#ler!eiden

What a ugly, nasty mistake. Now, here he was, being forced to listen Eiden complain about other men that he also didn't really care about. He should've done it himself, Rei thought.

"How can you say that?!" Eiden hissed, stomping a little harder and turning to Rei in disbelief. His face was a bit red already and it looked like he was at the very edge of crying, just about to burst. "After all we went through, how can he still think I'm just a fake?!"

"Ugh," Rei groaned, burying his face in his arms. Maybe getting undressed first would make Eiden stop talking and start acting? No, he was way to agitated for that. At this point, it would already be a lucky strike to get himself out of that room, Rei thought. "I don't mean you're a fraud. You do understand how the Essence works and get the job done," 'in more than a way', he wanted to add, but didn't. "Maybe he meant that you can't do sorcery? Blasting magic like Huey did."

"I-" Eiden stopped, giving Rei the hopes that the ranting was over, but shattering then seconds after as his from got work. "Well, I can perform magic. You people are just a hard crowd."

"Playing with cards are a trick at best, that when you not mess them up," Rei huffed, impatient. He shot Eiden an uninterested look. "Do you even have anything else besides those lame plays? The king's jest might be the next Grand Sorcerer candidate if that's where we are setting the bar."

Eiden gasped, now twice as offended than before. "You're so mean," he pouted, finally walking closer to Rei, as if admitting his defeat. "Maybe you're right, though, and I can't really do anything…" He sighed, plopping himself on the bed, next to Rei.

Sigh. He really should've stayed at his lab.

"Well," Rei mumbled, his tone a bit softer, and turned himself over, spreading his legs a bit to make sure Eiden would catch the hint. "There is a trick that only you can do to me right now, Grand Sorcerer…"

Eiden widened his eyes slightly and let out a small chuckle. "Oh," he giggled, leaning closer to Rei's body in response, "yeah, I think I figure out, but you know it's no real sorcery, right? It's really easy, you needed to ask if you wanted it so bad…"

Finally!

"You're so slow sometimes thahat— w-wahait, Eiden!" Rei stopped his track of through, quickly reaching for Eiden's hand and trying to dislodge it from his bare hip. "Whahat do you— hey! Stohohop it!"

"Hm? Didn't you come here for my tickle magic? You looked as upset as me, so you wanted something to smile about, right?"

"Y-you ahahare so lahame!" Rei groaned, weakly kicking Eiden's leg as he tried to squirm away, "gehehet off me! I dohohon't want it anymohohore!"

"Eh?" Eiden giggled, now straddling Rei's legs and latching both his hands onto his body. He wiggled his fingers around the exposed stomach, prodding and massaging those sensitive hips, "I think I don't know how to stop it, Rei ~ Help me ~"

"N-NOHoh, you— ahAHAH, gehEHet ohohoff!"

“Let go of me! The consequences of your actions will be severe!” Dante sounded furious. So yes, Eiden should help out. But should he though? Dante wasn’t always friendly with the others so he had this coming. His haughty attitude got him in this position, and Eiden was curious how the powerful and confident Sun Lord would get himself out of his predicament without his help. 

The almighty Dante would surely find a way… right?

“Heeheehee. Thanks for the gifts!” All of a sudden, Eiden jumped up when the door slammed open and the three partymakers came rushing out, carrying some of Dante’s belongings and dressed up in his most luxurious robes. Eiden just barely avoided getting the door in his face and wasn’t even noticed as they all ran off. 

Chuckling, he shook his head and entered the room. It was an absolute mess. And there, on top of his bed was… 

“Pffft,” Eiden covered his mouth and laughed. Dante immediately turned his head and glared.

“You -” he huffed. He struggled fiercely, but it appeared that Kuya, Blade and Karu had tied him to his bed with magical restraints.

“They made quite a work of it,” Eiden said, closing the door behind him and slowly strolling into the messy room.

“Were you there all this time, letting this happen? To make up for your betrayal, help me out of this. Then the punishment for your crimes shall be treated lightly,” Dante hissed. Tsk tsk. Eiden shook his head again and sat by his side.

“My my, I just arrived to the party and you’re already talking about punishments, hmm?” 

Dante struggled fiercely. “Waste any more time and face the consequences,” he threatened. Eiden raised his eyebrows.

“You sure are cocky despite your position,” he said, and without warning he reached out and tickled Dante's exposed side. 

“You sure wi- HAAH!” Dante jumped violently and pulled at his restrained arms.

“Dohohon't you daahahare!” His voice was loud and pitchy in an instant. So cute hehe. Eiden smirked and leaned over him, carefully tickling him with both hands.

“What was that, My Lord? Care to repeat all that?” Eiden asked while drilling his fingers into those delicious spots between Dante's ribs, very ticklish, very satisfying. Dante let out a stream of hysterical giggles and shook his head.

“Nohoho! You'll hahahang for thihis!” His empty threats were anything but serious and Eiden could only laugh along with him. It was during a moment of intimacy when he'd discovered how ticklish Dante was in certain places. Not that Dante would let himself be tickled if he could help it. He was very feisty and wouldn't go down easily. And that while Eiden was eager to learn exactly how ticklish he was, in what places and what his limits were. So yes, how could he not make use of this golden opportunity, to hear the laughter of a golden Sun Lord? Anyone would.

“That’s quite a nice laugh you’ve got there, Your Highness. I wonder what happens if I tickle you riiight here?” 

“AHhh! Youhouhou! Nohoho!” Dante threw his head back when Eiden’s fingers climbed up a little higher, scratching experimentally at his underarms. He wasn’t tied down very tightly and could still use his limbs, but not enough to defend his armpits from Eiden’s curious fingers.

“So that’s what happens huh,” Eiden observed, feeling very smug and teasy. He should thank Kuya and the others for this. Having Dante here, tied up and laughing at his mercy, what a gift. 

“YOU- HAhaha! Nahah! Dohohon’t!” Dante shook his head frantically and let out the most hysterical yet charming and adorable squeals.

Eiden couldn’t help but smile fondly. “A laugh like this suits you,” he complimented. Dante only continued to laugh and shake his head, his long red hair now a mess, so Eiden leaned in and stroked some of his hair out of his face.

“Are you hanging in there? Does it tickle a lot?” he asked, still not stopping the tickling which had moved back to his ribs again. He played them and enjoyed the music it caused like some sort of instrument, and said instrument protested with loud frustrated growls right through its laughing orchestra.

“ARGhhahah I wihihill gehehet you fohohor thiihis!” Such a vengeful little Sun Lord. 

“Oh will you now?” Eiden only felt encouraged and jumped on top of him, straddling his bound body and digging all ten fingers into his lower sides. He squeezed, wiggled and clawed, and enjoyed the way it drove him mad.

“NAhahahaha! Gehehet ohohooff!” Dante struggled against his restraints which still held him in place. In his mind, Eiden complimented the guys for their handy work while he continued to make Dante laugh like he never laughed before.

“You know what? Maybe I’ll stop. But only if…” Eiden gave an extra long and unnecessary pause while he got distracted by how ticklish Dante’s toned stomach was. He spidered his fingers around his belly button and poked playfully at the pleasant spot.

“Whahahat?!” Dante howled. Eiden snapped out of it.

“Oh, right. I could stop tickling, if you ask me nicely.”

“Huhuuuhuh?!” Eiden pinched Dante’s hip curiously, and he nodded.

“And talk to me like I’m your superior. As you should,” Eiden added with a smirk. Dante went from shaking his head to signify ‘no’ to shaking his head in ticklish hysteria as soon as Eiden lowered his hands a little to tickle his thighs. Damn, those thighs! 

“Neehehheever! Ahahahah!” Eiden was a little relieved that Dante didn’t give in so soon. He still hadn’t tickled him everywhere he wanted, so perhaps he should hurry before Dante would change his mind. So he tickled those very nice and pretty thighs, and especially his inner thighs gave such a good result. 

Dante jerked heavily and let out the cutest cackle. “Nohohoho!” 

“I am waiting for your nicest plea, Dante. And don’t forget to show me your respect.” Eiden walked his fingers like little spider-legs down Dante’s leg and lingered at his knee. He scribbled right behind it and got a nice squeak out of him.

“NAhahaha you cahahahan wahahait fohorehehever!”

Eiden shrugged. “Then you can laugh forever.” He tickled his knees some more and enjoyed his laughter, and then moved on to those beautiful bare feet. Dante’s toes curled immediately when Eiden brushed his fingers down his bare soles, and his laughter changed pitch just a little. It went not higher, but lower.

Eiden raised his eyebrow and scribbled the ticklish soles of Dante’s feet some more. “I like how your laugh gets a little different. So, where do you think it tickles more? Here-” Eiden tickled only Dante’s left foot for a little while.

“-or here?” And then his right foot. He didn’t hear a difference in his laughter, and only got some more protests in response.

“What did you say? You prefer it when I tickle both? Alrighty then.” Eiden tickled Dante’s feet with all ten fingers, five fingers on each foot, and Dante’s hysterical laughter increased. 

“AHahahalright! Alrihiihight! Hahahaah stahahaap!” 

Eiden shook his head. “Not good enough~” he said, and he licked his lips as he tickled Dante right under his toes. Good spot, good spot…

“AHAHAH! Plehehease! Stohohop! Plehehease!” 

“That’s better. But still not good enough.”

“My Lohhohord! Plehehease!” So many ‘please’ from Dante himself, Eiden was drinking it up like the best potion there was. He grinned, feeling totally satisfied.

“That’s more like it.” He finally stopped tickling Dante and liked how erotic he looked while he caught his breath. His face was all flushed and red, and he really looked… hot. 

“You -” Dante wheezed. His chest was heaving with each heavy breath he took as he gasped for air,

“You - untie - me - now,” he demanded. Eiden rubbed Dante’s leg and hummed.

“After all that, you still show me this attitude, hmm? I should know you never learn.”

“....You said you’d let me go,” Dante said tiredly. 

“I said I’d stop tickling you. Not that I would untie you. And you see…” Eiden rubbed the visible bulge in Dante’s pants, making the Sun Lord blush adorably.

“I don’t leave my work unfinished,” Eiden said with a smirk.

“Hngh how dare you - Ahhh!” It took Eiden little effort to make Dante moan - just as little effort as making him laugh, and he loved how just like with tickling, it was so easy to make Dante respond to him. Eiden pleasured him with just his hand and only his hand, and all of Dante’s royal body surrendered to him. 

Eiden really had all the power right here, and he loved that Dante seemed to realize that too by the time he was moaning, cumming and crying out his name.

The other squeaked, refusing to look back. “Nohohoh!!”

Olivine, already placing the box with the rest of the supplies gathered for that week, took a moment to appreciate that moment. To think the temple would become a place where kids could have fun like that under his care was truly heart-warming. The fondness of the priest’s gaze, however, only lasted until one of the boys tackled the other into the ground.

Olivine had seen that scene countless times before. Kids running around the temple was “forbidden” for a reason: it was always a matter of moments until someone started to cry, got hurt or broke something - if not the three of them at the same time. Olivine sighed, already looking around for a first aid kit, thinking if it would be a bruised knee or hand this time.

However, just when he was ready to jump into action, a certain sound announced the unexpected - but welcomed - turn of events. Just like seconds ago, one of the boys started laughing again, desperately tugging at his friend’s hands in a fruitless attempt to stop the ticklish attack. “AhAHAHah, n-nohOHo!! No tihihicklihing!”

Olivine stopped- no, froze on the spot as he heard that word. No one was harmed, he thought, so it should be fine. Still, there was something about it that made it hard for him to avert his gaze from that scene. It was just two friends goofing around, playing with each other, so why did he feel like his heart was beating faster?

“Say ‘uncle’ or I’m not stopping,” one of the boys cheered, nearly laughing as much as his friend as he seemed to enjoy having the upper hand on that moment. Olivine felt the back of his throat going dry for a strange reason - he could also feel a bit of heat spreading to his cheeks. By now he should have stepped in because of how loud those two were being and how they probably disturbed the other visitors, but he didn’t. The scene had already been deconstructed inside his mind, the place, the characters playing it, what they were saying - all of that didn’t matter anymore. There was just one word, one concept inside Olivine’s mind: tickling.

But why was he so heartstruck by such a thing?!

“Olivine? Hellooo? ~” Olivine blinked a few times as he saw a hand waving in front of his face, shaking his head as his mind slowly came back to reality. When he turned his attention to the side, he was met with Eiden’s confused eyes. “Are you ok? You seemed a bit lost just now…”

“Mr. Eiden, I-” Olivine stopped himself, letting out a shy sigh, “yes. I just got distracted for a moment and-”

“O-okahAHAY! Uncleheh! I sahahaid unclehehe!”

Olivine looked back to the two boys, remembering what he was supposed to do. With an apologetic smile, he turned to the Grand Sorcerer before resuming to speak again. “Just a moment.” 

Eiden chuckled, nodding and waiting patiently as Olivine walked over the loud duo, trying to look as serious as possible while giving a stern scolding about making a mess and playing inside the temple and how dangerous it could be.

“Sorry, father Olivine…” 

Eiden could hear them mutter, with their heads lowered. They were lucky, Eiden thought, if it was anyone else, they would probably be dragged outside by their ears, but Olivine let them go with a pat on top of their heads.

“Sigh, good thing they didn’t break anything this time,” Olivine chuckled, finally letting go of that serious and concerned facade that didn’t have the least to do with his true self. 

“Still, you always know how to handle this kind of thing. They didn’t seem sad at all when they left, but you still managed to scold them. As expected of our amazing Olivine ~”

“You’re too kind, mr. Eiden.” 

However, just when the priest thought it would be the end of their interaction, the Grand Sorcerer brought a topic back into their attention - this time a little more assertive about it. “Say it, Olivine, are you really ok? You are not overworking yourself again, are you?” 

“H-huh? What do you mean?” Olivine narrowed his eyes slightly, fearing he would have concerned Eiden somehow. “Thank you for worrying about me, but as you can see, I’m fine, mr. Eiden,” he said, as friendly as ever and wearing his usual bright and charming smile.

“Hmmm,” however, Eiden didn’t really seem to be convinced. In fact, it was pretty much like he hadn’t bought it at all. “Are you sure? You had such a distant gaze on your eyes and even seemed to be a little feverish…”

“I’m sorry that was the impression I gave you, mr. Eiden, but I was just distracte-”

“Perhaps,” Eiden interrupted, the concerned look on his face giving place to a smug, teasing grin, “you saw some hot guy wandering around the temple?” Eiden whispered, wiggling his eyebrows before starting to look around. “Where is he now? Does he work here as well?”

“W-what? Of course not, mr. Eiden!” Olivine gasped half offended, turning his head to the Grand Sorcerer with cheeks tainted in bright red from embarrassment. “I wouldn’t-”

“I know, I know, I'm just teasing you, hehe…” Eiden smiled brightly at him, but slowly let that expression fade into a more neutral one. “But if you don’t want to say it, then…”

“H-huh? Mr. Eiden?” Olivine chirped in confusion as Eiden held him by his wrist, pulling him gently before guiding out of the main hall of the temple. “Where are we going?” The priest gasped, trying to keep up with Eiden’s pace. The strange change of mood was somewhat unsettling, but Olivine knew there would be no harm in sticking around Eiden… right?

In a matter of seconds, they were far from others’ eyes. Eiden carefully guided the priest into one of the guests' rooms, making sure they would be by themselves. As soon as he stepped in, Olivine found himself trapped against the door, pinned down against the wooden surface by the very man he just decided to trust. Truth to be told, he couldn’t say something like that was unexpected.

“M-Mr. Eiden-”

“Well, you didn’t want to talk to me, so I thought I could… maybe… make a better offer?” Eiden smiled wickedly, not wasting a single second before pressing his lips on the contour of Olivine’s jaw, gently nuzzling at the side of his neck. “Would you please share it with me, O~li~vi~ne? ~”

“A-ah, Eiden..!” Olivine muttered in a rush, barely having time for the air to leave his lungs before pressing his lips shut, attempting to stop any embarrassing sound to escape so soon. Olivine reached for Eiden’s head with one hand, stroking his hair and gently scratching the back of his neck - mostly to encourage him, signing to go on. “I j-just- ah… I just got distracted-”

“By what?” Eiden interrupted, moving his head back to look at Olivine in the eyes. A piercing, demanding gaze made the priest weak at the knees, made him feel like his heart was being squeezed so hard that it would pop at any second. Oh, God of Klein, he thought, not sure if it was a prayer for mercy or to thank for having someone like Eiden in his life. “What did we talk about keeping secrets? I told you: you can share your desires with me, Olivine, all of them…”

Olivine went silent, turning his look to the side to avoid Eiden’s demanding gaze for a second. He indeed recalled hearing those words, having that conversation and the feeling of freedom, of weight being lifted from his shoulders when they, indeed, shared those ideas…

“W-well,” Olivine coughed, feeling his cheeks turning even hotter when Eiden seemed so focused about it. “You know those two kids I was talking to just now?” Eiden nodded, resting his chin on Olivine’s chest as he looked up to him, paying attention to every detail. Olivine sighed, “they were playing and- ahm, and one of them tickled the other and it made me think of…”

Olivine cringed so hard at what he was saying. The idea of Eiden listening to it didn’t help either, making the priest let out a sigh in embarrassment, taking a few seconds before continuing. “I-I mean, it’s just something fun and I used to play like that when I was younger and it’s been so long that… Well, I thought about it for a moment and, I-I imagine it would be fun?” Olivine stumbled over his own words, barely sure if what he was saying made sense. Yet, Eiden’s expression didn’t seem to change - the Grand Sorcerer kept the same relaxed, comforted smile, listening to him ever so carefully. “That’s just wishful thinking, I- no, we, as adults, have better things to do, no?”

“Olivine-”

“I know, it’s something so silly right, mr. Eiden?”

“Why would I think that?”

“H-huh?” Olivine looked down, seeing as Eiden stood back up with a confident expression. 

“Why would I think that’s silly? I told you I wanted to hear what you were thinking,” Eiden chuckled, kissing the priest’s cheek, holding him by his shoulders. “Don’t ever think I’d judge your interests like that, but since we are talking about it…” Eiden continued, sliding his hands down Olivine’s arms to hold both his hands. The Grand Sorcerer guided him to the middle of the room, closer to the tidied up bed.

“Tickling, hm? So you wanted to tickle me, Olivine?” Eiden suggested happily, sitting down on the bed and leaning back a bit, using his hands to support his body.

“W-well, no exactly…” Olivine giggled shyly, but as composed as ever. “Tickling you sounds intriguing, but I was actually thinking of getting-”

“Tickled?” Eiden hummed, leaning a bit closer to him. His eyes scanned Olivine from head to toe and a mischievous grin took place on his face.

“...yes,” Olivine nodded, already feeling butterflies on his stomach with anticipation. He knew Eiden was versed and familiar with a lot of exquisite things, so of course this wouldn’t be of any trouble to him - but there was something about the way he understood the assignment so rapidly that made Olivine doubt about what kind of ride he just signed in. “If you couhuhuld- ah!” 

With arms wrapped around his body, the priest giggled when he felt fingers wiggling around his stomach, testing out the waters - as if looking for the most ticklish spot. Eiden promptly rested his head on Olivine’s shoulder, which sent a shiver down the latter’s spine. Olivine laughed, holding onto Eiden’s wrists, but not trying to pry them off for a single second.

“Heheh, how does it feel? I don’t know why I didn’t try to tickle you sooner,” Eiden muttered in a monologue of his own, digging his fingers near Olivine’s waist. So far, his middle seemed like a good spot to target, specially close to the gemstone imbued into his body - guess that saying about the sensitivity being increased around them was true, after all. “Should I stop?”

“N-nohohoh ahahAHAhah, mr. Eheheiden, j-just slohohow down!” Olivine giggled, trying to scrunch up his shoulders as the mere fact of having Eiden’s head resting on one of them was making him feel ticklish already. With each stroke of Eiden’s fingers, Olivine felt like electricity ran across his body, making him laugh and squirm - in a good way.

“Hmmm, no, I don’t think I will,” Eiden chuckled, deciding to move one of his hands up and teasingly tickle Olivine just below his chest - which turned out to be more sensitive than he expected. “I didn’t know you had such a pretty laugh, I want to hear more, O~li~vi~ne~”

“AhahAHah, w-wahahait a secohohond!”

He should’ve known. Of course Eiden wouldn’t just play around a little and stop, he would take this “experience” to a whole other level - not that it was something to complain about, after all, it was something Olivine was looking for. Still, the priest couldn’t help but to be surprised in how quick Eiden found the right spots to make him breathless (well, in a different way from the other times when he had his breath taken away).

Eiden’s fingers continued to explore each inch of skin. Scratching Olivine’s sides, poking him in-between his ribs, blowing air against his ear and neck and even caressing his chest in that awfully ticklish manner. Olivine didn’t remember the last time he was tickled like that (nor that he was this ticklish, truth to be told), but, in the end, there was no way to deny how… good it felt.

“E-Eidehehen, plehehease! AhahahAHAha, m-my GohOHohod, wahahait a secohohond,” Olivine gasped between laughter, tiredly dropping his head down. He felt small tears of mirth clinging into his lashes while his heart was beating like it would pop out of his chest at any moment. 

Eiden leaned a bit forward, admiring the bright red tones on the priest’s cheeks. “What is wrong? I thought you wanted it, Olivine,” he chuckled, reducing the tickling to a couple of well aimed pokes around Olivine’s stomach and sides, keeping the other on the edge, not wanting him to completely recover from the previous onslaught.

“I d-dohoho, but I n-neehed to breheheath,” he whined light heartedly, using the last bits of strength to hold onto Eiden’s wrists.

The Grand Sorcerer smiled, moving his hands to bring Olivine into a tight, warm hug. Eiden pressed his cheek against Olivine’s, smiling while he sighed happily. “Fine, fine, we don’t want to overdo it, right? We can continue later if you want…”

“T-that, hahah… w-would be nice, indeed,” Olivine gasped, feeling like each of his limbs weighed a thousand pounds. His body was tired, but, at the same time, he felt an inexplicable warmth - a fuzzy and somewhat funny feeling. 

“So, while we wait…” Eiden muttered, pulling the priest down and pinning him against the mattress underneath them in the blink of an eye. Straddling his waist, the Grand Sorcerer looked down at him, one palm pressing against his chest while a malicious glow took place inside his eyes. “Why don’t we do something else?”