Summary: Roman thinks he can outrun the tickle monster? We’ll see~
Disclaimer: This is a tickle fic
word count: 430
Lee!Roman and Ler!Patton
Heart pounding to the beat of the thundering footsteps behind him, Roman skidded through the grand halls of the mind palace. Socked feet slipping at corners, he regretted every decision that led him up to this point. That stupid challenge, why did his pride not let him say no to bets?
With every turn he took, the sound of those horrible words got louder and louder.
“Tickle tickle tickle, Romiee~” A dark playful giggle followed, sending shivers down his spine, face flushing even redder as his legs faltered slightly in their sprinting. He quickly recovered, lips pressing tightly into a wobbly smile, just barely stopping the giggles from spilling out.
“Whoops! you better be careful there RoRo~” Another low chuckle, “If you fall, the tickle monster’s gonna getcha! He’s gonna tickle tickle you silly silly.”
That damn word being repeated over and over making Roman’s head fuzzy, paired with the butterflies doing somersaults in his belly, made the giggles that were building up finally flow out. He felt his knees weaken again but Roman was nothing if not a fighter. Determined to get away, he swiftly took another turn but slammed straight into a hard chest.
Disoriented, the flustered side looked up and saw Patton grinning evilly at him, wiggling his fingers in the direction of Roman’s armpits.
“Heya princypie, the tickle monster is ready to play with you~” Patton did a fake lunge towards the fanciful side. Roman shrieked before he turned tail and ran again, bursting into more giggles as the chase continued. “Nohohohoho Patton! Pleahehehese!” All he got as a response was a playful snicker and a “Coochie coochie coo~”. His face burned.
Then Roman saw the door to his room further down the hall, hope sparked up in him. He tried to pick up speed but suddenly arms wrapped their way around his stomach, hoisting him up in the air. Tickly nuzzles were pressed into the crook of his neck making him burst into frantic giggles, he shook his head, unable to protect the spot with Patton’s head in the way.
“Nahahahaha I wahahahas so clohohose dahahahamit!!” Roman squealed as Patton started squeezing his sides and lowered him to the ground.
“Awww, it’s okay, sugar.” Patton giggled along with Roman’s loud contagious laughter, moving his hands to squeeze at his stomach, “No one can beat the tickle monster after all.” The blushy prince, was too weak to even bat at the hands vibrating into the centre of his stomach, driving him into hysterics, teaching him that making deals with tickle monsters is always unwise~
Tickletober Day 22: Vampire - (ler Patton, ler Logan, lee Virgil)
Summary: Virgil has always been a little quirky - he’s named his dog after a vampire after all. Perhaps he even thinks he is one when he playfully attacks Logan! Is this the end or does Logan know how to handle a scary vampire...?
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"Ugh..." Logan said, holding his head. "Forget it. I'll never figure out this lore."
He got up from his desk and put his laptop down, done with the FNAF lore. Not that it mattered anyways, as his favourite character was irrelevant to it.
Walking outside, he heard Thomas having a debate with the others. It was about dealing with his phobia of going into the bank and becoming an accomplice to a robbery. And discussing the morality of whether if someone holds a gun to your head and forces you to commit crimes, are you still guilty?
The other sides tried to encourage him that he'd be innocent. Thomas may have a guilt complex, but the criminal would be the true guilty party. He tried to convince himself it was true...
Logan popped up with a smile.
"I see I have taught you well."
"Logan!" Everyone said with a smile.
The only side who was currently missing was Virgil.
"Hey, where is-" Logan started, but was cut off by Patton.
"In his room, with his stress animal."
Nodding, Logan went to Virgil's room.
To his surprise, Virgil was playing with a little white Terrier. Seeing them look so happy, Logan smiled.
Looking up, Virgil jumped.
"Hey!"
Stepping back, Logan stuttered and gathered his words.
"Forgive me Virgil. I simply had to know what was "up."" He held up a vocab card for the expression. [Up; what's going on.]
Virgil nodded.
"Well... Here he is. My new dog."
The dog looked up at Logan, going up to him boldly and sniffing his pant leg. It then barked.
Logan kneeled down and let him sniff his hand.
"Patton got him for you?"
"Yeah. He remembered those stress dogs they had for us in college. Monday was dog day, and Thomas got to pet all the dogs! Patton thought one of those might help me."
The dog sniffed Logan's hand and licked it. Logan petted his head and scratched behind his ears. Then Logan sat on a chair, giving the dog time to get used to him. The dog paced all around him, sniffing, growling, pulling back, and looking up curiously. Logan petted him some more, hoping it would please him.
"His name's Drac."
"Like Dracula...?" Logan said in wonder. "I didn't know you enjoyed that book."
"Yep. Halloween's comin' up!"
Nodding, Logan petted the dog, who relaxed, absorbing the pets. Then he licked Logan's hand.
"Haha, hey!"
Virgil grinned.
"He loves doing that!"
Logan smiled and rubbed Drac's belly. The dog made little excited growls. Then he nipped at his hand. Logan let him go and Drac got up, clawing at the door. Virgil opened it and let him run through the mind palace.
Virgil grinned at Logan.
"As for being a vampire..."
Stepping back, Logan dodged Virgil's lunge. He grabbed him around the waist.
"Not this time, V!" And he started tickling, getting the spaces inbetween his ribs.
Patton had come back, holding Drac in his arms. The dog was relatively calmer now, just panting and looking happy.
"What's all the commotion? Oh!" He chuckled. Setting the dog down, he came over to Virgil. "Can I help?"
"PLEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEASE!"
"Okay!" And Patton joined in Logan tickling him, getting his armpits. "Hey, I never said WHO I was going to help!"
"AHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAA! TRAHAHAHAHAAHAHAITOR!!" Virgil cried, his eyeshadow running.
Finally, they pulled away and let Virgil breathe. Drac was hopping around, barking at the others and at Virgil, worried something was wrong. Taking long deep breaths, Virgil pushed himself up and petted him.
“It’s alright... I’m fine.” He courtesy smiled. The dog seemed to relax at this. “Anyways... It seems like I’ve got two humans to catch.” Dark smoke clouds erupted in the room followed by the sound of thunder. It was Logan and Patton’s cue to run.
Laughing evilly, Virgil’s eyes promised revenge would come sooner rather than later. For now, he let them run. It would be all the more sweet if his attack was a surprise!
(This is a submission from Anne Onymous!! :) Thanks, and hope you all enjoy!)
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Roman couldn't remember how he got himself into this. One minute he's watching Pooh's Heffalump Movie with Patton, the next he's pinned down to the floor and being tickled by the fatherly figure. He seemed to be feeling extra teasy today because he was using every form of baby-talk under the sun, a.k.a the one teasing method Roman just cannot handle at all! "Cootchie cootchie coo, Roman! Tickle tickle tickle, kiddo! Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy coo!" Patton teased. Roman managed to pull his wrists out of Patton's free hand that was holding them above his head and hid his face in his hands as an attempt to cover his blush and muffle his laughter, which seemed to cause Patton to stop his tickle attack.
"How odd. Roman seems to have vanished. He was just here. Where has my sweet little prince gone?" Patton joked. Roman giggled and removed his hands. "Peek-a-boo! I see you!" Patton chimed, continuing his attack on Roman's poor sensitive tummy. Roman squealed and hid his face again, unable to properly process the tease, causing Patton to stop again. "Where did Roman go? He disappeared again. Where oh where could he be?" Patton fake-pondered. "You need new glasses, I'm right here!" Roman exclaimed, quickly moving his hands away. "Peek-a-boo! I see you!" Patton chimed again, wiggling his fingers in Roman's sensitive hollows.
Despite the overwhelming sensations and his own loud, boisterous laughter, Roman managed to put 2 and 2 together. Every time he covered his face, Patton would stop; and when he uncovered his face, he treated it like a game of peek-a-boo. It's a new tease. He made a mental note to warn Virgil since everyone knew he was Patton's favourite Side to tickle. But for now, he wasn't sure how much more he could take on his worst spot. "HAHAHAHA! PAHAHATTOHOHON, SOHOHOMEWHERE EHEHELSE! PLEHEHEHEASE!" Roman begged. "Awww, ok, Ro-Ro. Don't wanna tire out my favourite wittle prince, now do I?" Patton asked rhetorically, moving down to Roman's ribs.
"Ahahand stohohop bahaby-tahahalking! Hahahahaha!" Roman laughed. "But why? Can wittle Wo-Wo not handle a wittle teasing?" Patton teased. "Pahahat, seheheriohously! I'm wahaharning yohohou!" Roman chuckled. "Are you sure you're in any position to make threats right now, Roman?" Patton asked. "I wohohon't wahahatch mohohovies with yohohou for a mohohohonth!" Roman cackled. Patton decided not to risk it and stopped everything. He got off Roman's waist and helped him back onto the couch. "You ok?" Patton asked. "Yeheah, it just stihill tihickles a lihittle." Roman giggled. "Oof, phantom tickles. It should go away in a minute or two." Patton reassured, rubbing Roman's back. As Roman's giggles turned to yawns, he snuggled into Patton as the two enjoyed a nice nap on the couch.
The chase has started, roman knew he messed up, yes he was in a lee mood, but he has now poked the tickle monster to much. As roman ran, he realized the shorts and tank top was already alot for Patton to not refuse, but knew the one thing that pushed Patton, and that was saying he was not a tickle monster, if he couldn't take the hint.
And thus the chase with Patton right behind roman, wiggling his fingers and all different teases coming form him "I'm gonna get you princy, you made a big mistake underestimated the tickle monster" Patton yelled behind roman, and roman squeaks abit and already feels giggles rising up. But before he could move any farther, Patton tackled from behind
"got you princy, time for tickle, tickle, tickles!" Patton smirked and quickly gets Romans tummy, and from all the anticipation and his lee mood, he sqweals and bursts into laughter, even if it wasn't his worst spot
"the tickle monsters gotcha princy, and you can never get away from all these tickles, such a tickish prince though, to bad you didn't keep your prince outfit, now I can tickle tickle every tickly spots" Patton giggles Abit and slowly inches his way up to Romans ribs, making the laughs get higher and higher.
But to be honest, roman would not have this any other way
so papa cradles the baby in his lap, shes kinda laid out on the couch with her torso and her head cradled sidewyas on pattons arm holdin her up
and all patton does is with his free hand holds up one single finger in the air and circles it around above vee, going "Ahhhhhhhhh...." (this is usually enough to get vee giggling and wiggling in anticipation)
and then he lands the finger GENTLY somewhere on faer , typically a spot on faer tummy or ribs, sometimes the inside of faer forearm, or under faer chin. when the finger pokes her softly pat goes "Boo!"
then of course vee will giggle and squeak, usually her legs fold up because it makes her feel smaller and more playful when she kicks her feet a little in the air
then pat will lift the finger again and circle it again going "aaahhhhhhh....... BOO!" in a new place - the trick is to be SUPER gentle while also unpredictable
and the way patton ends the game is with vee's worst spot - he has JUST poked her tummy, and instead of a big build up of aaahhhhhhh, instead he instantly lifts his finger and lands it on the underside of her thigh, usually under her skirt "Ah boo!!" rlly fast
and vee squeals and jostles, and patton chuckles and scribbles his finger VERY lightly on her thigh and vee absolutely loses it and squeaks and squeals and wriggles so much patton has to stop so he can hold her steady with both arms in case she wriggles right off his lap onto the floor hejjsjsj
mommy-son lap game
roman doesnt like to admit that this is a tickle game !
logan will sit back against a wall or the back of the couch or bed with roman facing forwards on his lap
and he gets roman to lean forward a little, with logans arm wrapped around his waist or chest for support - and then logan uses his free hand to count romans ribs
now the thing is roman IS NOT ticklish on his ribs, its far more complex a game than that. logan will count them out loud up from the bottom "one two three four five" and then go back down "minus one two three" then up again "plus one two three four"
then logan asks him "how many is that little one?"
the fact that its a tickle game DISGUISED as a math game is why its so good for roman, he gets to feel like a smart little boy and get tickles at the same time without even admitting he wants them shhshs
if roman gets the answer right:
"six!" then logan smiles and hugs roman to his chest, wraping his arms around romans chest and digging his fingers into his armpits! and he cheers "what a clever little prince" while wriggling his fingers under romans arms and roman laughs and kicks his feet
(side note the reason roman faces away from logan in this is so logan doesnt get kicked shhsjs)
but if roman gets it wrong:
"ummm, three? :3" then logan instantly moves his lips to the back of romans neck and blows a BIG raspery !! it makes roman absolutely SNORT and cackle and become jelly hahsjsjs
this is actually a very secret tickle spot that logan only discovered recently
at the beginning of the game if roman gets it wrong then its always on purpose because he wants the rasbery hshsjsjs but towards the end hes laughing and wheezing and kicking so much that when logan asks "how many was that sweetheart?"
then roman is just so out of it with laughing that he either doesnt have the breath to reply or the braincells to know the answer OR he doesnt realise logan asked anything until hes getting another tickly rasbery blown onto the back of his neck shsjsj
Note: A tickle fic if you couldn’t guess! Also, still somewhat new to writing for Sanders Sides so prepare for some shoddiness haha!
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Virgil woke up feeling his chest almost glowing with emotion. A warmth that settled in front of his ribs that made his eyes flutter open and a smile naturally curl on to his face. The quiet warmth tried its hardest to lull him into sleep again but his slowly wakening mind was starting to ask questions. What were the others doing that meant they was radiating with happiness?
He had stumbled upon his soulmates just a little under sixth months ago. Tracking down soulmates had always felt like an impossible task. Hell, it took years before he even realised that he had three of them! Feeling their emotions obviously doesn’t make them easy to find- he could be having the happiest day of his life but that wouldn’t mean he’d be dancing down the streets or smiling proudly. He had found Patton first. He suspected him when they were partnered together for a project at work. The sinking heavy feeling in his chest to the rapid glow of excitement matched Patton’s expression when the project was announced and then when he realised that Virgil was his partner. Thankfully, Patton had found his other soulmates and so saved Virgil the heart attacks of trying to find the others.
Virgil slowly and quietly crept out of their guest bedroom and peered through the stairs. He wasn’t surprised by the sight of them all piled on top of each other, like a bunch of spilt over kittens, it was a familiar sight. The surprise was the frantic laughter.
Logan’s laugh was distinct. It was somehow both squeaky but also bellowing loud. Like he was throwing his whole self into his laugh. Roman was laying across him and was giving him the most sickening love sick eyes to his upturned laughing face. Roman’s hands were squeezing his sides leisurely, squeezing followed by quick poking. Patton was lying underneath Logan but his hands still had access to his armpits and occasionally his neck.
“Rohohoho-Romaaaaanahahaha!” He uselessly cried out but his flailing hands never seemed to push Roman away. Patton never even faced any opposition. He was free to tickle away at whatever was free to him.
“What, Specs? I’m right here! No need to yell, what do you want?”
“I bet he needs some more tickles! Look! He’s not even blushing that much, he definitely needs some more tickly tickly tickles!” Patton squeaked with his own giggles escaping.
“No no nahaa! Hahahaha, tickleeeeehehehehahahaha!”
“So what’s going on here?” Virgil smirked as he dramatically leaned over the stair banister as he menacingly tapped his fingers. He couldn’t help but huff a laugh when all three heads immediately whipped round to face him.
That laugh quickly died though when he felt that warmth in his chest freeze over. It was now sharp and settled into a dull ache. Three sets of dread, fear and worry.
“Woah, wait. I didn't interrupt anything did I?”
“No! We just didn't expect you to be up yet,” Patton chuckled as he looked over at the others.
“Yeah! You’re up! Like, before ten o’ clock? I’m honestly impressed!” Roman gasped as he flounced off the sofa and approached him. “What’s the special occasion? Big plans for the day?”
“Roman,” Logan warned as he sat back up while scrubbing at his mused up hair. His face burned red already but he felt extra squirmy at the thought to having this conversation without any planning or prep. They were going to have this conversation at some point! When Logan had carefully constructed a script! But he had to do it now. He could feel Virgil’s anxiety. The familiar burn had erupted into an all consuming fire. If they tried to hide this away then Virgil would only just spiral.
All this worry caused by tickling. This was just illogical.
“Virgil, don’t worry. I... have a particular fondness for t-tic... tickling. For some unknown reason!” Logan grimaced as he spoke, that was immediately unclear, unspecific and defensive. His mind scrambled for more words before reviewing them, “But, Patton and Roman also revealed that they shared this fondness and so it’s been present within our relationship for a while,”
“Oh,” Virgil hummed with a sickly sweet tone. His own thoughts racing with a small glow of anticipating excitement.
“We didn’t hide it from you for any reason! We just know that some people can find this weird... We know you wanted to go slow,” Patton smiled as he stood up and walked up to Virgil. He gently held his hands.
“You all shouldn’t be embarrassed. I’m sorry that you felt the need to hide that! You shouldn’t have to hide parts of yo-”
“No! Virgil, none of us are wording this adequately. We were embarrassed, yes. And that’s why we hid this. Not because we didn’t trust you or because you gave us reason not to. This is a problem on us. Not you.”
“Ok. Ok, thanks for telling me that. Even though I kinda just walked into it. I-I don’t have a problem with... that.” Virgil hinted.
The room seemed to stop as they all took a deeper breath. Virgil’s fiery intense anxiety settled back into a smaller burn like normal. The others’ emotions had settled back into a normal neutral presence.
“So... does this mean you want to help us tickle Logan to pieces?” Roman cheered.
Logan squeaked but sat still as Virgil rigidly sat down beside him. He slowly reached his hands out as if Logan was going to flinch away but seeing no complaints... Virgil broke out into an evil smirk.
That same rigid worry wasn’t present at all the second his hands reached his ribs. Logan didn’t have much time to think about that though as Roman quickly followed his lead. Virgil skittering all over his ribs and Roman’s squeezing thigh tickles only felt all the worse when Patton’s whispered teases joined the lot.
After thoroughly tickling Logan to pieces, the others got up to finally start breakfast while Logan was left frantically giggling on the sofa. The others were practically glowing with the brand new intense warmth and happiness nestling in their chests. “So is Logan the only lee?” Virgil asked as he finally sat down at the table.
“Oh, I think we all tend to switch,” Roman responded without too much thought but the other two had frozen in their tasks.
“Wait, you know what a lee is!” Patton squealed. Logan himself was standing with his own powerful evil smirk. Virgil was now frozen himself. He wanted to hint at just how fine he was with their... fondness. But he never wanted to outright say it!
“Uh...”
“Unless you absolutely don’t want this, I would encourage you to flee,” Logan smirked before running up to the table.
“Too late!” Roman cheered as he caught Virgil round his middle before he could even flee from the table. His immediately curled his fingers into his sides. Smiling wider when Virgil’s excited anticipation blossom in chest. Excitement! Logan leaned down at them and tauntingly raised his wiggling fingers to Virgil’s tummy.
Once they touched down, Virgil tried his best to school his expression into something resembling nonchalance. But... it had been awhile since he was last tickled and he had forgotten what it felt like. He immediately squealed and so the dam broke instantly. Logan’s fingers danced gracefully over his tummy leaving trails of tickly tingles. It felt like the longer he tickled, the more tickles Virgil had to just take.
“Logaahahahaha! Ahahehehehaahaha! Rohohoahahahaha!” Virgil simply folded in half as if that would protect his tickly tummy but Roman kept him balanced upright.
“Aww Virgie-poo! Are you a little lee yourself? A little tickle craving lee! Oh, if only we knew earlier! You deserve all the tickles you can take! All of the tickly tickly tickles! Soft tickles, hard tickles, feather tickles, tummy tickles...” Patton cooed from the kitchen while keeping an eye on the eggs. What, someone has to be responsible and make breakfast!
Virgil had yet to put on his make up and so his blush was on full display. His rarely heard laugh rang and echoed through the house. But his laughter had a wheezy quality. Plus, he was barely awake as it was. They couldn’t really tickle him for long.
“How about this! If you admit where you fit into the tickle community, we’ll free you!” Roman cooed as he pulled Virgil into his lap as he sat down himself. Logan caught on and slowed his tickling down to simple tracing around his belly button through his pyjama shirt. Like he was playing a silent game of round and round the garden.
“Eheheheeeee! Noooooo!” Virgil now started to flail but he knew that no judgement would come from his newly revealed switch boyfriends, “Ehehahahaha, I’mmmahehehehe a leeeee I think hehehehe!”
And it was since that morning that their relationship evolved to be a lot more tickly.
The switch comment Roman had made was quickly debunked. Patton and Logan were typically the lers of the household with Roman and Virgil lees for most of the time. Logan and Patton were both comfortably switches but they were more often than not the ticklers thanks to how tickle hungry Roman and Virgil typically were. Not that Virgil and Roman didn’t get their fair share of revenge! But... it was usually them who would start not so obviously hinting for tickles.
But their soul link and their new tickling was going to drive Virgil insane.
If he felt his chest explode in playful dancing warmth then he knew that he should run and hide. That special feeling belonged to Patton alone. For when he was in the most evil tickle monster mode. Any time he felt that emotion, it would soon be followed by someone’s frantic bursting laughter. Sometimes it lingered until Patton would give in and hunt someone. Sometimes it would erupt suddenly. Like if he saw Virgil standing on his tip toes with his arms outstretched to reach the highest cupboard. Or if he saw Logan sitting with his feet resting on the coffee table which no one was allowed to have their feet on. Both times, neither one could react to the emotion quick enough before they felt the tickle attack.
He was walking home while failing to hide his wobbly smiley. That same playfulness had been shining for the past half an hour. And none of the others were home.
Meaning Virgil was walking home to a frustrated Ler who’s been wanting to tickle someone for the past half an hour...
And Patton famously preferred to tickle Virgil.
Even just that soul link emotion was enough to have Virgil practically giggling down the streets. That feeling was becoming worse than any whispered tickly teases. He couldn’t school his expression so this was made all the worse because that meant Patton and the others could also feel that Virgil was in a lee mood. Virgil’s excited anticipating lee moods felt like a mix between his anxious burn and the most joyous warmth. The others were all smiling knowing that his lee mood started shortly after Patton’s ler mood started.
Patton had harnessed all the patience in the world to stop himself from immediately attacking Virgil as he walked in. He waited carefully ducked behind the living room door and as his lee walked through with a confused frown. Then he struck!
“Pat? I’m back- oh goaahhahahahahahAHAHAAAA!” Patton’s hands latched on to his sides to then guide him to the sofa.
“Hey Virge! Sorry but Patton’s not here right now, guess who’s here in his place though?”
“PAAAATTON! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! No! You’reeehahahAHAHAA you’re ahaha! You’re not ahahahahaha! Patton!” Virgil threw his head back once he was sat on the sofa. Patton was now just holding his sides with a teasy grin! The gentle pressure enough to spark endless giggles.
“No guesses? I’m not who? You can’t even say my name? My name is...” Patton leaned down close and Virgil flinched anticipating neck tickles, “My name is the tickle monster!”
In a flash, he turned around to Virgil’s socked feet. His ultimate tickle spot! And boy did it look like they needed some good old tickles after such a long day at work.
Virgil desperately curled up but was blocked by Patton’s back. It almost looked like Virgil was cuddling into him as thanks for the tickle monster’s tickles scuttling over his soles. Patton was just tickling over his socks but it felt just as bad as bare soles.
Roman and Logan had to spend the next hour awkwardly avoiding their co-workers questions about their own proud wobbly smiles. Their soul link was bursting with such joyful happiness.
Remus sighed in longing as he typed up his fifth fanfiction of the week on his laptop.
All of them were about him being compressed in different ways.
"Ugh... I hate to admit it, but I could really use Pops right now," he muttered.
Patton popped up at Remus mentioning him.
"Did someone call me? Oh!"
Seeing Remus was surprising; but seeing that he was writing something was even moreso. Peeking over his shoulder, Patton read some of the story.
He was surprised to see the writing was surprisingly vanilla. Other than the cannibal rabbits and literal acid rain, it was just a normal story about Remus being huddled between hypothetical friends.
"Did you like it?" Remus turned around, looking hopefully at Patton's reaction. "I have more, if you like!"
He showed him the other stories on his desktop.
As Patton read them, his heart went out to him. Poor Remus, it seemed, was incredibly touch starved.
"Kiddo..." he whispered. "Do you... do you need a hug...?"
Tears came to Remus' eyes and he nodded vigorously.
Patton enveloped him in his arms, squeezing tightly and warmly. It was the best hug Remus had ever received. The hum of contentment that escaped his lips surprised them both.
It was the purest and happiest sound Remus had made in a while.
He felt his protective fatherly nature take over and held him in his arms, stroking his back.
"Oh, Remus... I'm so sorry..."
Wiping away a tear, Remus clung to him like an octopus.
After ten seconds, Patton went to pull away, but Remus shook his head.
"Please, don't let go!"
Feeling the guilt wash over him, Patton complied with his request. Perhaps he could give him an extended hug. Most people would rather Patton only hug them for a few seconds, so a full on cuddle session was new to him.
It felt really pleasant, actually.
Patton's fingers started to move over his sides as he felt the fabric of his outfit. Remus giggled.
"Heheeey!"
Patton grinned.
"Aww, did that tickle...?"
Remus shifted and squirmed.
"Yeheeheeah!"
Fluttering at his neck with his fingers, Patton teased Remus.
"Tickle tickle tickle, Re!"
"EEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEE!! NAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!"
He tickled down his torso from his ribs to his hips. He skittered across his tummy and booped his navel.
"AAHEEHEHEHEHHEHAAHAHAHAAA!! PAHAAHAHAAT!"
"Yeah, kiddo...?"
Remus blushed and wiggled around more.
"PLEHEHEHEEHEHHAAASE!"
Patton squeezed his thighs. Finally it was too much for him.
"EEEEE!! MERCYHYHYHYYYYYY!"
He let up and ruffled his hair.
"How was that, Remus?"
Remus giggled and purred into his touch. He offered him a stick of his deodorant as thanks.
Patton grinned nervously and shook his head.
"All the more for me," Remus shrugged, flipping off the lid and taking a bite of it. The deodorant seemed to actually smell worse than any body odor would. Looking at Patton with a puppy-eye pout, Remus silently begged him to stay.
Sighing, Patton wrapped his arms around Remus again. Perhaps his work could wait a little longer.
