Summary: Scara is convinced to hang out with Aether and Sethos inside of Aether’s teapot. During their boring conversation, a topic came up that contradicted a lie Scara had told their bee before, leading to an example, which turned into heaven torture for Scara.
Word count: 1,479
Ships: Sethoscara
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, if u don’t enjoy that stuff scroll ^^
A/N- bro I’ve been reading so many Genshin fics it’s putting me in such a bad lee mood
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Scara grumbles under his breath and adjusts his hat. Sethos had practically begged him to come hang out with him and Aether this afternoon, he tried his hardest to deny, not in the mood to leave his comfort zone. However, his little bee has..a way with words. He can’t resist his pleas. So, here he is, muttering to himself while Aether and Sethos joke around and talk about interests, stopping to include Scara occasionally, who just replies with one or two worded, mumbled answers.
How boring, Scara thought. He’d much rather be back at home. His ears pick up his name in their conversation, and he begins to listen in.
“Oh did you know Scara has a back window in his costume? Quite a choice for someone like him~” Sethos giggles and looks over at Scara.
Shit- he has to stop him from saying too much, if he was talking about what he thought he was, he couldn’t let him continue on in front of Aether. He feels heat start rising up to his cheeks.
“..someone like him? What do you mean by that? I thinks it pretty fashionable.” Aether cocks an eyebrow curiously, not understanding the reference.
“Gah- uhm, he means because uhh- wind, cold, wind is cold and I get cold pretty easily so the back window isn’t great for that cause” Scara fumbles with his words, glaring daggers at his bee.
Sethos looks back and forth between the two, and Scara’s stomach drops as we watches recognition appear on his face, god, he’s too good at clicking things together like this.
“Wait wait wait, you didn’t tell him about it?” Sethos giggles and confronts him outright.
“Tell me what” Aether interjects.
“Nothing! Absolutely nothing at all.” He glances at Sethos, his eyes looking like they may pop out of his sockets from how giddy he was getting. Oh archons, not good, not good at all..
“Aether, did he seriously not tell you how ticklish he is?!”
The room goes silent. Sethos grins and notices the two now making prolonged eye contact, hold on, what had happened here?
Scara flinches as his secret is revealed so bluntly, slowly looking at Aether and beginning to fidget at his playfully betrayed look.
“You dirty little liar.” Aether blurts out and stares at him, then at Sethos.
“He told me he wasn’t ticklish, at all. I even tested it, he didn’t laugh.” He explains to Sethos.
“Oh, yeah, he does that- he loves the thrill of holding it back- but, Honey, you lied about being ticklish?” Sethos looks over at the blushy, uncharacteristic Scara beside him.
“Didn’t lie, I’m not t-ticklish.” He winces at his own stutter, hating how childish he was about the word, getting nervous just saying it..
“Awwh, still trying to cover it up? Here, let me just give Aether an example.” Sethos suddenly pounces onto his Honey, gently grabbing Scara’s wrists and lifting them above his head, then maneuvering so he has one free hand.
“Nervous? You’re blushing~” Scara jerks his face to the side, biting his cheek to keep himself from showing a nervous, giddy smile.
“Shut it! Let me go. I’m not tickli—hngh!” He purses his lips together as Sethos walks two nails from the tip of his sternum toward his waist, making sure to drag each touch for as long as he can, Scara’s muscles twitching under the touch.
“What was that, Honey? Didn’t hear you~” his nails dip into his bellybutton for a moment, then back out, continuing to drag along his torso, earning a quiet, almost inaudible gasp as he sucks in his stomach
“N-Not..ticklish! Q-Quit it.” Scara tugs at his wrists, bound tightly by his loves grip.
Aether speaks up after a few more moments of watching Scara become the victim of torturously teasy and gentle tickling. “I dunno, Scara, your breathing is all whack, your lip is trembling, not to mention your little gasps and your stomach twitching..you kinda seem ticklish to me~”
Scara feels the heat of blood pool in his cheeks as Aether describes everything that had been giving him away “S-Shut uhUHUHUP- EEK!!”
Suddenly, Sethos’ hands had made their way to Scara’s hip windows, squeezing right on the pressure points- god, that maddening, tingly feeling shot all throughout his torso, sending instant butterflies through his stomach as he squeals and jerks aggressively, desperately trying to ease the feeling
Aether snickers, amused by his contradictory actions in regards to his statement. “Did I say something funny? It’s either I’m hilarious, or someone’s a little ticklish~” he stands up and makes his way beside Scara, sitting on his knees next to the couch, eye level with Scara’s body.
Scara can feel himself getting a whole lot more giddy, unable to concentrate on anything else other than the fact that he was unbearably ticklish, and how Aether was bound to make it worse.
“IHIHIHIHIT’S YOUR DUHUHUMB FACE THAHAHATS MAKING—EHEHEEK! GAHA- MAHAHAKING ME LAUGH” Scara lets out a shrill squeal at the feeling of Sethos briefly switching to drilling his thumbs into his love handles, bucking his hips aggressively before resting again.
“Awwh, well that’s not too nice..maybe you need to learn a lesson.” Aether smirks and gently runs his nails down Scara’s arm, starting from his shoulder, then ending on his palm, gently swirling his fingers around it.
Scara lets out a giggly whine in between his cackles, a shiver running up his spine from the gentleness of the tickling, his arm jerking instinctively- but, it did feel kinda relaxing, so he didn’t move away.
“Awwh~ where aren’t you ticklish, Scara?” He giggles and moves to the underside of his arm, a bit more ticklish than the outer arm, especially near his underarms, earning a slight gasp each time he got close.
“SHUHUHUT IT, MAHAHAHANY PLACES!” He squirms, the tickling on his hips starting to drive him crazy, the feeling destroying his nerves and making everything tickle a LOT more than it should. Not that it was the worst thing
“Oh really, Honey? Name one spot that doesn’t get you to at least giggle a bit.” He smirks down at Scara, knowing damn well his entire body was a walking tickle spot
Scara stammers because of the mix of tickling and uncertainty. “I- GAHAHA UHUM, M-MY EHEHEHAHAHA MY SHOHOULDERS!” He spits out as quick as he can, trying not to make it seem like he really had to think. Although- he himself actually had no idea if they were ticklish, it was on of the only spots nobody had ever tried, he was banking on it being true..
“Oh really? Hm, mine are..I wanna test.” Aether declares, fixing his posture so he can reach his shoulders, he starts gently skittering his fingers in the little gaps of the beauty bone—
“EHEHEHAHAHAH!! NO- SHIT- STAHAHAHAP THAT ITS SO TIHIHIHNGLY OH MY GOHOHOHOHOD!!” he scrunches his shoulders, jerking violently side to side, tears of mirth starting to well up on his waterline.
Sethos’ lips curve into a mischevious smile as he gently moves one of Aether’s hands away and leans down, gently nibbling and kissing his beauty bone, his hand still working on his hips nonstop, heightening his senses.
Scara’s face burns with embarrassment at the pleasurable yet torturous situation he was in, on one hand- his bee was kissing and loving him, on the other, HOLY SHIT HE COULDN’T TAKE THIS MUCH LONGER.
He jerks the one shoulder like crazy, mirth finally being squeezed out of his eyes as he shuts them tight, his laugh starting to get wheezy and desperate. “GAHAHAHAHAH! BEE, SEHEHEEHEHTHOS- MY LOHOHOHOVE, I CAHAHAHAN’T- EHEHEHEHAHA!!!”
He starts to dig his heels into the couch, clenching his hands into fists to stop himself from tapping Sethos’ hand holding his arms up and giving up.
Aether watches, amused. Then; he decides to gently scratch at the hollows of Wanderer’s underarms, earning a girly squeal as his laugh was damn near going silent at this point, arching his back and kicking like crazy, desperately trying to stop the maddening feeling, whilst holding himself back from actually stopping it just yet.
“EEEHEHAHAAHAHAHAHHA!! OHOHOH MY AHARCHONS— GAHAHAHAHA!!” his laugh goes silent, he tries to keep going for a little longer, but ends up tapping out after a few moments of not being able to breathe correctly. Sethos instantly pulls away, sitting on Scara’s waist and just looking down at him affectionately. Aether smiles and stops, but instead of completely stopping, he gently runs a nail along Scara’s neck to relax him.
Scara pants heavily, regaining his breath, still giggling breathily and sweetly at the light tickles on his neck, scrunching his shoulders.
“Dahahahamn..I can’t..thihink straight..uhugh..” His hand slowly reaches up and grabs Sethos, pulling him down to lay atop him, cuddling him sleepily.
Sethos squeaks, then giggles a bit “oops, I think we tired him out, Aether~”
He giggles and stops tickling his neck, then gets up. “Let’s let him rest, we’ll just tickle him awake when we wanna talk to him~”
Scara blushes and groans, covering his face..he couldn’t wait to wake up, if that was the case..but they didn’t need to know that..
