Operation: Survive
The one where Loid realizes he married a tickle monster
Never before have I felt this loss of control. This helpless sense of urgency that comes with the most evil of torture methods. I hope Franky is having more fun with Anya than I am here.
Loid was thankful that the drunken siblings were capable of some mercy, shown by how they slowed down to let him breathe. Or, how Yor stopped wiggling her fingers from their vantage point above his trapped arms, and Yuri paused only to take another drink from his glass. He did not get off of Loid's waist, and Yor did not get off of his arms. All that it had taken was poking and verbal teases from either side to get the spy down to the floor, where all hell had broken loose as two drunk tickle monsters found a new victim. Loid had forgotten what it felt like to laugh as hard as he just had, and his heart sunk when Yuri set his glass down to continue before he could catch his breath.
"P-plehease...You two, this is horrible!" His pout was not exaggerated, and the look of fear was in Loid's eyes, certainly not Twilight's, as Yuri wiggled his fingers above the other's stomach. It twitched as he sucked it in. "I don't deserve thihis!"
"Liar! You lied about being ticklish, and you know what I think about liars!" Stubborn as ever. "Now we're gonna prove it! We're gonna hear you really laugh! Not fake laugh!"
"You've already tickled me! You've been tickling meHEEE!"
Yuri had only poked him, but his body had jumped and curled in a ticklish way.
Loid shot his wife a pleading look. She seemed unphased and distant, and wordlessly dug her fingers back into his armpits. She lightly scratched over the thin cloth of his shirt and that alone was some of the most terrible tickling he had ever experienced in his life. He made a mental note to never let his enemies get this same chance his wife and brother-in-law had. His back jolted with each loud cackle as the sensations shot through his body, getting worked up and sensitive the longer it was teased. She would flick his red ears or neck occasionally and earn a genuine squeak each and every time.
"GaHAAA! GUYS, ah, ahHEE-AHH! KTH, nohohAHAHAHA! FUCK, FUCK, NOHOHOHO! I'M, AHA, HEEEEE!" He stomped his feet hard as Yuri yanked his shirt up to get at his belly button, a surprising spot that made Loid explode into loud, solid cackling and guffaws. Smirking at this reaction, the other leaned down to blow a raspberry on the spot and was met with uncharacteristically giddy, squealing giggles. Suddenly, the spy was a child again. Not in the bad ways - not the wars - but something about safety that he was too ticklish to think about at the moment.
Yor's fingers were on either side of his neck now, giving soft tickles that had him further devolving into utter, giddy panic. He never thought panicking could be done while laughing his brains out, and it was a mixture of fun and torture that left the spy confused.
Yuri's face lit up. His hands kept toying and poking at Loid's bare tummy and sides and hips, giggling and announcing the spots that proved Loid was ticklish. "See that navel? A lot of nerve endings are in this liar's tummy button! And just below it! See Loidy, we proved that you're really ticklish! Mmm, you need to be careful moving around that kitchen with sides this ticklish! Can you say how much this tickles, on a scale of liar to ticklish liar who regrets lying about being ticklish?"
Loid was breathless and begging through the sheer panic at the realization that Yuri wouldn't stop and Yor was in a similar state. "Pleheheeease! Oh, OH, GAHAHAHAHAD!"
All ten fingers, scratching and wiggling into that little soft spot just below his belly button. The bastard-in-law was having a good time. "Is this a tickly-wickly spot? Right here? Is this a spot that makes wittle Loidy-liars tell the truth? Is it?" He teased, and Loid's eyes widened. Would either of them speak this way sober?! This was humiliating and the sheer forced hilarity was what made him laugh harder, not the fact that the teasing had him flustered beyond measure and made the silly torture even worse.
"OHOHOHO! NahhhhhhaaaaaAAAH!" He wheezed. His face and ears were a bright shade of red and on fire.
Yor's fingers never let up despite her silence, a side effect of the alcohol. Something to do with being practiced as an older sister perhaps, but she knew what tickling where caused the best reactions for Loid. Digging into his armpits, drawing random shapes or writing words in them, scratching under his chin softly, tapping down to his ribs where Loid would squirm. Yuri's fingers joined hers on the lower ribs, which seemed to be worse than his sides from how much he wriggled. She felt her face flushing at the realization her husband, who was always so stressed and tired from working and raising Anya (who was having dinner with her other uncle) was really giving in to the tickle monsters. His smile was the biggest she had ever seen, he had never cried this hard from laughing (although they had certainly gone overboard), and he had not really fought that hard to stop either one of them from doing this. She noticed how he looked though. The way his hair was messier than usual, his cheeks were more rosy with a grin that big, and now that his stamina was almost out, it was softening into something more helpless and tired. Something about him was simply so...endearing.
"My husband is such a cutie," She sighed happily. She opted to give him another break, watching Yuri slow down now that Loid really was getting out of control and spasming with his reactions. "Yuri, I think it is bedtime..."
"S' tickle time," Yuri frowned.
"Enough tickles," She fell to the side and released Loid's arms from under her knees. He shot them down to massage his tingling skin.
Yuri was deciding whether to actually stop the torture or keep going now that Yor was going to sleep, but his thinking was interrupted by the front door swinging open. Franky and Anya walked in, the former with a grocery bag that had several stuffed animals for the girl.
Stop being the fun uncle and spoiling my daughter! You could have saved me if you hadn't gone out!
Loid's eyes widened as he realized what sort of a disheveled state he must be in, and was exhausted to boot. "Uh..."
Yuri, on the other hand, had an evil idea. "Your papa lied about how ticklish he is! Yor and I were testing him!"
Franky snorted, and Loid felt like murdering him when he saw Anya sharing that exact same smirk. "You find that spot on his ribs?"
"TRAITOR!" Loid exclaimed.
"Sleepy time," Yor said again, and raised her arm to wave at the informant and daughter. "Papa doesn't need anymore tickles tonight! We'll play again some time soon," She grabbed Yuri and pulled him off so Anya could sit on her Papa's lap instead.
Loid pulled himself up as she tried to wiggle her little fingers over his chest. He allowed himself to giggle because really, Yuri and Yor were tickle monsters and had done a number on him, but grabbed Anya's small hands in his own and kissed one like she was a princess. "D-don't tickle Papa, tell me what Franky did to you."
"Uncle Scruffy and I got pizza!" Her eyes lit up, and Loid let himself relax again as he listened to what they did that evening. The siblings were falling asleep, Franky was for once being helpful by putting away empty dinner plates and wine glasses, and Anya still needed to get ready for bedtime.
He was thankful being a spy gave him so much stamina, otherwise he would have definitely drifted off from the tickle torture too.
