#ler!dazai

"I-I'm nohohot a dohoh- aHAHA, SHIHIHIT! GEHEHET OUT OF THEHERE!!" He screamed, feeling his cheeks burn and some strands of hair sticking to his dampened forehead. Dazai's hands refused to leave his stupidly ticklish armpit, torturing each and every nerve until it they were nearly dull — just to then move a little higher or lower, starting it over.

"The book I read said patience and repetition are keys to taming dogs," he continued and Chuuya widened his eyes in panic as he saw the other hand coming back to 'work'. "Of course, a little reprehension is also necessary to correct… unwished behaviors."

Oh, how much he wished he could snap Dazai's neck in two right now. Chuuya pulled at his arms, both trapped under Dazai's knee, and planted his heels into the soft cushions, screaming insults as hard as he could through his angry laughter. Dazai only hummed along, keeping himself comfortably sat right next to his 'dog's' face, admiring his hysteric reactions.

Still, it felt like a rock was holding him down. He felt his hands going a little numb, his blood barely making to the tips of his fingers under all that jerk's weight. His pride was repeatedly telling himself to not submit, to not fall for Dazai's antics again — but it tickled so, so bad!

"F-FUHUCK!!" Chuuya shouted again, gasping as those words took the last bits of air he had inside his lungs. "F-FIHIHINE, YOU— AHAhahasshohole! AHah, w-wohohoof! WOHOHOFF!"

"Hm, what was that?" Dazai grinned, leaning his head a bit closer just to look down at Chuuya's desperate smile from the right angle. "Did you say something, mr. Doggy?"

"YOU PIHIHIECE OF- AHAHAH!" Chuuya widened his eyes, not expecting the tickling to get even worse than it already was. "I— AHAHA, WOOF! WOHOHOF, PLEHEHEASE!"

"Good boy! ~" Dazai purred and freezed his hands on spot, leaving his fingers curled, but still, against Chuuya's body. He watched the redhead's chest wave, his ragged and hoarse breath stopping the silence from taking over the place. "See? I knew even you could learn a new trick."

"G-go— hahh, t-to hell!" Chuuya whined, feeling his head spin. He had been tickled before, sure enough, but Dazai was simply a beast. He couldn't even figure out what that freaky bastard was doing to make him laugh like that. It didn't matter, thought, what matter was that it was ov—

"Oh," Dazai smiled, pressing his knee a little harder against Chuuya's hands again, as if changing his mind about letting him go. "I remember that the book said to praise and give treats to your dog while taming it, too. Supposedly, it helps them memorize the trick."

"D-Dazai, don't you f-fucking dare!"

"Now, who is a good doggy? ~"

"You piece of shiHIHI- AHAHAA!"

Dazai chuckled, “nope! They’re Chihuahua–OOF!” And fell back against the arm of the couch, interrupted by the sweater making contact with his stupid face. 

“Are you insulting me, asshole?!” 

“Huh?” Dazai rubbed his forehead. “No! Of course not!” He lifted up the sweater. “I thought you liked Chihuahuas, besides, look–!” He pointed to a specific pup on a sleeve, “this one has a hat! Just like yours~ And then this one…” His finger moved to a puffy red-furred Chihuahua near the bottom hem, “it has the color of your hair!” 

Chuuya covered his face with a hand and grumbled a barely audible: “I hate you so much…”

Dazai snickered, obviously enjoying the redhead’s reaction. “C’mon, put it on!” He tossed it in such a way that it landed atop his boyfriend’s head, covering it completely. 

Chuuya ripped off the sweater in a flurry of unintelligible curses and flailing arms, “fuck no! You couldn’t pay me enough to wear this thing!” 

“Oh please, Chibi~?” Dazai asked, leaning forward with his hands clasped together and wearing the sweetest look he could conjure. “Just for tonight? Pleeeeeeese?”

Chuuya’s blush darkened, not only because he found Dazai's face adorable in this moment but because the bastard was pleading… The agency detective knew exactly what he was doing and the Port Mafia executive both loved and hated it.  

“F-Fine!” The mafioso finally snapped, slipping off his coat roughly and throwing it aside while the detective sat back and watched with a big smile.

Once the sweater was pulled on, Chuuya’s mumbled curses ceased. “Woah…” He stood up from the couch and made for the mirror hanging in the hallway of his apartment. “This is actually really comfortable.” 

Dazai clapped his hands once, “I knew you’d like it!” Then hopped up and wrapped his arms around Chuuya from behind, giggling. “Aw! You’re so cute! And so soft~”

Chuuya tensed for only a moment before he relaxed in Dazai’s embrace. It was still strange for him, letting his guard down like this, letting this man, of all people, make him feel… safe. 

“I-I never said I liked it,” Chuuya argued, feeling the temperature rise in his cheeks. 

“But you never said you didn’t~” Dazai sang, resting his chin on Chuuya’s head, forcing the latter to sigh in resignation.

“Hmm…” Dazai hummed, titling his head at the mirror.

Chuuya growled, “what now?”

“It’s strange…” The detective removed an arm from around Chuuya. “I need to test something.”

“Test what, ass—HEE!” Chuuya jumped, derailed by a poke from Dazai on his belly, right where a dog with a candy cane in its mouth sat on his sweater. “What the hell?! Careful, idioIHIHI!” Again, the brunette poked, but this time on a dog wearing a Santa hat on the side of the sweater.

Dazai nodded once, “mhmhmhm… just as I suspected.”

Chuuya tried to smack the detective’s poking hand away, “suspected what?!”

Dazai whispered into Chuuya’s ear, “there’s a Chihuahua conveniently placed on allllllll of your ticklish spots~” 

The mafioso went rigid. He stared right at his smirking boyfriend in the mirror and knew he was absolutely fucked.

“Damn you…” Chuuya said through gritted teeth. “Don’t you daAHAHARE–!” But it was too late, Dazai’s fingers were digging into either of Chuuya’s sides, right over two festive Chihuahuas. “D-DAHAHAZAI!” His hands clamped down onto his attacker’s. “FAHAHAHAHCK!”

“Oh, I dare,” Dazai smirked, slipping his hands easily away from Chuuya’s to scribble at the dogs on his ribcage next. 

The redhead shrieked and fell back against him, flushed from neck to ears. “CUHUHUT IHIHIT OHOHOHOUT!”

“Tickle, tickle Chuuya~” Dazai’s hands started to alternate kneading and poking across all the Chihuahuas on the sweater, deftly thwarting any of Chuuya’s attempts to shove them away and so reducing the man to a cackling, blushing, squirming mess in his arms. 

The mafioso found himself not only flustered beyond what he thought was possible but confused as to how this could still tickle so much while wearing this damn sweater! “I’M GOHOHOHOING TO KIHIHIHILL YOUHUHUHU!” 

“Promise~?” Dazai kneaded into a spot just under one of Chuuya’s shoulder blades and when the redhead squealed, he giggled, “oh~ I forgot about this spot, thank you for reminding me, Chihuahua-san!” 

“AGH! SHIHIHIT!” Chuuya could feel his knees start to weaken. “B-BAHAHASTARD! EHEHEHE! STAAHAHAP!”

“Almost done! I think there’s one more puppy~” Dazai’s eyes flashed with pure mischief when he spotted the last two dogs at the bottom of the sweater, just above Chuuya’s hips. “Aaaaaand–“ After drawing out the anticipation as long as he could, his hands flew to the spots and squeezed repeatedly. “Found them! Tickletickletickletickletickle!” 

“AYIEEE!” Chuuya absolutely squealed as his knees finally gave out and Dazai followed him gradually to the carpet as to not let him collapse completely, teasing and tickling all the way.

A few more tickles later and then the detective finally released the mafioso from his tickly exploration…

“What a helpful sweater!” Dazai remarked while grinning, gently rubbing a giggly Chuuya’s back while he recovered. “I think I even found a new tickle spot or two~” 

Chuuya sat up, his entire face still red, and tried to weakly shove Dazai away. “Ugh, you jackass… You bought this for me specifically so you could assault me like this!” 

“I bought it because I like you, moron.” Dazai bumped his forehead against Chuuya’s. “Oh. And they are Shiba Inu actually, hehe,” he added with a wink. 

Chuuya was too shocked by that statement to do anything but let out an exasperated growl, “God damn it, why are you like this?”

Dazai leaned into Chuuya, “because you like it when I keep you on your toes.” 

“Ugh…” The redhead leaned further into the brunette and replied quietly, too tired to do much else, “yeah, yeah, whatever.”

Dazai smiled and touched his nose to Chuuya’s, “Merry Christmas, Chibi.”

“Alright Atsushi-kun,” Dazai said, arms crossed behind his head as he lounged against the wall of the empty warehouse, “you’re supposed to be training, not sulking in the corner like a neglected housecat.” Atsushi, who was crouched near a patch of sunlight filtering through the dusty windows, let out a soft growl.

His large white paws flexed against the cracked concrete floor while his tail flicked once, clearly irritated. “I’m not sulking,” he would’ve said if he could speak in this full weretiger form. But instead, only a throaty snort came out, followed by a sharp exhale that puffed Dazai’s coat from across the room. “Oh?” Dazai’s eyes twinkled. “So grumbly today.”

The weretiger narrowed his golden eyes. Dazai pushed off the wall and approached him. His footsteps echoed through the empty warehouse, like a predator closing in on prey - though in this case, he was the smaller one.

"You’re supposed to be practicing how to stay in this form without going feral, yes?" he said, crouching in front of the massive beast. “Staying calm, centered… controlling your instincts - all that boring discipline stuff.” Atsushi nodded once, his ears twitched as the other came closer, a playful smirk on his face. “Great! So, you won’t mind if I… do this.”

Without warning, Dazai reached up and ruffled the thick fur beneath the weretiger’s chin, fingers wiggling playfully. Atsushi jolted, letting out a startled huff through his nose, backing up half a step. His ears flicked wildly. “I knew that’d get a reaction,” Dazai grinned, “so sensitive under the chin. Aren’t you just adorable?” he cooed.

Atsushi let out a low, embarrassed rumble - half-growl, half-moan - and tried to glare at him, but it was hard to look intimidating when your ears were twitching in all directions and your tail had started curling around your own legs in discomfort. Dazai scratched behind one of those ears, watching it flick as he made a delighted noise.

“I mean, seriously, this is the softest fur I’ve ever touched. Do you take care of it?” Atsushi tried again to speak - to say “Stop that, Dazai-san!” - but all that came out was a deep, frustrated “Rrrrrhhhrrmmf!” Dazai chuckled. “What was that? ‘Please, Dazai, tickle me more?’ Don’t mind if I do!”

And just like that, he slid his hands into the other’s thick, snow-colored belly fur, fingers curling and scratching gently up and down the sides. The weretiger twitched - violently - and collapsed onto his side, releasing a shocked yowl that turned immediately into a series of hiccupping, involuntary-sounding chuffs.

If he had a voice, he would be screaming with laughter, but in this form, all he could do was grunt, wheeze, and roll, tail flailing behind him as the tickly sensations shot through his furred body like jolts of electricity. “Ticklish here too? Hah! Atsushi-kun, you’re one big fluff of weakness,” Dazai teased.

Atsushi tried to crawl away - his big paws scrabbling against the floor - but it was no use. Dazai followed, easily keeping pace as he continued to dig his fingers into the tiger’s stomach, burying his hands in the fur and scratching them lightly in circles. “Wait- What if I do this?” He pressed both hands in just below the ribcage and wiggled mercilessly.

The weretiger arched in response, letting out a sound that was very nearly a squeaky chirp, his body convulsing and rolling helplessly onto his back. “Well, well, well, look at you now,” Dazai’s grin could not have been more smug, even if he tried, “rolling onto your back like a spoiled puppy, wanting attention.”

Atsushi tried to curl up - to protect himself - but he was too big, too exposed, and his tail betrayed him by thumping lazily against the floor. Even now, a deep, involuntary purring had begun to rumble up from his chest. Embarrassingly loud. “Oh no~” Dazai leaned in, pressing a hand to the weretiger’s side. “Is that purring? Are you enjoying this?!”

“NoHo!” Atsushi screamed in his head. “S-Stop it, iHihit tickles! I caHahn't!!” “Time to finish you off, kitty boy,” the brunette declared dramatically and climbed right on top of the giant tiger’s belly like it was a soft mattress. He lay down full length, smirking up at the glowing ceiling as if he’d just discovered his new favorite nap spot.

“Now this,” he sighed, curling both arms around the tiger’s sides, wiggling his fingers into the fur, “is what I call a proper bed. Warm, fluffy, and super ticklish.” The moment his hands began moving again, Atsushi erupted with new waves of jerking spasms.

His paws flailed in the air, back legs kicking, and his tongue lolled out as he emitted a wild mix of panting chuffs and near-roars. If laughter had a tiger form, this was it. “Ohhh my god, I can feel you laughing under me!” Dazai laughed, clearly delighted. “Your whole belly’s vibrating. Does it tickle that much? Poor thing~”

The action made him let out a breathless huff that vibrated the air around them, but Dazai didn’t stop. He switched to scratching lightly behind the tiger’s forelegs, in the soft crook where paw met chest, and Atsushi buckled. He flopped entirely to one side, tail twitching erratically, his ears pinned back, while purring uncontrollably.

“Alright,” Dazai said, laughing as he wiped tears from his eyes. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Only because I’m worried you might explode.” He slid off the tiger’s belly and flopped onto the ground beside him with an exaggerated sigh, one hand still loosely resting on the soft fur, gently crawling it.

The weretiger lay still for a moment, chest heaving, breath rattling through his nose. Then, slowly, with a shimmer of energy, his form began to shrink, condense, and shift - fur pulling back, limbs reforming - until Atsushi lay there in his human form, panting and red-faced, his silver hair a tangled mess, his eyes wide and glistening.

“D-Dazai-san,” he gasped, “wh-what the hell?! That wasn’t training!” Dazai groaned dramatically. “Ugh, you turned back? Boooo.” The grey-haired blinked at him, still breathless. “You-You were tickling me the whole time!” “Well, not you exactly,” Dazai smirked, “more like your large, overly fluffy tiger body. But it’s close enough.” “You’re insufferable.”

“And you,” Dazai said, suddenly lunging forward again, “are still ticklish.” Atsushi yelped as his fingers dug into his human sides, wiggling up under his arms without mercy and this time, Atsushi could scream. “DAZAI-SAHAHAHAN! NOHOHOHO! AHAHAHHA!!” His melodious, high-pitched laughter filled the warehouse, echoing off the walls in waves of bright joy.

He tried to push the other away, but that only made him squirm more, which made Dazai grin wider. “There it is! I missed that beautiful laugh~” “YOU- AHHAHAH YOU J-JERK!” After a few more merciless seconds, Dazai finally relented, pulling back with a wink and brushing invisible dust from his coat.

“Now that’s how you control your tiger instincts,” he said proudly “tickling the beast into submission. I should write a manual,” he thought out loud, lying a hand on his chin. Atsushi flopped back against the floor, breathless and red-faced, shooting him the most unimpressed look he could manage through the residual giggles.