Bad Visions and Tickles
Hey hi hello! I'm very tired but I'm back at it again with yet another fic. ;u; this is the last one for the day I promise-- but I wrote this for my friend @lessangrypapercollector hours ago when she told me she wasn't feeling well. I was gonna post it sooner but I kind of fell asleep... Lol fail. Anyways, Enjoy! Characters: Lee!Hiro, Ler!Daiya
Word count: 1201
Pairing: Daiyakure
Daiya was just trying to answer his emails when it happened. You know, You’d think a biker gang leader wouldn’t have to do this, but you’d be wrong… What’s more Is, Why the hell didn’t Daiya ever hire someone to take care of this boring shit? He wrote on a nearby post-It note to remind himself to look into that and smacked it onto the frame of the monitor before going back to reading. “Daiyaaaaa??” He sighed. Welp, There went any semblance of productivity. He peaked out from behind his monitor, watching his boyfriend look around for him. “Yo, I’m In here.” He called back after briefly considering hiding under his desk. It’s not that Daiya doesn’t enjoy being near his boyfriend, He does. He just has a lot of shit to get through and knows that he won’t feel like doing anything with Hiro around. Hiro locked eyes with The Gang leader and entered his home office, sitting down In the chair In front of the desk. He was oddly silent. Daiya noticed this, slowly closing his laptop and eyeing his usually loud and energetic boyfriend carefully. “Hiro? You good?” Hiro looked up from the desk at him, forcing a smile. “Yeah, Why wouldn’t I be?” “You’re actin' weird, Even for you Hiro…” Daiya responded, taking his reading glasses off. “I’m fine, You worry too much.” He said, chuckling a little. “Any minute now, Ectoplasm Is gonna shoot out of your mouth!” Daiya rolled his eyes and stood up, grabbing Hiro’s arm and dragging him out of the room with him. He drug the clairvoyant to the living room and sat down with him on the couch. “Okay, Tell me what’s botherin' ya.” The leader said firmly, intertwining both their fingers as he held his hand. “I-It’s nothing. I just… Needed to see that you were okay.” He mumbled in reply, looking away nervously. Daiya blinked. “Why wouldn’t I be? I mean other than being fuckin' bored to death by emails, What could possibly hurt me?” Hiro mumbled something under his breath that Daiya didn’t quite catch. “What was that?” “I said nothing.” Hiro replied quietly. Daiya sighed. He was really gonna make him do this, wasn’t he? He let go of Hiro’s hand, opting to grab his waist and pull him into his lap instead. “Fine. If you’re gonna to lie to me, I’m not gonna let you go.” “Is that supposed to be a threat?” Hiro blinked, confused as to what was so bad about… Oh… Ohhhh… that little-- “D-Daiya! I swear to all the gods I will put a hex on you If you-- pffff--” He quickly slapped his hands over his mouth to stop himself from laughing. Daiya was smirking quite smugly as his fingers moved gently across his sides, occasionally squeezing at his hips. “No ya won’t. You love me too much to hex me, Otherwise you’d have done It by now.” He hummed, relishing in the way Hiro whined and squirmed whenever he squeezed at his ticklish hips. “Stooooppp… This isn’t fair…” He pressed out through grit teeth. “Oh, Ya think that this Isn’t fair? Oh baby… I got some bad news for ya.” He smiled mischievously, his hands suddenly latching onto Hiro’s thighs and began squeezing at them. Hiro shrieked, his body jolting at the offending sensations. “Daiyahaha! Stahahahahap!” He laughed, blushing as he hid his face in his hands. “Daiya, Keep going~” He said slyly, continuing to squeeze the sensitive muscles. Hiro squirmed and flailed uselessly In Daiya arms, It was clear that he wasn’t going anywhere until Daiya decided he was content. “Plehehehehehase! Dohohon’t tihihickle mehehe!” he whined. Usually, Hiro loved the attention from the tough biker, and would welcome the tickles. But today he was very clearly not himself, since he never asked Daiya not to tickle him. “Baby, Tell me what’s botherin' you.” He said softly, his voice like velvet. Of course he didn’t stop his assault, He continued by kneading his hips. Hiro squirmed uselessly, pushing at his hands as he laughed. “Nohohoho! I cahahahan’t!” “Why not? Ya know you can tell me anything, Hiro.” He asked, slowing down the tickles to just gentle traces of his waist. Hiro giggled softly at the feeling, twitching away from his fingers as much as possible.
“B-Because… If I tell you… Ihihit’ll jihihinx you and make what I sahahaw come true.” Daiya tilted his head in confusion, stilling his fingers. “What didja see?” Hiro shook his head. “Nuh uh! I refuse! Tickle me all you want, I won’t put It out In the universe and give It power!” The biker gang leader raised an eyebrow at the psychic. He gently pushed him backwards, causing him to fall back onto the couch with a small yelp of surprise. “D-Daiya?” Daiya snatched up Hiro’s ankles and held them firmly in his lap. “I would’ve hoped by now you’d trust me… Trust that I’m strong enough to make your worst fears cry like little bitches… But It looks like I have to remind you who the fuck I am.” “N-No! Don’t you dare!” It was already too late, Daiya had begun skittering his nails up and down his feet. “I’m Daiya motherfuckin' Owada. Nice to meetcha.” Hiro exploded with laughter, kicking helplessly at his hands. “NAHAHAHAHA! DAIYAHAHAHA NOT THEHEHERE!” “Not there? Who are you to give me orders?” He smirked, honing in on a particularly ticklish spot on his feet just below his toes. “I’m the leader of the Crazy Diamonds, You don’t get to order me around, Mister.” Hiro was practically shrieking with laughter, trying to curl his toes to lessen the ticklish shockwaves coursing through him. “Do you remember how tough I am or do I need to really wreck ya?” “OKAHAHAHAHAY OKAHAHAHAY!” Daiya stopped tickling and released his ankles so he could calm down, knowing how ticklish Hiro Is, even holding his ankles would send little bolts of ticklish electricity through him and make him giggle. “What’s bothering ya?” After a few minutes, Hiro collected himself. He sat up slowly and looked away from his lover, refusing to meet his eyes. “Okay… I had a vision a little while ago…” “Mhm?” “It was… Of you.” He pointed at him. “And you got… You…” “What? What happened to me?” Hiro looked up into his eyes, a serious look on his face. “You got hit by a semi truck while riding your bike.”
Daiya was taken aback, clearly stunned by this odd vision. “Baby… That’s what you’re so freaked about?” Hiro nodded, tears welling up In his eyes. Daiya sighed softly, pulling the psychic back into his lap. “Hey, Who’s about to start spittin' ectoplasm now?” He asked lightly, running his hand up and down his back. “Hiro, Listen to me… that vision Is wrong. I’m not gonna get hit by a truck.” “Daiya, My visions…” “You’ve been wrong before.” He said soothingly. “I promise you, It’s gonna be okay. I’m not going anywhere… You’re kind of stuck with me.” He planted a kiss against Hiro’s forehead, gently rubbing his cheek with his thumb. Hiro looked up at him with glassy eyes. “You promise?” Daiya nodded, pulling him into a hug. “I promise.”