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BRING ME THOSE CONTRACTS, PRONTO!

“Finally!” Cuphead exclaimed, grinning as he held up the soul contract of the Phantom Express. “We did it, Mugman!”

The younger was panting, breathing heavily as he nodded with a breathless smile. “Yeah… but what happens now?” His smile faded. “All the names are crossed off the list… should we really give the Devil these contracts?”

“We don’t have a choice,” Cuphead replied matter-of-factly, giving his brother a light shove. “Our time’s almost up. We have to hurry.”

Mugman, with a worried expression, followed Cuphead reluctantly. Soon enough, they reached the casino once more, but the Devil was nowhere to be seen.

Mugman’s brow furrowed slightly in confusion. “Uh… should we just leave the contracts here, or…?”

“I’ll take ‘em from here, boys.”

The brothers whirled around to see King Dice smirking down at them. Mugman gasped sharply, but Cuphead remained calm, even allowing a smile to spread across his face.

“Where’s the Devil?” he asked semi-calmly, raising an eyebrow. “We want to give them to him directly.”

Dice let out an amused chuckle. “Oh, ‘cause you don’t trust his right-hand man? C’mon, cupfaces, gimme them contracts.” He made a grab for them, but Cuphead quickly stepped back.

“No.”

Dice crossed his arms. “No?”

“No,” Cuphead repeated, staying strong although Mugman was trembling beside him. “Never!”

“Hm…” Dice tapped his chin thoughtfully, looking down at the boys. “Just as I suspected. Hi-de-ho! This’ll be fun!” He clapped his hands, then in one swift motion, scooped up both Cuphead and Mugman into his arms.

The latter shrieked, squirming in the king’s grip. “Hey! Hey! Wait a sec—“

“Too late, Mugboy.” Dice quite rudely tossed Cuphead aside and into a cage, snapping his fingers to lock it effortlessly. “Now, Cupface, you’ve made it this far with Mugboy, haven’t ya? How ya gonna cope with watchin’ him bein’ tortured, unable to do anything ‘bout it?”

Mugman’s face turned white. “T-t-tortured?”

“Let him go!” Cuphead shouted angrily, pounding on the bars.

It was no use. Dice’s cage was far too strong for Cuphead to escape. The king grinned down at Mugman, lifting up his left arm with one hand and tickling his armpit with the other.

Instantly, Mugman yelped, squirming as he tried to free himself from King Dice’s tormenting fingers. He burst into laughter right away, unable to hold it back.

“M-Mihihihister!” Mugman spluttered, trying desperately to pull his arm down with no luck. Dice was far too strong. “Stohohop ihihihihit!”

“Mm, but why?” Dice taunted, a smirk coming across his face. “Ya ain’t seein’ the boss just yet. I’m gonna have ma fun wit’ you first… aw, what a ticklish li’l mug y’are!”

Mugman was in hysterics at this point. King Dice’s hands were driving him insane, but he should’ve known it would get even worse. The Devil’s right-hand man soon moved his skillful fingers down to Mugman’s ultra-sensitive belly, causing the blue mug to shriek and kick his legs out instinctively, almost hitting Dice in the chest and only missing by a millimeter.

“DIHIHIHIHICE!” Mugman cried out, tears streaming from his face as he tried to escape without making any progress. “STAHAHAHAHAP!”

“HEY!” Cuphead finally spoke up from where he’d been trapped this whole time. “I’m the one with the contracts!”

The king turned around, his fingers slowing to a stop, causing a loud gasp of relief to sound from the blue mug. “Ya want in on this, Cupface?” He grinned, letting Mugman go and shoving him to the side. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya!” With a snap of his fingers, the cage door swung open.

Cuphead’s eyes went wide with anxiousness for a split second before narrowing again. He didn’t want to lose his confidence — not yet. Protectively, he stepped in front of his brother, crossing his arms as he looked up at Dice. “Bring it on.” He flicked his pointer finger up at the king, causing a string of bullets to fly from it.

King Dice was taken by surprise, but he managed to dodge the shots. An annoyed scoff escaped his lips. “So that’s how you’ve been beatin’ everyone, hm? Thanks for showin’ me your magic, but there’s only room for one magician here.” With a snap of his fingers, Cuphead and Mugman’s gloves had disappeared.

Shocked, the cups stared at each other in horror before their gazes moved back up to the king, who was chuckling lightly. “What now, boys? You’re gonna have to gimme the contracts sooner or later… preferably sooner.” He scooped up Cuphead, casually beginning to tickle him all over, still acting as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. “Or did you want me to get the boss? I’m sure he’d be tickled to see the two of you!”

Cuphead had tried to hold back his laughter, but the genuine yelp of surprise from being picked up and tickled had made that impossible. His laugh was loud and boisterous as he tried to shove the king’s hands away.

It was no use. As soon as King Dice’s fingers scribbled underneath Cuphead’s armpit, it was all over. A shriek left the red cup’s mouth as he lost his grip on the contracts, which fell to the floor.

Instantly, Dice tossed Cuphead aside, scooping up the papers with a wide grin. “See? Told ya I’d get ‘em.” He winked, backing away from the boys as he held the contracts close to his chest. “Ya put up a good fight, I’ll give ya that. Oh!” With another snap of his fingers, he pulled the two pairs of gloves out of his pockets. “Here ya go. Don’t tell the boss.” He chuckled, then turned around with a casual wave, walking away.

Cuphead, panting, immediately grabbed his gloves, putting them on as quickly as he could. But it was too late — Dice was gone. A groan left his mouth.

“This is all my fault…”

“Yeah! It always has been!” Mugman agreed instantly, crossing his arms. For a moment, he looked annoyed, but ended up simply sighing again. “But we’ll figure it out. We always do.”

sorry this is late, nonnie!! I hope it will suffice and thank you so much <33

The Games We Play

In this job, King Dice’s learned fast, there’s secrets, and then there’s secrets.

As the Devil’s right-hand man, he gets to know all kinds of dark, twisted, sordid tidbits about the inhabitants of Inkwell, the stuff they’d pay anything to keep on the down low, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t get a thrill out of it. But the other unexpected perk of his job is finding out all the little quirks of the big cheese himself no one else would ever suspect. Like how his fur sticks up after he’s been napping in his throne, or how he’ll let his little imps sit on his shoulder when he’s in a good mood - or even that Satan himself just so happens to be incredibly, adorably, ticklish.

Naturally, Dice takes every opportunity to exploit this particular weakness, but if he wants to keep his job - and his head - he’s gotta keep it subtle in front of the customers, tempting as it is to find out just how far he can push it. He’ll stand at the Devil’s side like a good little lackey, making sure to get his attention with a poke to the side here, a nudge in the ribs there. Just enough to get under his fur - so to speak - to see him flinch or feel him squirm as he stifles a yelp. If he’s lucky he might even catch a hint of a blush through the dark fur as the Devil glares at him, because he knows that Dice knows damn well what he’s doing; how much he loves getting him all flustered and jumpy by resting a hand on the small of his back, just out of sight so he can stroke and tease the fur there, fingers dancing dangerously close to the money spots but never quite going for it. And, well, the boss isn’t gonna risk letting his sensitive little secret slip in front of all these current and future debtors, the ones his reign of terror depends on, so all he can do is stand there and take it, struggling not to give the game away when Dice catches his eye and winks, both of them already thinking about what’s to come later.

Because it’s the later he really lives for, when they’re alone in the Devil’s office away from prying eyes and he can really deliver on all the unspoken promises. He gets to rake his fingers shamelessly through that thick, coarse fur, slowly and methodically, feeling the Devil tense in anticipation but not doing a thing to stop him before he makes his play, digging into his sides until those ironically angelic giggles burst free. He tickles him mercilessly and savours all those noises he’ll never make for anyone else; throaty cackles as he scratches his belly, joyous squeals when he scribbles under his arms, full-on bleats when he wiggles between his toes and teases the pads of his feet, all the while telling him how adorable he is like this. How cute and sweet and helpless, the big, bad king of Inkwell Hell, nothing but a ticklish little kitty. Dice’s ticklish little kitty, and he doesn’t intend on stopping until he admits it.

Pride’s a sin, and one the Devil ain’t short on, so he’ll never admit how much he likes this. How much he needs it, to be reduced to giggling putty in Dice’s skilled hands - to let himself be vulnerable, somewhere he doesn’t have to maintain his fearsome reputation. He doesn’t have to; that he even lets Dice do this and live says it all, the way he curls into him afterwards, even letting out the occasional purr as Dice strokes away the tears dampening his fur. Sure, he’ll scowl and mutter a bunch of violent yet empty threats, but they both know what he really means is thank you.

The game doesn’t end there, of course - this is the goddamned Devil. Revenge will come just as Dice’s starting to let his guard down, in the form of six or more deadly arms, pinning him down or holding him up, wriggling under or tearing through his suit to attack every vulnerable area at once, but always paying extra special attention to those two pips on the bottom of his head that are so unbearably sensitive they have him gasping and wheezing, struggling to even beg for mercy with the Devil’s breath hot against his cheek reminding him just who is whose li’l tickle toy here, and he’ll make damn sure he doesn’t ever forget it.