#lee!rin

Oh my, that's a lot of tickly hands to deal with. How could he possibly defend Earth from demons now that they know his secret?? ( ￣▽￣) Womp womp.

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Rin x Bachira x Isagi (romantic)

Lees: Rin, Isagi, Bachira

Lers: Rin, Isagi, Bachira

Warnings: Tickles!

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Oh look at that, two unsuspecting players laying calmly on their beds. Those were Bachira’s thoughts as he peaked his head through the doorframe, observing a sleepy Isagi and Rin-chan cuddling each other. The scene was very adorable, if only it could last longer, but Bachira had other plans. 

Currently, Aryu and Tokimitsu weren’t in the room. Giving Bachira the perfect opportunity to launch his surprise attack. He carefully tiptoed across the room, his footsteps as quiet as… well, everything else here was very loud usually. The brunnette perched his head to looks at the sleeping boys, a warm smile on his face, before being overtaken by his monstrous desires. 

“…Surprise!” Bachira jumped on top of the two of them, earning startled yelps and curses. Taking advantage of their sleepy state, Bachira managed to pin them down with ease.

“Bachira… I was sleeping…!” Isagi whined out, while Rin could only let out incoherent grumbles of annoyance.

“I know, I know! But trust me, I had good reason to wake you both up” with that, Bachira’s hands latched onto each torso. One hand massaging Isagi’s side, while the other vibrated against Rin’s toned stomach. 

“Wahahait! Bachirahaha..!” Isagi instantly let out a snort of laughter, trying and failing to kick his legs out. His face instantly turning flushed at the sudden attack.

“Mph…!” Rin on the other hand, being as stubborn as he was, tried muffling his sounds with his pillow. Which only caused Bachira to tickle up his ribcage until reaching his armpit. “PFFT! BACHIRA STOAHAHAP!!” the pillow flew out of his hands, revealing Rin’s giddy expression and rosy cheeks.

“Aww! You’re so cute, Rin-chan!” Bachira gave him a teasing scratch under his chin, causing the grennette to turtle up. “And you too, Isagi-kun~” he leaned over, placing a teasing kiss on Isagi’s belly.

“EEP!” Ahahaha… Bachiraaa, plehehease…!” 

The brunnette looked down, deciding to have some mercy on the tired boys. “Oh fine, is this better?~” he had now switched to gentle scratches up and down each of their arms, occassionally reaching up to their neck. It was very endearing watching the way they both purred and giggled quietly. 

“Ehehe yeah… but, why now all of a sudden?” Isagi quirked up a brow. 

“Yeah, usually you don’t attack this late” 

It was true, Bachira wasn’t one to feel to energized at night, much less disturb his loved ones. But tonight, something in him told him to do it. He wasn’t sure how to explain it. It was more than just tickling them for fun, Bachira wanted to show them love, and this was the best way he knew how to. By making them laugh. But how was he supposed to explain all that in mere words?

“Well, uhh…” the brunnette’s voice trailed off as his eyes darted all over the room, trying to find anythint to avert their attention. But before that, he was suddenly pulled down by two pairs of strong arms. Having successfully been squished between the two boys, his back against Rin’s chest and his fron against Isagi’s.

“Since you won’t talk, how about a taste of your own medicine?” Rin whispered against his ear. Even though his voice was usually monotone, there was a slight hint of playfulness behind it that Bachira couldn’t miss. The tease made his cheeks instantly flare up.

“Oh? Is our cute tickle monster flustered at the thought of being tickled?~” Isagi was now overtaken by his confident persona, much to Bachira’s dismay.

Before the brunnette could get a peep out, Rin started working his way around his neck, while Isagi was gently spidering all over his tummy and sides.

“Eep! Ehehehehe! Guhuhuys..!” he squeaked and giggled like a happy child. There wasn’t much room for him to squirm, which made this feel all the more flustering. Bachira did the poor choice of looking up at Isagi’s face. He felt his face turn a deeper crimson at the loving gaze the other was sending. And even though he couldn’t see Rin-chan’s face, the way he was holding him so closely was all that Bachira needed to know that they too loved him back. 

“Will you stop fidgeting so much? It’s starting to annoy me!” Yukio snapped, but Rin still seemed distracted…flat out ignoring Yukio. Yukio had decided he’d had enough and dug his fingers into his brother’s sides from behind. Rin let out a bark of laughter, trying to squirm away, but to no avail. “Y-YUHUHUKIOHOHO! STOHOHOHOP IHIHIT! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” Yukio sported an angry smile, “Will you stop fidgeting if I stop?” Rin didn’t answer, only able to get out goofy sounding laughs and snorts.

“Rin”, he tries it a little nicer, “don't be like that! I'm sure you look great, now come out!”

“No one looks good in that shit!” Ouch. Rude.

“Well, I”, the red head responds and puts extra attention into the I, “rocked it the last two years. Sure, you can't be as stunning as me, but no one can and you have at least some female attributes that match the outfit!”

“Go fuck yourself, Mikoshiba!”

Seijuro inhales sharply and by the sudden silence he can tell that Rin already realized his terrible mistake. He steps closer to the door and gives it a gentle knock, then he says in the most sweet voice he can manage: “I for sure am going to fuck someone up and that someone will be you if you don't get out here and apologize to me within the next three seconds, understood? One. Two.”

The door opens and Seijuro holds back a triumphant grin, giving Rin a scolding look instead. “Well well well, look who we have here.”

He examines the second year's appearance. “I don't see any problem with that, now say Sorry and come with me, we'll be late for the opening!”

Rin makes a little bow and mutters a quick Sorry Senpai, but Seijuro accepts it nevertheless – it would take ages to wait for that brat to give him an appropriate apology and they really don't have much time left! However, when he attempts to finally leave the changing room, Rin stays right where he is, grasping onto his skirt and trying to pull it down desperately. Seijuro sighs. Great, now he has to solve a self esteem crisis on top of it all.

“Goddamn kid, I told you it's okay! You'll be the hottest maid out there, don't worry!”

Abort mission, entirely wrong thing so say! Rin blushes to infinity, his hands tensing up and scaring Seijuro he might rip the dress in half. Okay, start all over.

“It's not like you're the only one! Almost everyone else wears one and even those who don't know what it's like! I wore that dress too and think positive: it's only for today and next year you'll get one of these fancy suits!”

“Not everyone”, Rin presses out through gritted teeth. Ah, so that's the snag.

“Come on, you out of all people care about what some random stranger thinks?”

“I care about what some random other students and teachers think!”

“But you never do! At least not about what I think, you just do what you want!”

Rin just mutters something unintelligible, probably about stupid captains and fucking assholes and Seijuro is this close to smack him in the face, honestly! With three quick steps he approaches his kouhai and pokes the rock hard muscles hiding where normal people have some sort of tummy fat with every word he says.

“You – look – absolutely – gorgeous – now – don't – be – a – pussy!”

Rin grabs his wrists, frantically pushing his hands away and fighting the smile spreading across his face. “S-stop that, Mikoshiba!”

Seijuro throws him a wicked grin and frees his hands, then pushes Rin further back so he's now trapped between his captain and the wall. “Why? A little ticklish, Matsuoka?”

Rin stares up at him furiously. “I'm not fucking ticklish, you're just invading my personal space!” He straightens his back to appear taller. “Stop invading my personal space!”, he barks into his senpai's face and tries to stare him down – normally, the mad expression makes everyone falter.

Apparently, Seijuro Mikoshiba is the exception and even before the captain regains his grin, Rin knows that he is about to find that out the hard way.

“So cocky, Matsuoka. You know what? To get you to do something embarrassing, I'll just blackmail you with something that's even more embarrassing!”

“What the hell do you mean with blackma-ah stop!” A hand sneaked past his defense and now squeezes his side, drawing a giggle out of him.

“Aw, was that a giggle? You're damn cute, ya know that, brat?” Rin's blush intensifies, but he doesn't have the time to think about Seijuro Mikoshiba calling him cute because suddenly his arms are stretched out above his head and both of his wrists are in an iron-like grip.

“Wa-wait!”, he shrieks, bursting into bubbly laughter when the captain uses his free hand to scribble all over his abs and sides. “Fucking let gohoNO FUCK!”

Seijuro chuckles, his quiet amusement drowned out by the hysterical cackles him tickling Rin's ribs draws out of the younger one. “Careful, you'll wrinkle your dress.”

“FUCK YOU!”

“Language, Matsuoka.”

The silk fabrics of Rin's dress do nothing to protect him from Seijuro's dancing fingers that glide over his ribs and thoroughly tickle the spaces in between, making Rin squeak among his ugly cackles. Well, ugly for him because Seijuro seems to enjoy the sound, judging by his enthusiasm and wide smile.

“Look, that's better, isn't it? You're not so tensed anymore.” Seijuro says that like it's something good to be tickled to death in a cramped cubicle and even though he can't really talk right now, it's obvious that Rin does absolutely not agree on this one. “Ya know, I really didn't want to do this, but you left me no choice!”

The tickling slows down a little and Rin gasps for air. “Like... like hell I did...”

Seijuro shrugs. “You didn't listen to me and this always works on my brother to make him listen. Also you were totally pouting over there.”

“Were nAHAT, fuckingbullshityoudickheadstopit, MIKOSHIBA!”

“You swear a lot, huh? Am I getting somewhere?”

Seijuro curiously flutters his fingers over his kouhai's exposed armpit, earning a shriek and a desperate attempt to squirm away, but with the captain tightly holding his arms stretched out and his body pressed against the wall, Rin isn't going anywhere. Tears of laughter prick out of his squeezed eyes and his flushed cheeks almost match his hair.

Seijuro has to admit to himself that he really enjoys this. He knew before that Rin is exceptionally beautiful, but having him here right in front of him in a maid dress, feeling him squirm underneath him and getting to enjoy his helpless laugh combined with this slightly pleading undertone... that's something else, far better than pretty and aesthetically pleasing. That's hot. Seijuro grins as Rin opens his teary, shimmering eyes and their gazes lock. Really hot.

“So, you're gonna go out there and make them lose their minds over how stunning you are? Or would you rather have another round of this here?”

Rin tries to answer but he can barely talk through his wild laughter, nevertheless he stares right into Seijuro's eyes and provocatively shakes his head.

Seijuro grins widely. “Oi, brat, I'm starting to get the impression you like getting wrecked like this! But okay, I don't mind.”

Suddenly, without a warning, his hands dart down to Rin's hips and the younger one's arms immediately clasp to his sides but that doesn't save him either and Seijuro has to stabilize him to make sure the boy doesn't just topple over.

“Jackpot~”, he singsongs. It was a lucky guess – a good guess. If Rin wasn't hysterical before, he now definitely is.

“O-OKAY SHIT I GIHIVE! FUHUCK STOP, PLEASE!”

It's the Please that makes Seijuro finally let go off Rin. He'd never say that word unless it would get really serious. Seijuro catches the younger one when he collapses onto the floor and helps him sit down. “You okay? Sorry, that got a bit out of hand...”

“I'm fine”, Rin interrupts him and huffs, then looks to the ground and rubs his neck. “It's fine, I mean, uh... yeah. No bad blood. But next time I want a safe word!”

“Next time?” Seijuro's heart makes a little hop and Rin blushes even more.

“Uh... maybe, if you want to... in a little more comfortable place?”

Seijuro can't help but chuckle. “Are you trying to ask me out on a tickling session? I'll have to take money for that, y'know? But you'd get 50% off because I like you.”

“Actually I thought more of something like... a date.” Rin clears his throat and smirks to cover up his embarrassment. “We can talk about stuff like that later.”

“A... a date?” Now it's Seijuro's turn to be startled but he quickly gets it together again. “Yeah, sure! I'd love to!”

Rin smiles widely but the smile falters when Seijuro adds: “But only if you come with me now. We already missed the opening and we still have to work in the cafe!”

The younger one bites his lip then nods and gets up on shaky legs. “Did you... mean that? That I'm gorgeous and cute and whatnot?”

Seijuro stands up as well and gently grabs Rin by his shoulders. “I did. Matsuoka, I don't know if you realize it but you're really beautiful and I love that dress on you! I'm telling you, you were born to blow their minds with this outfit! So?” He smirks and takes his kouhai's hand, pressing a shy kiss to his forehead. “You pretty?”

 "Watch me." Haru stays on his back in the pool for a few more minutes before standing, taking Rin's hand. Rin gave a roll of his eyes. "You're gonna get sick if you do, you dork." Haru just gave his usual blank stare that hid so many emotions, but Rin can tell he was amused.

 After they had dried off, they headed over to Haru's home. They got caught up in playing a few video games. Rin lost for a 3rd time so the score on who's winning was 6:2, Haru having 6 points for each round won. "How are you so good at this!?"

 "I dunno. Luck I guess." Even when he's winning Haru doesn't believe in himself. Seems the boy had a bit of insecurity. Rin tosses the controller down after he lost. AGAIN.

 "You're cheating!!" "How could I cheat at Mario?" "You'd find a way." Rin crosses his arms. "Someone's a sore loser." Haru played a round of one player while Rin was being a grump, listening to him groan and seeing him pout from the corner of his eye.

"I am not!" "Are too." "Not!" "Too." "Not!!"

 There was silence for a moment, enough time for Haru to get an idea.

"Do I gotta make you admit it?" "What??"

 Before Rin could question it further, he had been pinned to the floor faster than the speed of light. One hand holding his arms up, the other beside him on the floor so he can straddle him. He struggled, but the shark tooth boy couldn't budge an inch.

 "So Rin... are you gonna admit I win?" "What?! Never!" "Suit yourself..~" Haru's tone seemed to have a teasing ending to it as it rolled off his tongue. Rin just growled and glared at him.

 "You didn't win! You ch-EHEATED-!!" Rin was cut off by a squeeze in his side, making him squeal. "Better watch your mouth, Rin, cause I think someone's a tad ticklish.~" Rin could feel a light pink dusting his cheeks. "I-I am not! Don't be ridiculous!" Haru gave an amused hum.

  Haru walked his fingers up to Rin's ribs and gave them a squeeze, earning a loud squeak. "S-Stohohop that!!"

 Haru let go of Rin's hands to use both of his, doing some real damage as they launched under his shirt to attack the bare skin hidden underneath, spidering all over his belly and sides. Rin clamped down on his lip, he was not letting Haru win AGAIN.

 "Oh come on, Rin, it's not that bad. Just laugh for me.~" Oh Haru was SO dead later. Before he could even try to stutter out a response with his bitten lip, he let out a girly squeal when Haru found his underarms. "Bingo.~"

 Rin's laughter was loud and pretty deep, but it made sense for his character and persona. Haru found it quite cute either way, to see Rin laughing. No gloating or whining about a win or loss, just laughing like there was no care in the world. The blush rising to his cheeks was just icing on the cake.

 "STAHAHAP!" Rin choked out through fits of hysteric laughter. "I dunno, you're quite cute like this.~" Rin blushed more. "IHI AM NOHOT CUHUTE!" "I beg to differ.~"

 "So, you ready to admit I win?" Haru paused tickling, giving Rin a chance to breathe. Once the purple haired boy caught his breath, he shook his head. "I'll never admit it!" Haru had a feeling Rin denied so that it would continue, maybe he secretly liked it? Hm... Nah. Maybe.

 "Fine." Haru scans his body, wondering what spot would break him. He gave his navel some attention with one finger swirling around inside teasingly, which made Rin's laughter more high pitched and giggly. He did his underarms, which seem to be a second worst. Belly and sides same as usual. Just helpless giggles that Haru couldn’t get enough of.

 Haru's hands ghosted along his hips. Rin let out a small gasp before biting his lip once more. Haru raised an eyebrow at him in curiosity and gave one of the hips a soft kneading.

Rin shrieked. Jackpot.

 Haru places both hands on his hips, grinning like an idiot. Rin started squirming violently before anything even happened. "Ready to admit it?" "Go to hell!!" Of course Rin didn't mean that. "Your funeral~"

 Rin absolutely screamed. Haru almost had to cover his ears from how loud he got. He could've sworn Makoto living not far from here would've heard it too. But Haru kept going, relishing in the boisterous laughter spilling from his boyfriend.

 "NAHAHAHO! HAHARU GET OHOFF!!" Rin cackled. Haru still wore the grin from before. "Do I win?" He gave his hips a few drills, kneading and even squeezes and pinching at the bones. Rin lost it.

 "YEHES! FOR THE LOVE OF GOHOD YEHEHEHEHES!!" Anything to make the sensations stop was worth it at this point, and as granted, Haru's fingers stopped and came off his body. He climbs off the purple boy and offered him a hand up. Rin just stayed on the floor, cueing Haru to lay beside him.

 Rin pulls Haru into a kiss before glaring at him, no real anger in him though.

"I hate you." "Love you too."