#ticklish!seth

Jane's words had barely left her mouth before she swung at him again, dislodging her hand and making Seth lose his balance, just to clash at him once more, with the upper hand this time.

"I-I won't lose..!" Seth groaned, now seeing Jane's blades from a much closer distance. He gritted his teeth, baring his short fangs as the baton pressed more and more towards his own neck. For a training, Jane sure wasn't going easy against him, but he knew that was partly his fault for asking her to go all out on him.

Without much room to think, Seth let his instinct decide for him. He clenched both his hands around his weapon, trying to double his push's strength. Jane only smirked down at him. "So naive…"

What did she mean by that? What was wrong this time? Seth couldn't figure it out at first, but it took him a mere second to realize and repent his recent decisions.

"J-Jahane!" He gasped in surprise, flinching as he felt her tail poking at his side once, twice, thrice… "W-wahait, this is cheheating!"

"And what sort of villain plays by the rules, kitty?" She smirked, seeing his nose scrunch up as she traced a path up to his armpit, poking the soft spot between the muscles. With a loud, giggly squeal, Seth's arms faltered — just the opening she was looking for.

"A-aha— agh!"

Thud.

'Damn it', he thought, feeling the cool ground against his back. He slowly opened his eyes, faced with Jane's amused grin and the sharp, razor-like edge of the tip of her tail inches from his face. He let out a small whimper as he tried to move, feeling her grip around one of his hands and the weight of her knee pinning down the other.

"If I was a real villain, kitty," she purred, reaching out for his neck with her free hand, "you'd have a big problem right now…"

"I-I know," Seth muttered in a rush, tilting his chin up as he felt her grip hovering over his throat, her thumb brushing slightly against his Adam's apple. "But that was—"

"Nah-ah," she interrupted, pressing a finger down against his lips, "it's your fault for leaving yourself open like that. I thought you'd have understand it by now," her eyes moved, scanning his body, "maybe I should make it clearer?"

"H-huh?" He blinked, confused. What did she— oh. Oh. "W-wait, ms. Jahane, you dohon— ahAHA! NAHAhahat thahAHAt! It tihihickles!"

"My, and you're giving in just like that?" She clicked her tongue, feigning a serious tone to make her scolding more convincing while she tickled under his stretched out arm, letting her nails gently, but quickly, glide over his sensitive skin. "Now you just told me exactly how to torture you, kitty."

"B-Buhut- AHAha, t-thihis wahahasn't p-part ohof the trahahaining!" He laughed brightly, kicking his feet behind her and squirming as much as her grip allowed him to. He felt his strength flowing out of him with the laughter, his muscles growing useless the more she tickled him.

"But it should've been," she retorted, scratching a little harder and making his giggles raise a pitch. "If some bad guy wanted, I bet he could get all of our reports out of you just with this. We need to put you under some intensitve resistance training, kitty…"

“Can you stop?!” Seth groaned, dropping his head into the mess of blankets, pillows and sheets in the bed. His hand, however, was still clasped tightly around that slim, delicate arm. His fingers trembled and his ears and tail dropped in defeat. “Asaba-senpai, please!”

“I’m starting to feel like fifte-”

“Okay!” Seth gasped, looking up to the cruel, sadic man he dared to call a partner. “T-ten, alright, but you’ll take it all, ok?! No more weird requests after this one,” he pouted tiredly, almost as if he was on the verge of crying.

The only answer that came back his way was Harumasa’s cheeky smile. “It’s a deal, then,” Harumasa nodded.

Sigh.

Seth slowly pushed his body up, getting on his knees and looking at Harumasa with a frustrated frown. “Where are the rest of the pills?” He mumbled, sliding off the bed and walking around his senior’s room.

“In the bathroom, inside the mirror’s storage ~” Harumasa sang, laying back down on his bed and crossing his arms behind his head, “it’s the one with the white label!” He instructed, but barely bothered himself to check if Seth was picking the right one.

If only Seth hadn’t asked about it earlier, he wouldn’t be in this situation right now…

The thiren slowly made his way to the mentioned spot, looking at his own reflection while his brain recollected the earlier events of that morning with bittersweet regret. He knew Harumasa’s health wasn’t one to be praised or taken lightly - and that was exactly why Seth couldn’t help but be weirded out when his senior seemed to be skipping his morning medicine.

‘I’m tired of them. If I die, I die,’ was the nonchalant answer Seth got when he asked about it. Of course, he wouldn’t let it be like that. He would be overlooking his duties as an officer if he did not care for a citizen’s well-being and, even worse, as a person if he let Harumasa, of all people, do such harm to himself.

And just like that, an endless sequence of requests begin, one after the other. The deal was simple: if Harumasa agreed to take his pills, Seth would do him a little favor.

Feed his cat. Brew that morning’s coffee. Tidy up the bedroom (postponed, as they had yet to leave the bed). Take him out for dinner later that day. And so on. Seth couldn’t help but be a little surprised at the amount of different kinds of medicine his senior was on, but, at the same time, this whole thing wasn’t too much of a hassle anyway.

That, at least, until that one request dropped. ‘Let me tickle you’. Seth sighed, shivering and cringing just at the memory of those words. He picked up the flask with the white label, slowly making his way back to Harumasa’s bed.

“Here, Asaba-senpai,” he mumbled, handing Harumasa a single pill that rested on top of his palm. “Do you need some water to help you swallow it?” 

Harumasa shook his head.

Just after placing it inside his mouth, Harumasa tilted his head back, letting the medicine go down his throat effortlessly - probably a trick after taking those for so long. “It’s a small one, it barely bothers me at this point.”

“I see, then I- woAH!” Seth gasped, caught by surprise as Harumasa held him by his wrist and pulled him back into the mattress. Before he noticed, he was laying flat on his back and a devious, evil pair of eyes stared at him. “W-wahait, Asaba-sehehenpai!”

“Stop laughing, I’m not even touching you yet,” Harumasa mumbled, pinning one of Seth’s hands under his leg as he straddled the thiren’s body and the other held up above his head. “How long was it? Twenty minutes, right?”

“I-It was ten! You said tehehen minuhu-ahAHah, w-wait, plehehease!” Seth giggled in panic, feeling ticklish just by seeing Harumasa’s hand hovering above his unprotected armpit. He kicked his legs behind his senior, his tail curling up with the anticipation that seemed to race through his whole body. “I’m nohot reahahady!!”

“Huh?” Harumasa scoffed, his hand resting on top of Seth’s chest, “you're an officer, shouldn’t you always be prepared for anything?”

“P-prepahared for my duhuties! Not to be tihihi- aAH, sehehenpai, dohohon’t!” Seth squeaked like a dog’s toy when Harumasa poked him under his arm. He felt the heat gathering around his face, spreading down his neck. His heart was beating so fast that he worried it would explode.

Harumasa, however, seemed to be enjoying each and every one of these reactions. “You know, we don’t have all day,” he giggled, lying with a straight face as if he wouldn’t want to spend the whole day with Seth instead of being in that boring office. “I will count to three and we will start.”

“W-wahait, senpai, thahat’s too-”

“One.” Harumasa started, even pulling Seth’s hand a little higher to stretch out his body.

“NOhoho, plehehease, j-juhust a momen-”

“Two.” He continued, curling his fingers into a claw and grabbing Seth’s side, feeling the other guy jumping at the mere feeling of his touch. Oh this was going to be good, he thought.

“SEHenpai! D-dohont! Please!”

“Three.”

As soon as that word left Harumasa’s lip, Seth went silent, as if it shattered his hopes of escaping that nasty deal that got himself in this situation. Then, the brief silence was replaced by a stream of loud, surprised laughter when Harumasa’s fingers wiggled and tweaked at Seth’s sides.

It tickled - and it tickled a lot. Seth arched his back off the mattress, slightly lifting Harumasa along as he squirmed under his senior’s weight. “W-wAHAHAhait!! I-I nehEHeheded mohohore tihiHIme! SehehEHEnpai, plehehease!”

“We don’t have more time, Seth,” Harumasa hummed pleased, repeatedly squeezing Seth’s side and tickling the edges of his stomach, his fingers working wonders on that sensitive, defined body. “Can’t have you being late for work, right? We need to get down to business!”

“T-THIHihis is nohot busihihiness!” Seth whined, his hand clenching into a tight fist above his head while he dug his heels into the soft blanket that surrounded them.

He pulled at both his arms, only to find them both still firmly trapped, held out of Harumasa’s way and unable to stop the ticklish onslaught. All he could do was thrash his head and kick his feet, all in vain and for nought.

Despite the squirming, Harumasa could still tickle his stomach, side, ribs and armpit - the latter giving him even louder laughter from Seth. “AHAHASAHa- Ahahasaba-senpahAHai, nohoho! Sto-stohohop it, plehehease!”

“We had a deal, officer,” Harumasa giggled, gently scratching the outstretched, soft skin under Seth’s arm, making him cackle like a dork. “And I intend to take my part of it~”

Harumasa went on with his teasing, saying something about Seth’s honor and if he wouldn’t hold up to his reputation as part of the PubSec’s team, but the thiren couldn’t really mind it - not when it felt like he was about to die from laughing.

“But I have to say,” Harumasa muttered, unable to keep his mouth shut for more than twenty seconds, “you are doing really well! We’re already past the three minutes mark, just some mo-”

“T-Three?!” Seth gasped, his eyes wide open, as if ready to jump out of their sockets.

“Mhm, it really flies when we are having fun, doesn’t it?” Harumasa nodded, wiggling his fingers around Seth’s neck, scratching his chin and then teasing above his collarbone, “you are blushing, isn’t that cute? ~”

“S-Sehehenpai, plehEHEhease!! AHAHah, I cahAhan’t- noho mohohore!” He whined, a soft cry that barely made it past the endless laughter. 

Time flying? That sounded even more absurd to Seth than Harumasa’s request. It already felt like he was laughing for hours. He felt the corner of his cheeks hurting, just like his throat going dry and, still, all of this after just three minutes? Seth couldn’t believe it.

Just when he was about to plea for some mercy again, hoping that maybe a different excuse could make it up to Harumasa’s mind… the tickling stopped.

Seth slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurred while small tears of mirth clung to his lashes. His dazed mind took a moment to process, but a familiar sound made his ear twitch: his phone’s ringing.

“S-senpai..?” Seth asked, watching as Harumasa moved his hand away from Seth’s neck to reach for his phone. Harumasa held his finger before his lips, probably to tell Seth to keep his presence a secret, and took the call, holding the phone next to Seth’s face. “A-ah, ahem, hello, Seth spea-”

“Hi Seth, good morning,” a female voice on the other side of the line answered, “are you on your way to work?”

“My way to wor-” Seth stopped, feeling the words stuck on the back of his mouth as Harumasa gave him a threatening look, “y-yes, captain! I- ahm, had an issue at the dorm, but I’m on my way!”

“Don’t worry, I just wanted to ask you a favor. Could you grab me and Qingyi a coffee when you pass by the shop? You can buy something for yourself too, my treat.”

“A coffee?” He sighed, relieved. Maybe there was still some time, “s-sure, I will be there in a couple min-”

Beep.

“S-senpai! I wasn’t done talking, the captain will thin-”

Right, sorry. Dad doesn’t think there’s anything we can do, they’re allowed to come back, that’s what the treaty is all about, after all. ‘Peacefully coexisting’. The disgust was evident, even in his mental voice. Alright, that I caught, is this about your Dad, Seth?

I don’t think it’s possible to ‘coexist’ with a Leech. Paul's voice cut in, cutting off whatever defensive response Seth was about to shoot back. There’s a whole frigging continent for them to live in, why can’t they just live somewhere else?

Or even better, Embry Call chuckled, a brief image of ducking a low branch flashing through the pack mind, they can go live in Switzerland.

At least here I can keep an eye on them. Jake muttered shortly, slowing as he and Seth reached Sam Uley’s place.

Or an eye on Bella’s arse anyway. Paul snickered.

Shaking his head, Seth only caught the beginning of Embry’s quelling comment before he and Jake both phased, trotting into the house he was learning to call a second home. “Mmm, are those pumpkin scones that I smell?”

“If I find even one of those missing, Jacob Black, I will know exactly who to blame!” A female voice floated out of the kitchen, a wooden spoon waving at them around the archway to emphasise her unsaid threat.

Gaping in Emily’s direction, Jacob glared at a sniggering Seth before turning to his alpha and pointing wordlessly. “I – she – Sam!”

“Don’t look at me, she’s always right.” The taller shape-shifter shrugged from where he was lounging on the couch, eyes twinkling in amusement.

“Even when I’m wrong.” Emily nodded, placing a tray laden with just enough scones for one each on the coffee table. “And don’t you forget it. One. Each, Jacob Black, you will leave one for Embry and Paul or so help me.”  The dark haired girl laughed as she slipped back into the kitchen.

“What do the elders have to say?” Sam Uley asked, the question seeming to summon three other bodies from the yard.

“What we thought.” Seth almost laughed at the tone of utter disgust that always laced Jake's words when the Cullen's were brought up. “Unless she went unwillingly, they aren't violating the treaty. If she comes back turned, that’s a separate matter, but unless that happens…” Jake trailed off.

“If she comes back a Leech, can we prove it was one of them?” Jared’s quiet voice cut in thoughtfully. “I mean, how do we prove that?”

“We don’t have to.” Jake growled, crumbling his last piece of scone in his fingers.

“We do have to, or we could well have their whole race on our arses” Sam growled back, the subtle undertone in his voice causing Jake’s eyes to drop to his feet.

“These scones are really good” Quil Ataera moaned, “Leah if you aren’t going to eat yours-”

“Boys.” The only female of the pack rolled her eyes with a scowl, lobbing hers at Quil’s head. “I don’t see why we don’t just tell them to pack up and get out if they come back. They have a whole continent, if they want to stay in America”

“Paul will be thrilled” Seth snickered, “he said the same thing.”

_______

“I have nothing in common with that moron.” Leah was still yelling a half hour later, to the mutual amusement and annoyance of the rest of the pack. Seth sighed, jumping somewhat as Jake fell onto the couch beside him.

“So do you want to tell me what that was earlier?” He asked casually, eyes still flicking between the doors, as though he expected Bella to walk, or stumble, rather, Seth snickered mentally, through it at any moment.

“What?” Leaning back, Seth sounded casual, but Jake could tell from his posture that he’d hit a sore spot, if he’d been in Wolf form, his tail would have dropped to between his legs.

“I’m sorry, Seth.” He said quietly. “I should have thought, asked Sam to send Quil-”

“No.” Seth’s voice was oddly quiet as he spoke, “No, I have to learn to deal with it. Especially because Leah – and the pack – they need me to be as strong as they are”

“There is no ‘learning to deal with it’, Seth.” Jake put a hand on his knee quietly, speaking in undertones so he didn’t draw the attention of any of the others, “You just remember, and one day – one day it won’t hurt when you do. I don’t really remember my mother, I was only a kid, after all. But I do remember my sisters, and my Dad’s hurting. I don’t think I was old enough to understand what was happening. It will get better, promise.”

“Right, I know, it’s just-” Seth shrugged, blinking rapidly and looking away from him.

“Yeah. Just. You’ll get there – let’s catch some leeches in the meantime, right?” Jake squeezed his knee supportively, leaning back in amusement as the younger wolf squawked and lurched forwards in response.

“No – really?” Jake laughed, leaning towards him with a sadistic glint sparkling in his eyes.

“Really.” A female voice laughed, it took Jake a moment to recognise it as Leah, a happy Leah? “Ticklish as a three year old.” Their argument forgotten, the other members of the pack looked over curiously, Leah apparently having been paying partial attention to her younger brother.

“Leah!” Seth yelped, scrambling backwards and away from a rapidly advancing Jacob Black.

“This makes things much more interesting” Quil laughed, quirking a mischievous eyebrow at the fourteen year old who’d scrambled backwards into his legs, now blocking his way out.

“No, no, it doesn’t – I mean it, this isn’t-” Seth yelped, trying to scramble upwards and away from them as Jake swiftly pinned him to the ground, easily catching his flailing fist with the help of Quil, now crouched at his head. “Seriously, you guys need to let me g-gaha, J-Jahake-”

“Here, gimme those” Quil laughed, easily pinning the younger wolfs arms above his head. “You a little tickly, Sethie?” he taunted, adjusting his grip as Seth struggled to pull his arms down to protect where Jake was drumming his fingers along his stomach.

“I think he might be, want to smile for us, Seth?” Jake laughed, trailing his fingers along his sides, slipping them underneath his shirt to scratch rapidly at the sensitive skin.

“Nohoho, J-Jake I swehear to God-” Squirming underneath the two older boys, Seth bit his lip, arching his back and trying to lever them off, cursing them all mentally.

“Don’t tell me this is getting to you? Just smile Seth, and maybe I’ll stop” Jake teased, scampering rough fingers up his sides to dig at his ribs “Is this a bit better? Bothering you a bit less?” wriggling his fingers into the gaps between his ribs, he vibrated his fingers quickly, laughing as the fourteen year old arched his back, giggles pouring from his mouth.

“Nohononono, Jahahahahacohob, Quhiheeheheel lehet gohoho yohou bahahahastard” Seth babbled, his face flushing pink and his legs kicking out vainly behind them.

“What, does this bother you, Seth?” Jake twisted his wrist, dragging his blunt fingers up and down his friends ribs, pressing firmly enough to wriggle against each rib as he went by. “Just a little bit?”

“Yeheeeheheheehees Yehehehes it frihihigging bohohothers me” Squealing as the older boy  suddenly jammed his fingers under his arms, Seth pulled furiously at the hands holding him down, shaking his head in denial

“Mind your mouth Seth Clearwater, don’t make me come over there!” Leah laughed, ignoring the gaping Jared beside her

“Cohohome ohohohon, I’m smihihihiling, Nahahahahohohoono, Jahahake cut it ohohohout!” Seth was all but howling, sounding oddly like his Wolf counterpart as he strained against Quil’s grip on his wrists.

“I did say maybe.” Jake shrugged, switching from scrabbling his fingers in his armpits to digging his thumbs into the ticklish skin, slowly massaging them deeper into his underarms.

“BahahahaAAHAHAHASTARD, AHahahahaaa, stahahahahaaahahahap, Stuhuhupid muhuhuhutt” Squeezing his eyes closed, Seth swore mentally, bucking his hips, madly trying to throw the larger wolves off him. Trust me to go wolf when I’m angry, but not when I’m being tortured. “Nohoho Leeahahaa NAAAAAHAHAHA QUIHIHIHIT NOSTOPDON’T-"

Jake laughed, glancing behind him to see the usually foul-tempered girl perched on her brother’s shins, squeezing viciously at the tops of his knees. “Temper, temper. See, now I want an apology”

“Come on Seth, apologise, and I’ll make him stop.” Leah laughed, smiling for the first time since her life had blown apart.

“AlrIHIHIHIGHT ALRIHIHGHT, SORRYI’mSOHOHOOORRY, chrihhihihist, stahahahahaaap pleeheheeheease stahahap.” Seth babbled, shaking his head, tears slipping down his now flaming cheeks.

“Come on wolf-boy, let him breathe” Leah laughed, patting Jake’s shoulder, her eyes glistening with a thank you that he knew she’d never be able to speak. Nodding to her, Jake stood up off the still babbling shape-shifter with a laugh.

“Saved by your big sister,”

“You jerks” Seth breathed as he glared, embarrassed, at the chuckling wolves around him.

“Maybe. Wanna know a secret though? Jake is just as ticklish.” Quil laughed, glancing at his packmate slyly.

“No, we are not going there, don’t even start it. You’ll lose, Quil, you really don’t want to get into this with me-”