"I thought you said you weren't ticklish" with ler!demo and lee!solly :3
A mix of laughter and a scream could be heard coming from the common room. In fact, it was loud enough to reach Soldier's ears and sent him rushing to the source.
"Enemy alert, enemy alert, everyone, regroup-!"
He stopped instantly once he arrived in the doorway.
It was not a sneaky enemy attack, it wasn't even anyone accidentally burning the kitchen. Or in case of some of them not accidentally at all. The point was what met Soldier's eyes was Sniper sitting in Heavy's lap. Still screaming.
"Maggot, what is going on!? What is this Commie-?"
"KKKHAHAHA! AHAHHA!" Sniper wailed again. "S-STOHOHOHAP HIHIHIM!"
Sniper's arms flailed wildly and that's when Soldier saw it. One of Heavy's arms was keeping Sniper pinned to his chest, while the other one was wiggling against the marksman's ribs. Oh.
"Sniper was being rude," Heavy simply claimed, like that was enough of an excuse. Maybe it was.
"Bah! That is no serious emergency." Soldier thumped his leg and just when he was about to turn around and find something better to take care of-
"Naw, c'mon, laddie, not good enough of a show fer ye?" Demoman revealed his presence and spoke from the couch trying his best to be louder than Sniper, his eyes moving from the tickle pair to Soldier. "It's good fer me." He took a sip of his scrumpy.
"Show?!" Soldier raised an eyebrow under his helmet. "Being ticklish does not count as entertainment, this is an unforgivable weakness!" With that he took off, ignoring Sniper's curses.
However, he didn't get to go far before, aside from Sniper's laughter, he could hear thumps of steps behind him. Instincts kicked again and he was face to face with the intruder.
"Eh, naw, lad, still me." Demo blinked at the other.
"Good job, then!" Soldier patted him on the shoulder. "Keep it up."
"Aye." Demo grinned. "But actually, I wanted to ask ye a question."
"Ye said that ticklin' is a weakness."
"That is not a question, but yes!" Soldier straightened his posture. "It is. Just like pain."
"Riiiiight." Demo rolled his eyes half-heartedly. "Guess it's bad then that every mate in this team is ticklish."
"WHAT!?" Soldier's helmet almost flew off his head. "Everyone?"
"Yep. Checked it meself." Demo grinned to himself. "'S not that weird, actually, doc once said that someone not bein' ticklish would be more of an er, "atypical nervous reaction"."
"Hmp, so everyone here is a weakling," Soldier scoffed and crossed his arms. "Aside from me. I knew it all along. Soldier prevails, maggots!"
"Soooo, you're saying ye're not ticklish?"
"Correct!" Soldier saluted.
"Riiiight." Demo narrowed his eyes. "Mind if I check then?"
"Weakness inspection, I approve!" Soldier agreed enthusiastically but then added quickly, "Even if I know there are no weaknesses on this body." He patted his chest. "You still have-." He choked on his words when Demo started pulling him with him, away from the common room.
Even though Sniper's laughter has died a while ago, Demo figured they could use a different area for that "test". And what a better place than his own room where he could be like, 50% sure no one would come uninvited.
So, they entered the area, and he lightly pushed Soldier towards his messy couch where the other sat down, still as straight as a guitar string but definitely not tense. And Demo thought that could only mean one thing,
"He genuinely thinks he's not ticklish."
Fine then, either he would make an absolute fool out of himself orrrr prove to a very unwilling mercenary that he is ticklish as well. He weighed the pros and cons, and his mind was made up.
"Alright, lad, remember, no laughing."
He sat down next to Soldier and shifted into a more comfortable position. His hands hovered above the other's body for a moment or two and then-.
Squeezed both of Soldier's knees.
"Aha, what was that?" He smirked, not only because Soldier actually made a sound, but also because from his bent position he could see his eyes, and they were widened.
"Nothing!" Soldier, of course, denied everything.
"Mmmm, sure. Be it yer way."
Demo didn't stop, his hands still sitting on the trusted source that were Soldier's knees and kept squeezing. He hummed when they started twitching and the corners of Soldier's lips started moving up.
"I dunno, ye seem to be reactin', alright."
"This is... ngh, nothing," Soldier hissed through gritted teeth. "I-It's magic, you're using magic!"
The reaction on knees sure was promising but became even better once Demo's hands moved up to the sides of Soldier's thighs and scratched.
"Mmmph!" Soldier's hands moved, just a bit, to grab Demo's, but he managed to stop them just in time.
"Naaw," Demo tickled at the area just between thighs and hips, just where he could feel the bone. "I thought ye said ye weren't ticklish," He purred, half in satisfaction, half playfully, and pinched the skin.
To Demo's delight, Soldier's voice as well as body were now shaking. There were definitely no other excuses available now.
In his enthusiasm Demo put his hands under Soldier's arms and picked him up. It didn't last long, however.
"HAAAAAH!" Soldier wheezed, his hands instantly plastered to his sides.
"Ohoho-hoh. What have we here?" Demo's all-teeth grin was positively evil.
"N-Nothing." The panic in Soldier's voice was absolutely delightful. His arms were making absolutely sure Demo couldn't free his hands from under them even if he tried. "Demoman, I order you t-to stop this r-right nggh, right now!" He sputtered.
"Hmmmm, no." Demo pretended to ponder. "Not only are ye ticklish, ye're really ticklish. Admit it."
"No!" Soldier shook his head so strongly his helmet was now askew. "This is all propaganda. N-Not true at all! Maggot, let me go, or I swear-!" Demo scratched just once in the hollows. "AH!"
Once Soldier threw his head back there was no saving his face getting fully uncovered but at least he managed to catch the helmet. However, instead of putting it back in its place Soldier was now holding it against his face. All in all, if covering his face was the goal Demo had to admit this move was definitely doing its job better than before.
A shame really because he was starting to notice blush on Soldier's face. The good thing, however? Soldier uncovered his armpits completely and Demo was not planning to miss his chance.
His fingers renewed their eager exploration of Soldier's armpits to which their owner in turn returned to laughing, though now it wasn't just a single burst but a continuous stream.
"AHAHAHAHAHA! G-GGHAHAHA!"
No amount of helmet covering could muffle his laughter enough.1
"Guess that means yer just like the rest o' us." Demo shook his head, mock-disapprovingly. "Full of weaknesses. Yer armpits seem to be the worst weakness-central yet."
"NOHOHOHOH, I-I REHEHEHEFUSE!"
"Aye, refuse all ye want, Private Haircut." Demo vibrated his finger which resulted in an actual squeal from Soldier. "Even with one eye I can see it all just fine. Tickle tickle tickle! If that helps, ye can see it as a punishment for lyin' about not bein' ticklish."
"IT WAHAHAHASN'T A-!" The rest of the sentence dissolved in the absolutely wild wheeze escaping Soldier. He tried to come back to it a few more times but each time more laughter or wheezing proved to be superior. "GAHAHAHAHAHA! D-DEHEHEHEHEMO- GAHAHA!"
"Idea!" Demo beamed while drilling his thumbs into the center of Soldier's armpits, causing him to spasm. "I stop when ye admit yer ticklish."
"Whatever ye say, lad." Demo shrugged. "I have a whole day."
Help, this is the longest one yet, that ain't a drabble :'). Anyway, I'm glad I got to try writing those two's speech because before I had found it quite intimidating, especially Demo's but I think I did ok :}. Didn't help however that at first both sites with Soldier and Demo's lines didn't freaking work.
