A/N: Prompt for this one was for an EddEddy tickle fight.
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It started with a massage.
The work day had tried to murder Eddy's feet, but they'd lived to tell the tale. That tale was mostly screaming agony, which Eddy translated into long, whining groans for Double Dee's benefit. After listening to this for ten minutes and finally realizing he wasn't going to be left alone to finish his book, Double Dee had got them settled on his bed, Eddy's feet in his lap, and gone to work.
"Mmyeah, that's the stuff," Eddy said, melting into the pillows as Double Dee soothed his aching feet. "I limped home, y'know."
"I'm sure."
"Hey, I did!" Eddy insisted, batting at one hand with his foot. "An hour on the bus and it's like every part of my feet I didn't even know hurt started hurting– and I knew plenty of parts that hurt already!"
"That's becau–"
"Ehp, ehp, ehp," Eddy cut him off, waving a hand at him. "No– science or whatever. M'not in the mood."
Double Dee rolled his eye, barely hiding a smile, and went on with the massage in silence. Eddy filled that silence with happy little moans– and, when Double Dee's thumb brushed up under Eddy's toes, a short, coughing laugh.
"Oh, sorry, Eddy," Double Dee said, his smile was much more obvious and just a little evil. He squeezed Eddy's feet, a false comfort. "Did that tickle?"
"Yeah, right," Eddy snorted, tugging at his feet; Double Dee held tighter. "I ain't ticklish. But, uh, I do feel better, so–"
"Oh, no, Eddy– I insist." Double Dee was nearly giggling, like the soft touches he was scratching across the bottoms of Eddy's feet were tickling him.
He asked for it.
Eddy yanked one foot free, pointing it triumphantly into the air. Recovering quickly, Double Dee used both hands to hold Eddy's other foot and began tickling in earnest. Eddy squirmed and snorted laughter– but he had a plan. Aiming around his own flailing foot, he jabbed his toes up under Double Dee's ribs, into his best-known ticklish spot.
Double Dee lost his grip immediately, wrapping his arms around himself in self-defense even as he shook with twittering laughter. Too bad for him, he trapped Eddy's foot up against him. All Eddy had to do to press his assault was wiggle his toes.
Eddy cackled in pure glee– he was winning and he hadn't even had to get up.
"Surrender!" he crowed, wrapping his free leg around Double Dee to keep him from escaping.
But Eddy's demand seemed to give him a second wind. He declared– or more like sputtered– "I've not yet begun to fight!" around his laughter. After taking in a few huge, gasping breaths, he jerked to partially free himself and threw himself half on top of Eddy.
Eddy's protest was lost in laughter as Double Dee used the element of surprise to his advantage, getting one hand under Eddy's shirt to pepper his attacks from belly to armpit and digging the fingers of his other hand into the crook of Eddy's neck. His breath tickled Eddy's ear where he lay across him, but it was hard to say if that was on purpose.
Convulsing, trying to buck him, Eddy gasped, "Okay, wise guy–"
He cut himself off with a yelp as the two of them rolled off the bed and thumped onto the floor. There came the pad of slippered feet on the stairs as Eddy and Double Dee stared at each other, dazed. It was as Double Dee's mother poked her head in to check on them that they burst out laughing all over again.
