#ler!rhm

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“Reginalddd~”

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

“Where are you, Reggie?~”

Reginald held his breath as the metallic clanking drew closer to the bed he was hiding under.

What was I thinking?! I should never have authorized that upgrade!

All Reginald had wanted was to help RHM feel more useful. Having cleaning upgrades seemed like such a natural step, but he’d foolishly forgotten who he was giving these upgrades to, which led to his current predicament.

“I know you’re in here, Reggie, so come out, I just wanna clean up~”

“And I know what you really mean by ‘clean up!’” the brunette blurted, before covering his mouth.

Shit.

“There you are~”

SHIT.

Reginald yelped as he was suddenly dragged out from under the bed by the collar of his coat, before being held up in RHM’s bionic arm. The eyes staring back at him, one real and one cybernetic, yet both seeming evil, struck fear into his heart worse than any weapon could.

“I’ve been looking for you all over, Reg,” the redhead purred, holding his terrified husband just above the ground, his voice menacingly sweet. “So, why’d you hide, hm? You think you know what I’m going to do?~”

“I know exactly what you’re going to do, and I don’t want any part of it! I know you too well by now, Righty!” the brunette defended, only to be tossed lightly onto the bed and quickly pinned by a hand on his chest.

“Well, it’s too bad that you ‘don’t want any part of it’, but you know you’re the only one here I’d ever do it to. You know I’d much rather just hurt those idiots out there, but when it comes to you, you can say I’m much softer~”

Reg let out a quiet, whiny groan, averting his gaze from his absolutely evil husband.

“Fuck you, always knowing what to say… who even taught you that…?” he grumbled to himself.

“You did, dear,” the redhead reminded him, and Reginald couldn’t help but smile.

“I suppose I did, didn’t I? I see my own actions have returned to bite me in the ass once again…”

“Maybe they did, but for now let’s save the monologue about how easily you dug your own grave, and just skip to the fun part, shall we?~”

“NO! Nonononono, Righty, please, it doesn’t have to be this way! Have mercy on me!” he immediately began to squeal, squirming under RHM’s grasp, fighting down the wobbly smile growing on his face.

“‘Mercy’? I’m not even doing anything, Reg~”

“But you’re going to! A-and I don’t know exactly what it is, but I have a pretty basic understanding!”

“Hm, maybe I could be nice and let you know exactly what’s in store, hm? Just so you know exactly what to expect?~”

“Nono! No! That’s- That’d be worse!”

“Oh no, I think you need to know exactly what I’m going to do. So first, why don’t I get out this helpful little tool that you so graciously approved for me,” Right Hand Man decided before his hand transformed into something so innocent at any other time, yet terrifying in this single moment.

A feather duster.

“Oh shit, oh no no no,” Reginald tried to squirm his way out of his husband’s grip, failing miserably as he attempted to force down nervous giggles. “N-not the feathers!”

“Oh, it ain’t just feathers, Reggie,” RHM chuckled softly to himself, “Although I could just finish you off with this alone. See, you made the mistake of being so vague, that not only did they use real feathers, but…” suddenly the duster began spinning at his wrist, earning a startled squeal from Reginald as his begging renewed.

“NO! Nononono, please! Right Hand Man! Please, no, I-I’ll die! It’ll kill me! You- you can’t!” he rambled, unsure if he was trying to buy time or just talk his way out of it, however it seemed that neither of those plans would work very well, if the look the redhead was giving him was any indication.

“Now you and I both know damn well it’s not going to kill you, I’ll make sure of that. But I wouldn’t be surprised if you can’t even think when I’m done with you. Now, how about you stop trying to stall, and just laugh for me?~”

Reginald couldn’t even come up with a proper response before those feathers were pressed against his belly, pulling high, squealing cackles from his mouth faster than his own brain could comprehend. He tried to grab onto RHM’s arm and pull him away, but the whirring of the inner mechanics created such intense vibrations that it quickly became unbearable to hold, so he settled for merely pushing at his chest. That, too, did little to dissuade his husband from his mission; tickle Reginald until he can’t even think.

Despite the distractions of his chest being pushed at like Reginald was fighting for his life, or the sounds of his legs kicking behind him, RHM could only focus on one thing and one thing only; Reginald’s face. Eyes squeezed shut, blushing cheeks and a smile so wide it practically lit up his whole face, and the sound of laughter mixed with gibberish that the redhead knew was supposed to be some kind of ‘angry’ speech about how he was awful and evil and such a monster. And although he knew that calling himself a tickle monster would quickly shut Reginald up, he was having much more fun listening to him try to string together a single word, let alone the ramble Reginald was trying to put together.

Of course, that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease him at all.

“Awww, poor Reggie, you just can’t stand the tummy tickles, can you?” the redhead purred, chuckling softly. “You are just too cute… and too ticklish, right? Is that why you’re squealing so loud? Such an adorable sound, though, I don’t think I ever want to stop it~”

Despite this, as soon as Reginald’s voice became more hiccup than laughter, he stopped right away, sitting next to him and pulling him carefully into his arms, gently patting his back.

“There you go, breathe in, breathe out,” he encouraged as Reg struggled to stop giggling and get his breathing under control.

“Youhuhu… ehevihihil…” the brunette managed, going limp in his husband's arms, earning another soft chuckle.

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Henry squealed as tickling hands made contact with his belly, pinned underneath the weight of his tickler, none other than Reginald. It’d be a lie to say he regretted the decisions that caused him to be in this position; he may have given one too many playful insults to the former, who’d clearly had enough. Despite this, the brunette had told his husband and Right Hand Man to stand down, opting to ‘take care of him’ himself.

And of course by ‘take care of him’, he meant tickle Henry until he apologized (or until he got bored).

“My, no wonder you’re so ticklish here, Henry!” the brunette commented sweetly, “You were quite skinny when you first joined, it’s nice to see how you’ve improved!”

He wanted to tell Reginald to shut up, but he also knew better. He knew that’d only get him even more tickles, and more teases.

At the same time, that just made it even more tempting, somehow.

Of course, before he could get a word of his own in, the brunette continued with the teases thinly veiled as compliments.

“Oh, and your laughter! It’s so loud, but maybe that’s just because of how ticklish you are here,” the former leader noted, “Did you know that this is actually one of the first things I realized I liked about you? It’s just one of those things that stays in your mind. But, I’m sure I’m not the first to tell you that. And if I am, well, then let me say, I’m honored~”

Henry was so torn between covering his rapidly reddening face and grabbing Reg’s evil hands, even if just to hold them where they were kneading into his belly. As a result, they were all over the place, unable to keep still, needing to spend that ticklish energy without a real way to do so.

“Henry, I have a feeling you’ve got something you want to say something to me~”

Shit.

“Go on, I’m listening~”

He’d caught on. Henry knew it. He knew he had a habit of going on and on when he was being tickled normally, and holding it all in was almost as torturous as the tickles were. But at the same time, he couldn’t figure out what to say, which was a whole new feeling he didn’t know what to do with… until he remembered RHM. Or more specifically, remembered the redhead was still there.

“RIHIHIHIGHT! HEHEHEHELP!” he begged, reaching out for the taller, who was still standing beside the bed Reginald had Henry pinned on. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

He heard the cyborg huff out a quiet chuckle and felt the bed sinking where he sat above the leader’s head.

“Alright…” Henry heard the telltale, low voice.

Yes!

He suddenly felt his wrists being grabbed.

“But I’m helping Reg, not you~”

Fuck.

Before he knew how to react, Henry’s hands were pinned against the pillow. He quickly realized that, as bad as it was not knowing what to do with them, having no control was way worse. His mind raced, trying to figure out what the fuck he was supposed to do now.

“See, Henry? Even Righty understands how adorable you are~” Reginald piped up again, earning what was supposed to be a groan from Henry, though it was all but lost in his laughter.

“IHI AHAM NOHOHOHOT!” he protested, though it seemed that was another thing Reginald wasn’t having.

“Now now, this isn’t an argument, Henry. It’s just fact that you are utterly adorable, every squeal and laugh confirms it, and you’re doing quite a lot of both! Not to mention, your smile, and that lovely blush! There’s no point in denying it when it’s on display for me and Righty to see.”

“SHUHUHUHUHUT!” the leader tried to demand, but once again, any ferocity in his tone was undermined by his own uncontrollable laughter. Still, he could try.

“Oh, so now you’re telling Reg to ‘shut’?~”

Ah, shit.

Right butting in was the one thing he was afraid of. He knew the redhead wouldn’t actually tickle him, of course, but his voice was just as lethal.

It was no secret RHM used his voice as a weapon, as well. As long as Henry had known him, the cyborg had used his voice, whether to shut down a budding rebellion, defend him or Reginald personally, and make his own opinions the most prominent in the room. But as threatening as his voice was, he also knew how to use it with Reginald and Henry themselves.

Unfortunately for Henry, that included teasing.

“You’re in no position to be giving orders right now, Henry,” the redhead practically cooed, his low, gruff voice terrifyingly sweet. “Not while we’ve got you. And I think I’ve got an idea of how to get that through your head~”

An embarrassing snort escaped Henry’s throat as he suddenly felt light traces on his arms, way too close to his underarms, and for a few moments, the tickles suddenly ceased. Henry tried his best to catch his breath, hearing Reginald let out an amused giggle and just barely able to catch a muffled chuckle from RHM before suddenly it all started back up again.

“What was that, Henry?” the brunette questioned, amusement still clear in his voice. The leader shook his head, refusing to answer, but snorted again as the mysterious, light sensations were back.

“WHAHAT IHIHIS THAHAHAHAT?!” 

“That would be me,” RHM informed him.

Oh god now he’s in on this.

He realized it wasn’t the redhead’s hands holding his arms down anymore; it was his legs. It was worse because with Right’s full body weight keeping him down, there was absolutely no chance of escape. All he could do was laugh as the tickles continued relentlessly.

“Now…” he heard RHM beginning to ponder, immediately panicking despite not actually knowing what he was planning, just needing to know that combined with Reginald’s tickles, it would be so bad. “What happens if I tickle here?~”

Henry wished he could deny the squeal that practically ripped from his throat as he suddenly felt Right’s fingers pressing into his underarms, causing him to thrash underneath the weight of his two absolutely evil lovers.

“NAHAHAHAPLEHEHEHEASE!! NAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT! AHAHANYTHIHIHING BUHUT THAHAHAT!!” he begged, feeling tears of mirth forming in his eyes as it felt like his whole torso was filled with electricity. Fruitlessness be damned, he was thrashing like his life depended on it!

“Anything?~ Righty, stop for a moment, I have an idea,” Reg urged, and Henry gasped for air as, all at once, the tickles ceased completely. For a few moments, he didn’t care about what Reginald was planning, he just wanted to get his breathing back to normal.

Until he heard the brunette taking a deep breath.

He didn’t even have time to protest before a sudden raspberry at his belly cut him off with his own wheeze, before he was lost in silent laughter, his thoughts filled with nothing but fireworks and electricity. The tears in his eyes rolled down his cheeks, and, to his own relief, the raspberry was cut short by Reginald’s own laughter.

“Oho my goohohohodnehess! Hehe- Henry ahare you okay?” the brunette asked, clearly trying to sound concerned, though now he was the one suffering from laughter undermining his tone. Now that the leader was able to calm down, he realized Right was laughing at him, too, clearly just as amused by Henry’s wheezing as his husband.

He felt as suddenly all the weight left him, before he was scooped gently into Reginald’s arms, snuggling into him as the brunette’s gloved hand wiped away his mirthful tears as he tried to get his giggling under control.

“I’m gonna go get him some water,” RHM decided, shortly before patting Henry’s back and leaving the room, and with him gone, Reginald spoke up.

“I think he’s finally started to like you the way I do, Henry,” the brunette told him, “that’s the first time he’s ever tickled you!”

Just like that, the leader remembered what Reginald had said when they’d first gotten together, how it would take RHM a long time to warm up to the idea of any playful or romantic gestures towards Henry, and that it was just how he was, it was nothing personal.

Henry felt the lingering smile on his face widen as he snuggled even more into Reginald.

“You really think so?” he asked, almost nervous to know the answer.

“Of course! My goodness, he gave you a look so soft, you’d think he thought you were me! You’re lucky, Henry, it took him nearly a year and a half to see me that way, and it’s only been what, a few weeks since you’ve joined us?”

“Heh… maybe loving you made loving easier for him… You’ve got that effect on people, y’know?”