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Heyo! This is the third and final part of what I'm calling the "Movie Night Madness" Trilogy! Allan, Gill and Raul as a little squad makes me so giddy, and we can't have those two getting it and now Raul! I hope y'all like it! :D
Summary: It's movie night once more, and Allan proposes an idea Gill can't refuse.
“We should tickle him, too.”
Gill turned to his companion with wide eyes, knowing exactly who he was talking about but not quite believing it. “You mean Raul?”
“No, President Snail.” Allan quirked a brow, sarcasm dripping off his tongue. There was no real malice in it, though. “Yes, Raul. So far he’s gotten us both-” He paused, counting off his fingers. “Too many times. And yet we haven’t tried the revenge route once.”
“True.” Through all their movie nights, Gill was quick to learn Raul was one heck of a tickle monster. Both ruthless and merciful, he made it a point to tickle at least one of them during the film. Most of the time it was him that was targeted. “Is he even ticklish, though? What if he’s immune?”
“He’s not. At least, I want to believe he isn’t. Who knows, he might be as ticklish as you are.” A finger shot out and poked his side, making Gill jerk with a snicker. “If we get him together, he won’t stand a chance.”
“If he’s not ticklish, I’m sacrificing you.” The blonde narrowed his eyes some, retaliating with his own jab, making the other spasm. “Then I’m running for the hills.”
“Oo, what’s that about sacrifices?” For a moment, Gill worried Raul heard their plans. Thankfully that didn’t seem to be the case as the actor took his place between them on the bed, a bowl of snacks in his arms and the remote in hand. “I know a really good musical with a song about that- hey, we should have a listening party next week!”
“Is it mythology related?” Allan distracted him with ease, cutting eyes behind the giddy actor’s back to Gill. Do it.
You’re dead if you’re wrong. Gill scrunched his nose lightly at him, ignoring Allan’s growing grin as he looked up at Raul. He talked with his hands, fists balled up with joy and eyes like stars as he rambled off song titles and Gods alike. He waited until he did his little lean forward before making a move.
“And then there’s the Circe Saga! And she-oh?” Raul faltered some when Gill touched his waist, pressing in gently. “What’s up, Gilly? Am I talking too much again?”
“G-Gilly? Nevermind that- does this not tickle?” Gill pressed in a little, thinking he’d be more sensitive to rougher tickles. Nothing. Raul’s confusion turned into amusement as he watched him try again. “Dang it, Allan- I told you he’d be immune!”
“He’s not- try somewhere else!” Said man reached out and squeezed along Raul’s hip. Gill moved up to his ribs with quick scribbles.
Raul giggled, though it didn’t sound like a tickle kind. “Did you two plan an ambush on little ol’ me? No- a mutiny!” He gasped, delighted. “That’s another great song, by the way. I’ve never felt more like Odysseus!”
“You’re about to end up like Caesar. What about here?” Allan wiggled a finger into his armpit. “Does that tickle?”
“Maybe here?” Gill reached down and grabbed a knee, squeezing. “Or here?” He moved up to his thigh. “Does that tickle at all?”
“Whoa now, Lovecraft! Buy me dinner first!” Raul laughed. Safe to say he wasn’t ticklish there. Raul stretched his arms out over his head, taunting them with his lack of sensitivity. “You guys are pretty efficient! I’ll give you a hint; I am ticklish, but I won’t tell you where!”
“You realize that’s only going to motivate us to keep going, right?” Allan asked, leaning back some when Raul turned towards him with the giddiest of smiles.
“Oh I know. It almost motivates me to return the favor!” In a flash, he did just that. Gill was spared from his friend’s rebuttal, barely avoiding a knee to the face as he pounced on Allan. In a matter of seconds, he had the purple haired man cackling like a witch. “Tickle tickle, Allan! Hehehe!”
“Gehahhaha! N-Nohohoho, cohoohhome ohohon! Gehehhet lhoohve craha-AHH! Ahahhaft! Ehehhheheek!” What a jerk! If he didn’t feel the tiniest bad for his predicament, Gill would have abandoned ship and joined in. “Gihihihihll, sahhahahahve emeheheheheh!”
“You’re lucky I’ve got a score to settle.” He huffed as he resumed his search for tickle spots. He skittered his fingers along Raul’s back and shoulders, but that only put him within the blonde’s reach. When that didn’t work, he migrated back down to his legs, trying the back of his knees. “Does this tickle?”
“Hehe, nope! Whoa- careful now!” Raul pulled a flailing Allan back down beside him, mercilessly pinching along his waist and lower ribs. “Don’t go flying off the bed. You might hurt yourself!”
“GIhiihihihihll pelahah-EHEHHAHASE!” The love thief shrieked when his armpits were tickled, arching like a bow.
“Pfft- cute.” Gill muttered with a snicker as he looked down at Raul’s feet. His socks had little lightning clouds all over them, clearly a nod to the thunderbringer himself. Curious, Gill reached out and scratched gently at one of the puffy designs.
“EHE!” Raul twitched with a guffaw, pulling his leg back. His momentary distraction was all Allan needed to escape his grasp.
And straight to the floor. He had rolled off the bed with a mild thump! “Allan!” Gill yelped, about to help him.
“Get him!” The other’s muffled cry rang out just as Raul loomed closer. “Quickly!”
“Right!”
“No way- you’re not gonna get there in ti-ihihihihehehehehe! Hehehehe, now whahahait a mihihinute! Gehahahah, Gill!” Raul’s attempts at an evil villain were squashed as Gill scribbled up his soles, making him falter and fall back. “Nohohoho, nohohohot my feheheheheht! Ehahhahahaha! Geheha- Giihihihihll! Dohoohohn’t!”
“We’re a different beast now!” Gill cried back, giggling alongside his friends. “The ones who feast now! And, eh- some other lyrics I don’t remember cause you usually answer your phone by then.”
“Nerd.” Allan peered up at him from the edge of the bed, charmed at Raul’s increasing laughing fits. “Here I come.”
“Nohohoho, nohohoht bohohohotho of yoohho-OHOOHU!” Now he was really laughing, flailing on the bed like a fish out of water as Allan and Gill tickled him senselessly. He tried to reach out, but Gill had leaned back far enough that his swipes didn’t connect. That, with Allan laying across his calves like an anchor, kept him safe. “Cohohohome ohohohoh, guhuhuys I’m shoohohhohoohrry!”
“Little late for that, mythos boy.” Allan teased him, reaching out and gently scratching along the tops of his kicking feet. “I like throwing mutinies. We should do this more often.”
“Yeah, we shou-Ah! H-Hey, doohohn’t do thahahat!” Gill giggled when Allan abandoned Raul, his hand finding his knee and squeezing. “Nohohoht nohohow! Wehehehere a teahhaam!”
“I’m a mercenary. I do as I please.” The thief snickered as he increased his efforts, shaking off Gill’s attack on their friend. “Or is that a free agent? Traitor?”
“Yohohoohu’re a fieheheheend!” The hands shot up from his knees to his sides, making him squeal and fall backwards. “Ahahahallahahan yohoohohohu jehehehherk!”
“Ohohoho, trouble in the dream team? Raul giggled as he sat up, recovering quickly. He gently poked at Allan’s sides as he watched them fight, making the purple man twitch from time to time. “You’ve let your guard down, Gilly. Now, where was I?”
“Whahat-Ehhehehek! Nohohohoho!” Raul resumed his tickles, only this time he was targeting him! Between Allan’s hands kneading the soft bits of his torso and Raul’s fingers tracing his knees, he was slowly losing his sanity. “Yohoohhou bohohohoth suhuhuhuck! Ehahahahaha, cohohohome ohohohohn!”
“You heard him. Come on and tickle him for real, mythos.” Allan winked, and Raul giggled.
“You got it, my second in command!”
“Noohoh, nohohoh bet! NOHOHOHO BEHEHEHET!”
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“Heh…hehehe…I’m so tihihired.” Gill couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. He was so physically drained it was amazing he could even speak. Truhuhuhce?”
“Truce.” Raul smiled down at him, unfairly composed. Even when Allan re-turned the tables on him mid-tickle attack, the actor was a picture of ease. The unspoken winner of their impromptu tickle fight. “You both put up a great fight. Next time I’ll break out the pankration and really show you what I’m made of!”
“Just keep your clothes on.” Allan huffed from against the pillows, seeming even more exhausted than Gill. He looked ready to fall asleep at any moment, giggling weakly when Raul gently tickled his belly. “Ge-het off. Did we ever decide on the movie?”
“Oh yeah- I forgot about that. Whydon’t you pick this time, Gill?” Raul looked towards him, but the younger man was sleeping soundly. “We lost one. What about you Al…
Another man down. Raul smiled warmly as he watched his two friends snoring against the pillows. Looks like his Olympian-level tickling skills were too intense for them.
“To think you two hated each other when you first met. Now look at you- closer than ever.” He snuggled back in his spot, snacking on his popcorn as the opening credits of his movie pick rolled. “Thanks for being here with me, you two.”
