Cat Got Your Tongue?
Hazbin Tickle Fic
SFW but does have suggestive language and swearing
Switch! Angel, Switch! Husk
Minor spoilers for the show
CW: Brief mention of Valentino and Angel's job, slight angst but it's short I promise, it's only two sentences
Summary: When Angel starts bothering Husk, the bartender discovers an interesting way to make him shut up. Unfortunately for him, Angel is one for revenge, and he has six hands.
Husk's ear twitched when Angel grabbed it for the third time now. He growled and swatted him away. "Fuck off, I'm working." Angel laughed. "No you ain't, we're the only ones here. All you're doin' is playin' cards." He said, his hands finding their way back to Husk's head to scritch between his ears.
An involuntary purr escaped before Husk could swat him off again. "Angel." A final warning. Next time he'd act. "Whatever babe, you love me." Angel grinned, leaning against the counter. He tried to stay quiet this time, and just watch Husk play with his cards, but he got bored quickly. He never intended to annoy Husk- Well sometimes he did, but today he wasn't! He was just restless, bored, and had a lot of energy that came out in bursts.
"Y'know when I was a kid, I tried teachin' myself these fancy card tricks. I went and showed my brother, and he asked me, 'You ever heard of the game 52 Pick-Up?' And I said 'no,' and when I handed him the deck, he tossed 'em everywhere! And then-"
"Angel, for fuck's sake, how hard is it to keep quiet for 60 seconds?" Husk grumbled, reaching out and prodding Angel's side a bit as he spoke. As he did, he noticed Angel stiffen up before taking a breath and relaxing again.
Angel was still trying to get used to friendly contact, especially after all the time he had spent with Val. Husk reaching out to poke him had startled him just a little, but he was quick to remind himself it was Husk. And Husk was safe. They were losers together after all.
"Fuck was that?" Husk asked suddenly. Angel felt his cheeks flush as he refused to speak all of a sudden. The bartender chuckled. "What? Cat got your tongue?" He asked, starting to catch on.
"Not yet, but I wish he would~" Angel said, unable to resist a joke that was practically handed to him.
Husk's ears flattened as he slapped the deck of cards on the counter. He was quick to step forward and start lightly pinching Angel's ribs, right between his upper and lower set of arms. This apparently was a bad spot, as the actor crumbled instantly, falling to his knees with a squeal.
"NO! Ah! Plehehehease!" Angel giggled frantically, his upper arms trying to grab Husk's hands while his lower arms seemed torn between crossing or pushing at his attacker, the confusion resulting in them sort of just hesitantly shaking in mid air before he clenched them into fists.
Husk gently dug his claws into the underarms of Angel's upper set of arms. The spider let go of his wrists and squealed, all four arms pinning themselves to his sides while he just kicked against the floor and giggled freely, shaking his head.
"You wanna rephrase what you said to me earlier?" Husk teased, kneading his thumbs right into Angel's underarms, making him toss his head back in laughter. "I'm sohohorry! I'm sohoho sohohohorry!"
Husk chuckled and stopped, pulling his hands away, letting his friend slump down and breathe, still slightly giggly. "Ahasshole.." He giggled out.
"Hey, not my fault you never said 'stop.' What's up with that, huh Angel?" He teased, gently skittering a claw up his side. Angel squeaked and snatched his hand up.
Instead of answering or trying to come up with a witty comeback, Angel simply raised Husk's arm and used two hands to tickle and spider over his sides and ribs. Husk inhaled sharply and held his breath, his ears flattening into 'airplane ears,' as he heard Vaggie call them one time.
Angel laughed and tickled faster. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue~?" As his hands tickled down his sides, closer to his hips, Husk finally cracked and started to laugh. It was deep, yet awkward and unsure, as he probably hadn't truly laughed like this in years. He couldn't even look at Angel as he laughed like this, he kept his eyes squeezed shut and his head turned away, his shoulders shaking as he laughed.
"Ha- Aheh! A-Ahangel wahaHAit!" He had started leg-kicking when two more hands popped out and started to scritch along his belly. "What's wrong, I thought kitties liked belly rubs." Angel grinned.
"That's dohohogs- FUCK- Nohohoho! Ahahangel-"
FWOOSH!
Husk's wings had suddenly fluffed out from all the adrenaline, causing Angel to momentarily pause. Taking the opportunity, he used one hand to pin Husk's arms over his head, pushing him flat on his back. One hand gently tickled under his chin, and the other four focused purely on his wings.
All hell broke loose.
Husk was laughing harder than Angel had ever heard from him, his legs were kicking, tail thrashing, and his wings flapped and pounded the floor frantically.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHANGEL NOHOHO! HAHA NAHAT THEHERE!"
Angel couldn't help but laugh along, seeing Husk like this was so funny to him. He'd never seen him lose control like this before. Even when he was drunk he could still keep it together, but a little scritch-scratching under his feathers made him absolutely lose it.
"HAHAHAHAHA NOHOHO! STOHOHOP AHAHANGEL STOHOHOP-"
Of course as soon as it was requested, Angel stopped. He let go of his wrists, retracted his third set of arms, and got off of the poor cat, giving him room to breathe.
Husk panted like his afterlife depended on it, taking in air the way he usually took in beer. "Ugh, haha.. Fuhuck yohou.. Dammit..." He chuckled out, his wings trying to fold in but they were too tired and worn out from all the flapping so they just trembled and laid there.
"Damn, you okay? I think you're more ticklish than me." Angel chuckled. Husk groaned and nodded. "'m fine, shuddup.. Just let me lay here. Maybe in silence for once since you couldn't do that earlier." He said, light heartedly.
Angel smiled, reached over and scritched between Husk's ears, making him purr again, and this time the bartender welcomed it.