Abraxos looked up at the sudden entrance to his room, giggling like a madman, she ran across the threshold and threw herself at him, he dropped his book to catch her, lest she tumble over the other side of the bed from pure momentum. Chuckling when she hugged herself as close to his side as she could, looking out at the doorway, he watched in amusement as his Captain sauntered up to the entrance, and crossed his arms as he leaned against the doorframe.
"Let that be a lesson to you, little lady."
He kisses the top of her head. "What did she do?"
"She told our newest plaything how to escape from us."
The other Power looks down at his baby girl, rubbing her arm lightly. "You did, did you?"
She nods, giggling still, and curls her arm around her belly as much as she can. "Myhyhy behehehelly huhuhurts!"
They share a fond chuckle, shaking their heads at her fondly, and exchange a smile. "Well, I can see you've been punished enough, so I'll let this one go." He kisses her head again. "Besides, I like the thrill of a challenge."
Nisroc rubs his hands together lightly. "Well, I take my leave, then. I have things I need to do."
"Like what, exactly."
"Hunting down our adorable little elect."
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He couldn't help but giggle, for he knew what was to come, she had told him what would happen if he caught him after making his escape, hanging upside down over his Captain's shoulder as they walked calmly over the training field. Elders watched them pass, his old big brothers watched them pass, it being one of those rare days that the Powers were free from duties, they all spent their days up in the Pavilion relaxing through this rare day of down time between them all.
Nisroc pat his thigh as he looked down for the first step, slowly climbing their way up to the Pavilion above them, he saw the row of boots at the entrance to their home, the Lounge empty of bodies.
"What are you doing?"
He stiffened at the new voice, fingers curling in the back of his Captain's tunic, he felt him curl his fingers around his thigh comfortingly, just above his knee.
Bare feet padded softly against the warm stone underfoot, the sound of gulping as someone took a drink from a glass, he knew the voice, it was the same voice of the Power that had helped patch him up after the last training session, he'd bound his cut hand and rubbed the tension from his shoulders, he'd ended up falling asleep slumped against him and he'd still been there when he'd woken some time later, silently reading a book.
Nisroc pat his bottom softly and he squirmed over his shoulder. "Just teaching a bit of a lesson." He reached back and pinched at his side, eliciting a soft giggle from the small elect. "A bit of fun, really."
"A bit of fun?" He heard the distinctive sound of a cup being set on one of the wooden side tables, the padding of feet on stone as he drew closer, "I want to have a bit of fun, too." And shrieked when fingers spider'd up his under thighs playfully, kicking out as best as he could, trying to dislodge the fingers that followed him no matter which direction he tried to turn or how hard he tried to kick out. "Oh, nice, fun indeed." Fingers turned inwards, squeezing at his inner thighs and he squealed brightly, feeling his cheeks heat up red, and began pounding his fists against his Captain's back in favor of clutching at his tunic. "So, this is our giggly little elect I keep hearing about?"
He feels the Captain quake as he chuckles, tightening his grip on the wiggly boy hanging over his shoulder, letting his brother have his fun for the moment. "Indeed, it is, have you met Puriel yet, Sablo?" He makes to answer the question, mouth forming the words, when fingers pinch at his inner thighs again and all that he manages to get out is another squeal. "It looks like someone has sensitive little thighs, makes me think of my little Sasha, ahh the memories that brings back. I haven't played with him for quite a bit. I think we should have some quality time together soon." He nods at his brother. "Puri, you've struck gold."
It still amazes him how playful Heavens most fearsome warriors are.
Abraxas had said they were only fearsome in the heat of battle though, that much was becoming evident to him, and that behind the scenes they were all a bunch of big, muscular, softies. Who, apparently, liked torturing the younger ones.
"Listen to him, he can't even form words, he's laughing too hard." Fingers stroke softly at his soles and he shrieks lightly, kicking at the hands, and they both laugh softly. "You guys are right, he is rather giggly, its endearing."
Nisroc chuckles softly, patting his bottom again. "I told you he was." His fingers curl around his left thigh, digging deeply into the meat of his inner thigh, and he squeals again, pounding at his back again, until he stops. The medic presses his thumb into his upper sole comfortingly. "I can see I'm going to have plenty of fun with you, little guy, I can't wait." He steps away, the glass sliding off the wooden table as he takes it back in hand, another gulp, another sip. "I'll leave you to your fun, brother."
"I thank you, brother, and you have your fun."
"Oh," he chuckles softly. "I intend to. Have you seen Hani, by chance?"
"The last time I saw him he was in the Armory scrubbing his boots. Why?"
"Oh, nothing too important." Puriel steps around them, rubbing the back of Sablo's head as he passes by. "There are just a few things I think he needs to be reminded of, is all."
Nisroc chuckles softly, nodding his head. "I understand. Make sure he learns it well."
"Oh, he will, I assure you."
He chuckles again, turning them back around, continuing their trek to his room. Nisroc's room is big, not too big, but big enough for two beds and two wardrobes. His desk sits under the window, a bookshelf along the far wall, and the embers in the fireplace on the other burning a soft orange still. He bends forward, tugging the younger Power back over his shoulder by the back of his tunic. Sablo yelps as his world is turned, and he flails lightly as he's thrown over onto the bed, bouncing on the mattress softly. His Captain looms over him, hands resting on his hips lightly, as he smiles down at him. "I'm going to show you what happens to those who try and get me. Tell me," he slowly lowers himself, climbing up over him, and he curls his arms around himself in anticipation. "Did our little Aba tell you what happens next?"
He nods, giggling softly as his older brother settles over his legs softly, keeping him in place for the absolute torture that's about to come. "Why are you so nice to me?"
"Simple." He curls his fingers around the bottom of his tunic and begins pulling it gently out from under his belt. "You're my baby brother, baby boy, and I adore all my baby siblings."
"I'm your baby brother?"
The oldest Power nods, pausing in his preparations, and looks up at him gently. "I can't take back how your brothers treated you, Sablo, no matter how much I wish I could, the best I can do is show you the care and love that they should have shown you, and I will ensure that you know it."
"But I'm not a fledgling anymore."
"I know you're not. But there are two babies in our small tight knit family, and you are one of them. I'm afraid it's just going to be your life now. And, no matter how old you get, you're never too old to laugh, never too old to play with your big brothers, and you've got six of them. You just haven't met them all yet."
"You guys aren't how everyone thinks you are."
He raises an eyebrow at him. "And, just how does everyone think we are?"
"Stern, fearsome, strict."
"Oh, trust me, we are. Especially on the battle field. We are strict about a few things, there's a few rules that there are consequences if they're broken, like hiding injuries, lying, abusing your position is a big no-no." He smiles down at him, pulling his tunic up over his belly, the warm air covering the belly surface. "But as long as you follow our rules everything will be fine."
"I like having you guys as my big brothers."
Nisroc smiles at him gently, leaning forward to press his lips to his forehead, giving him a gentle tender kiss. "I'm glad to hear that. It warms my heart." He looks down at his bare belly. "Now, what am I going to do to you." He tilts his head, drumming his fingers over his lower belly, and he giggles softly at the feeling. "I could go easy on you, it's your first offense, obviously." He wiggles his fingers in lightly and the young elect giggles harder, squirming under him as best as he can softly, his fingers curling in the quilt underneath him. "Or, I could teach you the lesson now, make you think twice about trying to get me next time."
"IhIhI thihihink yoohohou shohhould gohoho eheheheasy ohohon mehehe!"
"You think I should go easy on you?" He stills his fingers, the Captain looks up at him, a playful light in his eyes. "I don't know, that makes me want to go on with the lesson, that wouldn't be going easy on you. You have to learn that all actions had consequences."
"Eheheheasy! Yohohou shohohould gohhooho eahahahhasy ohohon mehehee."
He digs his fingers deeply into his lower belly, the younger angel under him shrieks brightly, arching his back at the suddenness of the assault. The older angel looks down at the smooth belly surface, moving his fingers to the side of his belly so he can press a kiss to the shaking belly surface, he rests his chin on the shaking belly and looks up to meet his bright eyes.
The thing with Sablo is, when he laughs, his eyes laugh with him, when he smiles, his eyes smile too. His eyes brighten considerably so, full of happiness and laughter and playfulness. It's a wonderful sight to see, that's why they come after him so much, it's a sight that's rarely seen in the younger ones anymore, and to see it now is breathtaking.
"You want me to go easy on you, huh?"
He nods frantically, his bright laughter bringing a smile to his features, and his bright, laughter filled eyes open to peer into his. His gaze makes his heart soar, he loves that look, that spark that comes to those beautiful baby blues. The Captain shakes his head gently, rubbing his chin into his belly, rubbing his beard in good, and the young elect shrieks again, sucking in his belly as much as he can.
Nisroc chuckles softly, halting his attack for a moment, looking up at him with playful eyes. "You think sucking in your little belly is going to stop me?" His new baby brother holds his breath, nodding quickly, watching his older brother smile at him. "You should relax, you're only going to strain yourself, and we don't want that." He chuckles again when the young one shakes his head stubbornly. "I said you need to relax." He digs his fingers back into his belly, Sablo bites his lip, squirming slightly from side to side, until giggles start to escape him, it's when he rubs his beard back into his belly that he lets go of his breath, shrieking in laughter. "That's it, good boy." He pokes his lower belly playfully. "Look at that, you still have a bit of baby fat, that's just adorable."
"I dohoho noohohoot!"
"You do." He pokes his belly lightly with two fingers. "Right here." The Captain looks up at him. "Now, I want to see if I can make you squeal like Puri did." He spiders the fingers of his right hand up his side and he shrieks in laughter, leaning as far away from his fingers as he can manage in his position, and the older Power clicks his tongue and shakes his head. "We can't have that."
Fingers dig back into his belly, and when he arches his back, arms slide underneath him and curls around his stomach. "That's better, let's get to work." He leans over to the side, the little elect's giggles grow harder as he watches him with widening eyes, screaming with laughter when his older brother buries his face into his side. Just like he had when they had first met, officially, back when he'd come into his room for the very first time, and he has the same reaction. He squeals brightly, sounding much like a fledgling does, and buries his fingers in his Captains long dirty blonde hair, he tries to lean away but the arms circled around his belly keep him in place. He squeals again when the older angel shakes his head, rubbing his chin into his side, the scratchy feeling of his well kept beard adding to the sensations, he tugs at the Powers hair when he feels him nibble softly at the slight pudge on his side shrieking in laughter. When he stills, takes a deep breath, and blows out a long raspberry, he squeals again, and gives up on the thought of pulling him away and starts to push at his head instead.
He's not strong enough to push the older Power away, and as he shakes his head again, rubbing his chin into his side, he instead reaches for his hands, curled lightly around his sides and tries to pry them away. He arches his back again, trying to twist over, when he nibbles at his slight pudge again.
Nisroc laughs softly when he pulls away from his side, coming to rest on his tummy again, he shakes his head softly. "My, my," he takes in the mess he's made of their little elect, gulping in breath after breath, giggling deliriously in the aftermath of his brutal attack. "Someone's gone crazy."
"Whyhyhyhyyy ahahhaare yohohou sohoho meehehheahahan tohoho meheehee!"
"Because I'm your big brother." He wiggles his fingers into the sides of his tummy, and he arches his back again. "And, because I can be and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
The elder leans over to the left, and his eyes widen, trying to lean away from him and begins to giggle harder. "NO! Noho! Nohoot agahahain! NO! No, no, no! Stahahay awaahay! Stay away!" His fingers curl around the ones curled around the sides of his belly, shaking his head frantically, his giggles pick up into laughter, and he's not even doing anything.
It's just the thought. The thought of it. He knows how bad it's going to be, his other side is still tingling from the attack, he knows what's going to happen.
"Here I come."
"NO! No, no, no, no! Get away! Gehehet Awaahahay!"
"I'm almost there."
"Nohohoot aahahagahahain! Nohoho! Dohohon't! Gehehet awahahahay! Geheheheet awahahahay!"
He screams when he buries his face into his left side, he arches his back, reaching down to push at the arms wrapped under his back, trying to push himself out from under the Power Captain. And then he remembers, it's what got him in this predicament in the first place, but he was desperate, especially when he started nibbling at the pudge on his side again. He reaches down, digging his fingers sharply in his Captain's highest ribs, he shrieks in surprise, jumping away from him. Sablo takes that as his chance, twisting over onto his stomach, he tries to crawl over to the other side of the bed, his moment of freedom doesn't last long though, fingers curl around his ankles and tug him back again and he shrieks at his failed attempt for freedom.
He screams again, squealing brightly, it's a shrill fledgling like squeal, when fingers run up and down his sides, his left and his right, at the same moment, and a face buries in the side of his neck. He screams in uproarious laughter, kicking his feet, pounding his fists against the mattress, tears quickly form in his eyes.
"What happens when you try and get me?" He nuzzles deeply into his neck. "This is what happens. I want you to remember this."
Sablo wants to beg him to stop, wants to say something, he wants to use his words. But, he can't. He can't do anything but laugh. And laugh. And laugh. And laugh. He's going to die here. His older brother is going to kill him.
And then there's sweet relief, for a moment, and the brutal attack stops. He chokes for a breath, his chest heaving for air, he rubs the tears away with his fingers.
"Are you still alive?" The elder sounds extremely amused.
"Myhyhy beheheehelly!"
Nisroc chuckles above him. "What about your belly?"
"Huhuhuurrttss! Myhy beheheelly huhurhurhurts!"
"Your belly hurts?" He stiffens at that tone he uses. "Let me help you."
He scrabbles to pull himself forward, but the Power tugs him around, burying his face into his belly.
"Nonononooooohohoho! Stooop! Stohooohop! I caan't! I caaahahahan't!"
When he nibbles on the slight belly pudge, he loses it, his laughter goes silent and he just falls limp. He arches his back and throws his head back, drilling his heels into the mattress, as tears slowly drip from his eyes.
His Captain pulled away from his belly. "Does your belly still hurt?"
He shakes his head frantically, shakes his head as if his life depends on it, but his belly still hurts, his chest is heaving for air, sweet, sweet air. He just lays there limply, giggling deliriously, his belly and sides are sore, his cheeks are wet, and his eyes sting.
Nisroc chuckles softly. "I hope you learned your lesson."
Sablo nods, he's learned this lesson, he's learned it well. He's never going to use the knowledge he'd gained from Abraxas again, he'd rather take the playful torture and endure it, this, this was brutal. He never wants to be on this side again.
His older brother smiles down at him and falls over to the side, laying on his back next to him, and Sablo slowly turns onto his side, curling up against the elder Power, hugging his arm to his chest, and he chuckles again, rubbing his fingers over his comfortingly. He reaches over with his free hand to rub at the back of his head tenderly.
"Why don't you roll over," he raises his arm slightly. "I'll rub your shoulders."
Sablo does, still hugging his arm, he rolls over onto his belly, pressed up against his older brother's side, his big brother, he's merciless and gentle and he loves him. Fingers press into his shoulder, rubbing soothingly, working the tension and the knots out, and he sighs deeply as he melts under the gentle, tender touches.
"Close your eyes, baby boy." He does as he's told, closing his eyes softly, his cheek presses against the older angels upper arm. "Now just relax."
That feels nice. Right there. Yes, right there, that feels good.
"Take yourself a nap, baby boy, you need it after that."
He does. A nap sounds good. He wants to take a nap. He's comfortable, he's sleepy, completely worn out after such a brutal attack.
Nis may be merciless.
But he'll also take good care of him.
