushed at the General’s words, remembering exactly the moments he was referring to. Of course, he didn’t hate this, he did however, find it extremely unpleasant, not to mention demeaning.

“As I said, I am sure you will be let go after your trial. Now, if I remember, you said your ‘death spot’ was right-”

“YAHAHAH SHIHIHIHIT!”

“-here.” The sleepy general chuckled, his fingers scratching into the outstretched armpits as the rattling chains mixed with the song of laughter echoing throughout the chamber. The focused on the centers of the defenseless pits before scribbling around them, from just below the strong biceps to the highest of ribs. “I have missed hearing your laughter, I must say.”

“JING YUAHAHAN! STOHOHOHP! PLEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHAHA!” The prisoner begged, his head thrown back in laughter as he was tickled. He pulled at his arms, though the chains pulled them tight. He attempted to move his legs, though they were chained to the floor, not able to move. All he could do was take what the general gave him, and hope he could spare a shred of mercy as tears of mirth formed at the corners of his eyes, his blush deepening at the humiliating situation, yet he still could not say he hated it, as for the first time in a while, happy memories resurfaced.

Also I can’t quacking draw hands and arms so yeah

Eiden cursed himself internally, too busy screaming to do it externally.

To be fair, Blade had been programmed to feel pain and pleasure, so it wouldn't have been too far of a stretch to imagine he had been programmed to be ticklish as well. However, Eiden had thought wrong, and as much as Blade enjoyed his books about sex, it appears he had also read some about tickling.

"Darling - I read that this spot is sensitive!" The e-droid chirped happily, digging the fingers on one hand into Eiden's armpit. Despite his slim frame, Blade was surprisingly strong, one hand managing to pin both of Eiden's wrists against the wall behind him. To be fair, he had been made that way, but sue Eiden for forgetting Blade was not quite human.

He was getting punished enough for that anyway.

"BLAHAHADE!" He wailed as inhumanly quick fingers wrecked havoc on his torso, thrashing in the e-droid's hold. He shrieked as Blade released his hands to tickle both armpits, the droid watching curiously as Eiden's hands slammed down and he curled in on himself, like a turtle. "DOHOHON'T!!"

"Darling is so cute when he's laughing," Blade grinned innocently, sharp teeth contrasting his sweet face, He paused at Eiden's request, tapping his fingers gently against the sensitive skin. "Where else is darling sensitive? ~"

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🖤 In my head Blade was not made to be ticklish. Like he may have been programmed for pain and pleasure but tickling is just not in that roster.

🖤 So obviously Blade is very curious about ticklishness because he can't experience it and as such as soon as he finds someone who is ticklish it is sciencey time baybee let's see what this actually is!

🖤 Of course the typical problems of robot trying to figure out humans occurs - he can go too far sometimes, not out of any maliciousness, just pure naivety to the human body and it's reactions. However, that also means that he's hyper-aware of any 'dont's and 'stop's, so some more fighty lees have to choke down their embarrassment to get what they want.

🖤 Eiden becomes his guide to the fighting lee and shows him when he should stop or when to tell when someone's actually enjoying themselves even when they deny it.

🖤 Has superior strength because, well, e-droid. Not quite as strong as Quincy, but enough to subdue a fighters wrists with one hand.

🖤 Probably spews out random facts about ticklishness he learned from books whenever he thinks it's appropriate. Also will unintentionally tease which is worse than intentional teases somehow

🖤 Thinks it's very cute when the word 'tickle' flusters people. Also thinks it's very cute and fun to discuss tickling openly and watch people go red and try to escape the conversation.