#ler!four

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Four and X were at the Pillary Ruins, watching their contestants compete in the current contest.

The pair sat together in the grass, with X absent-mindedly swinging his legs. His attention was split between watching the contestants and daydreaming.

That is, until he caught a sudden movement in the corner of his eye.

In a brief blur of blue, Four had quite literally slid behind him. X, not thinking much of the action, returned to his daydreaming and semi-observing of the contestants.

He was quickly pulled back to reality again, however, when Four’s hands snaked around to his front, coming to rest on his lower two nubs.

X tilted slightly back in a vain attempt to view the other. “Four?”

“What is it, X?” He heard Four respond.

“What are you doing?”

“Mm nothing.”

“Oh, alright.” X sat back upright, his legs remaining still as he registered the slight warmth from Four’s hands against his body.

Just then, Four’s hands scrunched into X, quickly returning to their original position a few seconds later.

X jolted, startled by the feeling. “Ah! Four!”

“What?” Four replied from behind once more.

“What did you just do?”

“I already told you, I’m not doing anything.”

“Hmm,” X considered the claim, “okay, if you say so.”

X remained suspicious. Despite not actually seeing anything, he was sure that he had felt Four move. He glanced down, subtly keeping his eyes trained on Four’s hands, which were currently motionless.

Not a minute later, however, X watched as Four scrunched into him, twice, in rapid succession.

“Aha-!” A laugh was forced out of X. “Fohour!”

“Hrrngh, what is it this time?”

“I know that was you! I caught your hands moving!”

“Well then,” Four growled, “if you’re so certain…”

Four began relentlessly scrunching his hands into X, who fell backwards into him, laughing.

“Fohohour! Wahait!”

“Is this what you prefer, X?” Four taunted, keeping up the action.

“Nohoho! Stohop ihit!”

Four switched from scrunching to rapidly scribbling against the yellow surface.

“How about this?”

“AHAHA! WOHORSE! HAHA!” X cackled, waving his arms in the air.

“Kitchy-koo~”

“NOHO! NO TEHEASING!”

X squirmed around in Four’s hold, unable to evade his scribbling fingers.

Eventually, starting to feel slightly overwhelmed, X gripped Four’s wrists, prying them off and holding them away from his body. Four made no effort to stop him.

Still lying back against the other, X regained his breath, Four’s hands remaining stationary in his grasp. He soon felt Four’s arms retract and allowed his own to flop to the ground.

After resting in silence for a while, X suddenly gave a small start. He had felt a poke to his side, right in the spot between his two nubs. It was shortly followed by another poke to the opposite side.

“Ehe, Fohour, stop it.” X giggled out as a third poke landed.

“No.” Four hummed, poking X a fourth time.

Before he could respond, a barrage of pokes were suddenly launched against X’s sides.

“Ehehe! Nohoho!” X attempted to move away, but Four yanked him back.

He then lightly pinched X’s sides, keeping hold as X started to squirm. “Boop.”

“Aah! Lehet goho!” X squealed, wriggling around to try and free himself.

“Struggling will only make it worse.” Four commented, giving his sides an additional, small squeeze.

“Nohoho! Relehease me!”

Four grumbled. “Fine, if you insist.”

He then let go of X, allowing the other a moment of respite, before raising his hands and sharply tasing X in the sides.

“EHEEK!” X shrieked, reflexively kicking out his legs. The action caused him to slip and fall back, landing directly in Four’s lap.

Opening his eyes, X was greeted by the sight of an upside-down Four smiling down at him.

“Hello X.”

“Hi Four…” X sighed, a tired smile on his face.

Four’s hands began to descend towards him, fingers wiggling.

X quickly intercepted, clutching Four’s wrists.

“Noho! No more.”

“You sure?” Four grinned, wiggling his fingers once more.

“Yehes.”

“Okay.” Four pulled his hands back, planting his palms on the ground as he watched X sit up.

Righting himself, X felt a hand land on top of him, patting him shortly thereafter.

“Want to get ready for when they finish the contest?”

“Yeah!” X exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air. “Let’s do it.”

The pair of co-hosts then set to work, planning for the remainder of the episode.

Each of them genuinely cared for the other, which was evident in the small moments they shared together, away from the action. Neither one would trade their chaos-filled relationship for the world.

“Tris”, Four hissed, flinching, his arms on both sides of his torso now, trying to protect his sensitive skin: “Please.”

„I think that’s cute.“, she giggled, teasing the inked skin on his spine.

„I. Am. Not. Cute.“, he replied growling. His body kept flinching, while he stayed put, right in front of his crush.

„Yes, you are.“, she said, now softly caressing the back of his ribs.

„Tris!“

„Four. You want to be kind, right? Be kind and let me tease you.“

„Noho way.“, he laughed out loud, when her fingertips suddenly grasped his hips, squeezing them a couple of times. He nearly jumped away. Four seemed to have this spot in common with her brother Caleb. She had him in a tight hold now, squeezing those sensitive spots even more. Tris was very talented at teasing him with a long forgotten weakness, but Four was still a very skilled and trained Dauntless-soldier. In a quick yet strong move he reached back, getting a hold on her right wrist with his right hand, pulling her around. She shrieked, surprised and still giggling, found herself now, her back against his chest, with her man. He was holding her wrist up with one hand, the other arm was wrapped around her own torso, his fingertips on her upper ribs now. She giggled, trying to duck down or wiggle away from him, but he kept her right on the spot.

„Tris?“, he smirked, leaning down a bit, whispering into her ear.

„Fohour?“, she was already alert, giggling and wiggling.

„It seems, we have a weakness in common, don’t we?“ And with that being said, his left hand sprung into action, wiggling and caressing over her ribs, teasing the strong muscles and soft skin between, tormenting the soft skin on top of her bones.

„Ehey!“, she shrieked, completely at the mercy of his touch.

„Huh“, he grinned: „It’s kinda fun.“ He wiggled his fingers up and down her ribs, sometimes teasing the very soft skin of her armpit a little. His whispered words caressed over the sensitive skin of her neck and ear. She shrieked again, trying to lower her cheek or lifting her shoulder up to protect herself, but because her crush was still holding her wrist in a tight grip, there was less movement possible than she thought.

„Fohour, please“, she laughed aloud, flinching and wiggling underneath his playful touches - fingertips and lips as allies on different spots. He was leaving wet marks on her neck with his lips, teasing them with his breath, on purpose. She cackled, laughing and struggling in his embrace. Tris was throwing her head back against his strong chest, feeling the movements of his chest due to heavy breathes, behind her own back. He laughed along with her, lowering and softening the movements of his fingertips, gently stroking over her waist and tummy.

„Do you have enough?“, he murmured.

„I-hi do.“, she squeaked.

„If I let go now“, his fingertips ran softly over her tummy, from left to right, underneath her belly button.

„Ye-hes?“

„No funny business, okay?“, he lowered his voice.

„Ohokay.“, she giggled.

He twirled and flipped her around, like an old-fashioned dance move. They were chest to chest now. She had a bright smile on her face, eyes glistening with amusement, looking up at him. He kissed her forehead, her temple, her cheek, the tip of her nose and finally, he kissed her lips.

„See?“, she whispered afterwards.

„What?“