Warning: You will never think of tickling the same way again.

Also, Tyki x Allen, but that doesn't need a warning, right? :'D

Characters are not mine, just the childhood-ruining situations.

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It started innocent enough. In fact, it ended innocent enough, too, it was the middle part that made Allen's head spin.

"Hey, Tyki," Allen said, setting his cup down and sitting down next to the aforementioned Noah, "are you ticklish?"

Tyki glanced up, placing a bookmark in the novel he was reading that Allen wasn't all that sure he wanted to know the name of, and placed it aside. "Why do you ask?"

"Eh, I don't know...just...curious...."

"Well, if you must know, then no. I'm not."

Allen frowned. "Are you sure about that?"

"Positive," Tyki said, smirking.

Allen stared at him for a moment. He scooted over slightly.

Tyki blinked. Then Allen poked him in the side.

This time, Tyki didn't blink. He just continued staring apathetically at Allen.

"Awwww," Allen whined, pouting, "that's just not fair."

"Why, are you ticklish?"

"Ah," Allen mumbled, "n-no..."

"Is that so?" Tyki purred, leaning ever so slightly towards the Exorcist.

"Yes, that is so," Allen stated, crossing his arms.

"So, you wouldn't do anything if I did...this?"

And of course, Allen knew what was coming, but his reflexes failed him and he couldn't help a small giggle escaping when Tyki poked him between the ribs.

But a moment later, his stoic composure was back.

"Oi," he said, frowning.

"Hmmmm?" Tyki smirked. "You know, I could have sworn that earlier you said you weren't ticklish."

"Well."

"Well, indeed."

Allen scooted over to the far end of the couch, glaring at Tyki throughout.

Tyki smirked. Then he slid over next to Allen, trapping him next to the side of the couch. And then, despite Allen pushing him away, Tyki prodded Allen one, two, three, four times in his side, each finger in turn. Allen failed miserably at suppressing his giggles.

"Oi, T-Tyki, don't--" but anything else was lost in laughter as Tyki, skilled with his hands as he is, poked and prodded every single possible place to make Allen positively scream with laughter.

There were a few times when Allen wasn't entirely sure what sort of response Tyki was trying to get out of him, but every single time it quickly switched back to tickling torture.

Allen's struggle soon deposited him, laughing, to the floor, and right after the Exorcist's sides started to ache, Tyki finally stopped.

In between trying to catch his breath back, Allen slowly realized the position he was in.

That is, pinned to the floor. And he wasn't quite sure about the mischievous gleam in Tyki's eyes.

"Do you know," the Noah asked, "what knismolagnia is?"

"Ah, nnnn---" Allen was about to answer, but was interrupted by the not particularly unpleasant sensation of Tyki's fingers brushing the back of his neck. In fact, the simple action caused a shiver to go down Allen's spine.

"Well, maybe," Tyki said, releasing Allen in order to return to his spot on the couch, "you should look it up." And with that, he went back to his book.

"Oi!" Allen complained, sitting up.

"Hm?"

"You get back down here and finish what you started!"

Tyki smirked. "Maybe next time."

Allen frowned. Then he stood up, grabbed the glass which he had previously been drinking out of, doused Tyki with the liquid that was left, and then stormed out of the room.

"Fucking tease..."

GO. GO LOOK IT UP.

:D You're welcome.

R&R, Y/Y.