#lee!deceit

A shaky grin couldn’t be suppressed once he was in the room. There were no doors, only Logan could control entry and exit. All around the room were chairs and tables that could restrain a Lee in unique and horribly unfair ways.

Janus never admitted it, but he adored this room. Logan let him lie as much as he liked, let him deny how much he enjoyed the tickles and having all control stripped away.

“Now,” Logan said. “How will I break you today?”

“You won’t,” Janus said, his voice already a bit quavery, the sight of all the machines and tools in the room affecting him strongly.

Logan reached forward, taking Janus’s chin in his hand and tipping his head so he had to look up into Logan’s eyes. “I assure you, you will not leave this room until you beg me for mercy.”

“Never,” Janus said bravely, but he knew it was true. Logan didn’t bluff.

He crossed his arms tightly, as if he could protect himself that way.

“It is simply a fact,” Logan said, an evil smile growing on his face.

Janus jerked his head, pulling his chin out of Logan’s grasp, trying to hide the blush rising on his cheeks.

“Oh, you are adorable,” Logan commented, pulling Janus over to a chair.

Logan sat first, tugging Janus into his lap. He arranged Janus’s hands against the arm rests, and his feet to the legs of the chair. Bands clamped around them, leaving Janus trapped.

“You’re lucky today,” Logan murmured into Janus’s ear. “While I will break you, I’m in a very generous mood. Your composure will crumble, bit by bit, with only your favorite tickles.”

Janus tugged at his arms, impulsively trying to cover his sides. Why had he just gone along with Logan trapping him in place? He could’ve tried to run!

Not that it would’ve done anything other than delay the inevitable.

There was a soft rustle behind him, and then Logan’s tie was pressed over his eyes, tied at the back of his head.

“Y-you won’t gain anything,” Janus said. “You can’t break me. I won’t let you.”

“Ohh, is that so?” Logan purred into Janus’s ear, his breath tickling over his neck.

His hands slipped under Janus’s shirt, softly tracing over his sides. Janus tensed, trying to hold in all reactions. He wouldn’t give Logan the satisfaction of getting him that easily.

“I do love when you try to act tough,” Logan teased, still tracing ever so gently up and down Janus’s sides. “It’s so much more satisfying watching you fall to pieces.”

Janus suppressed a whimper as Logan’s skilled fingers began focusing on the patches of scales along his sides. He bit his lip, struggling to breathe evenly. His scales were especially sensitive to the specific brushes of nails over the edges that Logan could do so well.

“I can feel it you know,” Logan said. “Every time I scritch over one of your sweet spots your breath hitches.”

“Stop t-teasing,” Janus said. It was a mistake. Opening his mouth at all made it much harder to hold back the laughter brimming within him.

Logan’s evil fingers just continued, never speeding up or slowing down, tracing and scritching gently over his scales.

“Give in,” Logan purred. “You know you want to. You’ll enjoy yourself so much more. I’ll keep tickling you either way, you may as well laugh for me.”

A small squeak escaped from Janus, but he clamped his mouth shut tighter, determined to hold out as long as he could. But the tickles against his sides were becoming more and more intense, despite Logan continuing in exactly the same way. Every second that passed, Janus’s nerves lit up more. They reacted to Logan’s touches as if he had direct control over Janus’s body, filling him with tingling sensation.

His chest heaved with giggles that he wouldn’t release. He couldn’t see, and that made it even worse. All he could focus on was Logan’s teasing voice or his horrible, evil fingers. Janus squirmed in his lap, trying to wiggle his sides into a position Logan could exploit less easily.

“Awwww, is it becoming unbearable?” Logan teased. “Poor little Janus can’t handle the tickles that’ll never stop.”

Janus whined, the giggles threatening to break free.

“You know I’m just going to keep tickling you. I won’t stop till I get my fill. And that’s going to be a long, long time. There’s really no point in resisting.”

Janus thrashed side to side, but he couldn’t get away. “Ssssssstop, it— it tihickles!”

The giggles began pouring from him, more and more, making up for all the time he’d held them in.

“There are all the sounds I love,” Logan teased. “Giggles and hisses from such a ticklish little snake. I told you I’d get them sooner or later.”

Janus couldn’t stop the giggles if he tried. The endless tickles against his sides were the sweetest torture, endlessly pulling the reactions from him.

“Evil, ehehevil,” he protested, squirming in vain. Logan’s hands just followed his sides wherever he went.

“Is that what you call it?” Logan murmured. “I wonder what you’d call this then?”

Logan wrapped his arms around Janus’s middle, each hand now tickling the opposite side of his torso, the arms holding him tightly against Logan where he couldn’t squirm away. Janus squealed, the stealing of his little resistance making the tickles worse.

He couldn’t handle the tickles anymore. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, they tickled too much! And all in one place, never leaving, never stopping, it was too much!

“Pleheheassssse!” Janus begged.

“Please, what, dear?” Logan said, still just as casually torturing him.

Janus could barely get words out, laughing his heart out. He flung his head back, the only part of him that could freely move.

“Sohomewhere elssssssse!” he pleaded desperately.

No matter where Logan touched on his sides, it tickled. He could probably still his hands, but if he left them touching Janus’s sensitive scales they’d still tickle. Janus couldn’t handle the tickles, he just couldn’t!

“Hmmmm,” Logan hummed, drawing it out for endless seconds. “No.”

Janus thrashed desperately, his limbs nearly jelly in addition to being trapped. It did him no good. He was caught in endless torment at the hands of the most evil Ler to ever exist.

“Mehehercy! Mehercy, Logan! PleheEEEEEE!” Janus screeched as Logan scritched at a particularly sensitive scale.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” Logan asked coolly, as if he weren’t reducing Janus to a squirming mess in his lap.

“Yehehes, Pleheheasssssse! Plehehease!”

Tears of mirth were leaking out from under the tie over Janus’s eyes. He was very close to safewording if Logan wouldn’t relent.

And then Logan’s fingers stilled. His hands were still pressed against Janus’s sides threateningly, but he gave him a moment of rest.

“Convince me,” Logan said smugly. “Why shouldn’t I keep tickling you to pieces? Take advantage of having such a cute Lee entirely in my power.”

Janus was babbling immediately, trying to get the words past the giggles that wouldn’t stop, even without more tickling. “Logan please, please plehease, no mohore. Please, mercy, I can’t take any more. I can’t, I cahahan’t!”

Janus could hear the smirk in Logan’s voice. “I did say I wouldn’t stop till you were begging for mercy. I suppose I’ll hold myself to the implicit promise to give that mercy.”

Janus slumped in relief, giggles still pouring out. “Ehehevil ler…”

Logan’s fingers twitched, and Janus shrieked, arching his back as he tried in vain to escape.

Logan laughed loudly. “I couldn’t resist, dear. I truly will stop now.”

Janus’s hands were released, and he immediately shoved Logan’s hands out from his shirt. He pulled the tie off from his eyes.

“Terrible! Evil! Horrible!” He accused, turning to look at Logan.

Logan was entirely unrepentant, still laughing. “And yet you let me capture you so easily~”

Janus crossed his arms and huffed. But he couldn’t actually be mad. He shifted to a more comfortable position, melting against Logan.

“I’ll get you back,” he promised petulantly. “And you’ll have to beg me for mercy.”

Dolion yawned as he trudged down the stairs in a yellow tank top and black boxer shorts. Last night had been tiring for him because he had been up all night reorganizing the secrets that Thomas was keeping for his friends. When he got down the stairs, he instantly went over to the couch, laid down with his ankles crossed, right arm behind his head, left arm resting on his stomach, and went gay to sleep. It had been a couple of hours since Dolion started his nap when Virgil came downstairs while playing on his phone. He looked up and smiled at his boyfriend who was sleeping peacefully, but he soon noticed the scales that covered his left arm and leg.

Cautiously, Virgil stepped toward his snoozing lover. He looked over him, examining the detail of his scales and looking down to scan the scales on his arms and legs. He slowly traced the creases between the ones on Dolion's arm, retracting when his right arm came down to scratch at the light touch. Dolion then put both arms over his head while still sleeping comfortably. "Does he have scales on his complete left side?" Virgil wondered to himself.

He moved down and lifted the hem of one of Dolion's shorts legs to find more scales going up his thigh and traced the spaces between them. He heard Dolion moan and squirm a little at the touch, but he thought he also saw a small smile spread his lips for a hot second. A mischievous thought immediately popped into Virgil's head at that sight. Virgil moved down Dolion's body more and saw the top of his feet had scales, but his soles had a faint pattern. He traced along the tracks of the pattern, earning him sleepy giggles from the slumbering serpent.

Virgil then moved back up and lifted the hem of Dolion's shirt to see the left half of his six-pack and his left peck completely covered in pale, yellow-green scales. With his sinister smirk, Virgil thought through his mischievous plot, "What if his scales are more sensitive than regular skin..?" He slowly tracked his index finger up and down Dolion's right side a couple of times, earning him a quiet moan and sleepy giggles. He then did the same motion on the scaled side, and those reactions were practically polar opposites.

Dolion's eyes shot open as he screeched from the touch. Virgil jumped as his own pair of orbs widened drastically at the sound. Dolion sat up quickly and looked at his boyfriend that sat by his side with an annoyed glare. "Was that really necessary?" he asked. "Yes," Virgil replied as he looked at his boyfriend with the biggest grin that screamed devious plans.

In a matter of moments, Virgil pounced onto Dolion and pinned him against the couch cushions. Of course, Dolion struggled but was unsuccessful because he forgot one highly important thing. Remember this too, reader: "No matter how small he may be, NEVER underestimate Virgil's strength". Looming intimidatingly over his lover, Virgil whispered in his ear, "Consider this experiment as payback for all the crap you've put me through all those years before." Dolion's heterochromatic orbs almost popped out of his head as he struggled to escape his attacker's weight and hold.

Virgil brought his right hand into his view and slowly and teasingly lowered it toward the scaly skin as Dolion cried out his begs for mercy. "Virgil! Virgy. Love. Darling, please. Can't we talk about this?" Dolion begged. Virgil paused for a bit, leaving the sneky boi to think he'd spare him. Unfortunately, he thought wrong as all he heard was "Nah..." and five fingers had a dance party on Deceit's sensitive scales on his side. Of course he gave an appropriate response: howling with laughter.

"AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! VIRGAHAHAHAHAHAL STAHAHAHAHAP!" Dolion screeched out. It was so loud, Virgil almost had to cover his ears, but he persisted with his vengeance. "Sorry, babe," Virgil said, being sure to put an emphasis on the latter word, "but I can't let you go until you've paid your debt entirely." With that, he dropped down and hovered his face over the scaly skin on Dolion's side. The snake in question watched with widened eyes and violently shook to escape his boyfriend's hold, but he was already too weak from all the laughing he had done before.

Then, it happened. The one thing that Dolion dreaded to experience. Virgil blew a long, hard, and tingling raspberry on his scaled side. Dolion absolutely lost it. Writhing and flailing and screaming with guffaws, you'd think he'd gone mad, and he kinda did. "VIRGAHAHAHAHAHAHAL OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAY! I GIHIHIHIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIHIHIHIHIVE! UNCLE UNCUHUHULE!!!" Dolion cried out as he fell into silent laughter with rivers of tears flowing down his cheeks. Virgil saw he was at his wit's end, and he immediately stopped his attack on the poor snake. Dolion curled in on himself as Virgil tried rubbing away the leftover sensations.

Once the fork-tongued facet was able to calm down, Virgil looked at him apologetically with a glass of water in his hands. Dolion gulped it down greedily to satisfy his dry throat. It was then when Virgil spoke up, "I'm sorry, babe. I got curious, and I guess I went overboard." Dolion pulled the glass away from his lips as the emo continued, "I must admit, though, that is a pretty cute trait to have." The serpent rolled his eyes playfully and shook his head as a small blush lighty dusted across his human cheek. He finally replied, "Well you are forgiven, darling," and he kissed Virgil's forehead before adding on, "but there is one thing I must say about this whole thing aside from keeping this from the others."

Roman sprung over to the couch, clearly excited for whatever reason, and Janus sat up to greet him. Even with how annoyed and tired he felt, he still cuddled up to his boyfriend and gave him a small kiss on the cheek...somehow with all of those blankets still covering him like a fluffy shield.

“How are you today, my love?” he purred, and Janus flushed a lovely shade of red.

“The sun’s not out,” was his only answer. Roman chuckled and cuddled further into him, already making him warmer and much more comfortable. He pulled Janus back down onto the couch and snuggled him from behind.

“Guess I’ll just have to warm you up then!~”

Janus sighed and stayed where he was, slightly concerned that the other sides would see him being so openly friendly, but he shrugged it off. His shoulders relaxed, and Roman pulled him closer to his chest. Though he still wasn’t tired, this was definitely an improvement.

A few gentle kisses to his ear startled him, and he jolted at the touch. It was unexpected, yes, but not unpleasant. As if he’d ever audibly admit that. Roman hummed a bit, and as Janus relaxed again, more tickly kisses were planted along the shell of his ear. With this only came very slight shaking and the quietest of sweet giggles.

“Are you...laughing?” Roman suddenly asked, unable to keep the grin out of his voice. Janus flinched and buried his face in the blankets.

“Abssssolutely not. As if I ever would.”

Raising an eyebrow and thoroughly amused, Roman held Janus as close as he could and resumed kissing his ear, though now those kisses also trailed down to what parts of his neck he could reach. And, thanks to the angle the two were lying in, those kisses were pressed very gently into Janus’ scales.

This prompted a soft squeak, and Janus squirmed with embarrassment. He was already ticklish enough, but his scales were so much more sensitive. That only made the situation more flustering and ridiculous. The yellow side decided that this was, in fact, too ridiculous -- he would not laugh. He would not let Roman know about this silly little part of him. He was stubborn, and he had outwitted Roman before, so why not now?

“Because this is unbearable, that’s why.”

“Come on, luv,” Roman whispered gently, his hand slipping through the folds of the blankets without Janus noticing. “It’s alright, there’s no need to be so tense. I can really stop if you want me to.”

Oh god. He had to admit it. Janus groaned and hid his face further, trying to make a choice -- tell Roman that this was bothersome and keep his secret, or sacrifice his dignity for a few minutes of joy. He bit his tongue so as to not speak too early and turn into a stuttering mess. Deep in thought, it took him a few moments, until he decided.

“I...I want you to stop.”

The strange inflection on the word “want” confused Roman for a second, until he figured it out. That voice was one Janus used often, even in his presence. It was the kind of voice that had given him away when he first appeared to Thomas. A small smile crept onto his face, and he kissed the back of Janus head.

“So you don’t want me to stop, is that it?” Janus ears burned with crimson, and Roman chuckled. He began scribbling his fingers along Janus’ stomach, which prompted a quiet snort. “Aw...with pleasure, my dear.”

Janus was instantly a mess, not broken into laughter, but extremely flustered with no way to recover from it. The blankets were falling away and slipping onto the floor, so he took to hiding his mirthful giggles in his hands. Unfortunately, this allowed Roman even easier access to his stomach, which he immediately took advantage of.

“Rohohomannn!” Janus whined. “Nohohohohooo!”

“No?” Roman asked, feigning shock. “But dear, you asked me to tickle you! So why no?”

Somehow, it was possible for Janus to blush further. It was getting harder and harder to contain his laughter, and Roman’s teasing was just making it worse. Worse as in better, as Janus’ own thoughts told him.

He yipped in surprise as Roman’s hand slipped up his shirt, then went back to squirming and giggling as his stomach was gently scratched. The fanciful side was surprisingly good at this, and it would have even been peaceful if Janus wasn’t so embarrassed. His giggling turned into slightly pitched laughter as his scales caught his boyfriend’s attention.

“Rohohohomahahahn! Nahahahat the scahahahalessss!”

“Not the scales?” the creative side mused, the hiss and laughter giving him a smile of his own. “But you seem to be so happy! You’re laughing, aren’t you?”

“Sssshahahahaddup!”

At that statement, Janus managed to roll over and face his mischievous boyfriend, but he immediately realized that it was a mistake. First, Roman could see exactly how flushed he was, and could also see the wobbly smile on his face. Second, Janus could see Roman’s face as well, and the delighted glint in his eyes paired with a devilish smirk. And third, with Janus being so close and leaving no room to attack his stomach...Roman’s devious hands went to his lower back instead.

Janus positively shrieked, and the sound must have startled anyone else within earshot, but Roman was filled with glee at the sound. “Ahahahahahaha! N-nahahahat there! A-ahahahanywhehehere buhuhut thehehere!” His laughter grew to a humiliatingly high pitch, and only got louder as the tickling continued.

“Awww, did I find a soft spot?~” Roman cooed, his hands gently kneading around the spine and skimming his sides every so often. Janus couldn’t answer -- he was in hysterics at this point, and as one of Roman’s hands snuck to press into his shoulder blades, he found himself unable to think. He was just there, cackling while squirming and with his eyes filling to the brim with tears.

It was wonderful.

After a few minutes, which felt like a blissful hour to Janus, his boyfriend slowed and stopped tickling. Instead, he rubbed his back with a soft touch, something akin to a tender massage. Janus’ hiccuping and flinching turned into slight trembling, then slowly calmed into just stillness and leisure. He rarely ever felt such peace.

“Did you enjoy yourself, luv?” Roman asked sweetly, taking a very comforting tone to his voice. Janus could only nod as a kiss was planted on his forehead. Thoughts of humiliation and shame were far behind him -- he was just here, with Roman, warm and cuddled up while raindrops still rapped on the window.

Roman snatched the fallen blankets off of the floor and draped them back over Janus, though he was now under the covers as well. Janus yawned quietly and buried his face in Roman’s chest, wrapping his arms all the way around him and cuddling with such free elation.

“I will get you back eventually,” he hissed, but his threat sounded much less menacing from his current position. After a few more moments of just quiet, Roman was surprisingly asleep -- he must have tired himself out. Unable to force away a smile, Janus kissed his nose and felt himself begin to drift off as well.