#*sskk fics

[kyouka-supremacy]

I saw your reply to that anon and had a small question because you said your favorite Dazai ship is Fyozai but I think I remember a while back you said Odazai was your favorite? Maybe I'm remembering wrong lol, or did something happen to change your fave to Fyozai?

Hope this question doesn't disturb you, have a good day/evening!

Chapter 105.5 happened!!!

[inamagicalhallucination]

my favorite sskk trope is ppl like akutagawa’s acquaintances meeting atsushi and being flabbergasted that the sweetest, purest, softest, can do no wrong-est guy is with mr grumpy pants and no one believing akutagawa when he says that atsushi is actually feral

so essentially ppl having a very soft baby boy uwu perspective of atsushi just becuz he’s sweet and smiles a lot and so on 

but akutagawa obviously knows atsushi since theyre dating so he’s like ‘guys. guys no. guys yesterday i told him he should eat something other than chazuke and he tried to bite me. guys. guys please believe me.’

[iridescentgleam]

you ever read an interpretation of your favorite ship(s)/character(s) that is just so contrary to what you believe and/or canon that you can't help but read more bc it is just so fascinating how wrong a person can be?

[aunnokokyuu]

what if YOU were a poor little animation studio who kept straightifying the very homosexual moments between a tiger and a malnourished victorian child in order to make the anime more appealing to the general public. but THE MANGAKA HIMSELF said NO here’s a scene where said malnourished victorian child sensually bites the tiger’s neck while he’s transformed as a vampire and U HAVE TO ANIMATE IT THIS TIME BCS ITS IMPORTANT TO THE PLOT!!! now bones if you straightify that scene like you did to akutagawa telling atsushi to run you fool then you can trust that i’ll find you more than you trust in god

[littencloud9]

the difference is INSANE. the way i’d collapse to the floor if i was atsushi

[intheticklecloset]

Liar (Bungo Stray Dogs)

One Shot

Summary: At a celebratory tea party, Dazai lets slip that Akutagawa has a favorite spot to be tickled. Of course, his new boyfriend Atsushi simply MUST know what it is!

Word Count: 2233

~~~

“Oh, Atsushi~” Dazai sang as he set a plate of cookies on the table between them. “You know your new boyfriend is super ticklish, right?”

Akutagawa promptly choked on his tea. Atsushi laughed.

“Yeah, I know, Dazai,” the weretiger replied through a huge smile as he slapped Akutagawa’s back, trying to help.

Akutagawa, for his part, couldn’t care less if every other word he spoke came out strangled thanks to the droplets of tea still trying to slip down his windpipe. He snapped, “And what exactly was your goal in asking that? If he hadn’t known, you’d have just outed me!”

Dazai plopped down on the cushion across from them both and smiled. “Oh, that was the whole point, Akutagawa. If he didn’t know, I was going to make sure he definitely did by the end of today.”

The mafioso flushed, and Atsushi continued to smile at him.

The three of them were having tea at Dazai’s place; the detective had been so excited that they had finally made it official that he insisted on throwing a small party for them. Though Akutagawa had thought the whole thing ridiculous – and now, perhaps dangerous for him – Atsushi had found it endearing and had insisted they do it.

“Besides,” the brunette continued, “what’s the point of having a boyfriend if you can’t have a little tickle fight once in a while?”

Atsushi finally turned that smile on their host. “Speaking from experience?”

Dazai sighed dramatically. “I wish. Chuuya is cute but he can’t take a hint.”

Chuuya and Dazai had made it official a couple of months earlier, and to be honest, their getting together was what spurred Akutagawa to finally ask Atsushi out. After all, if their bosses could do it, why couldn’t they?

The detective leaned in conspiratorially. “Have you found his fluff spot yet?”

Akutagawa decided not to dare and reach for a cookie after all. He glared at Dazai instead. Atsushi looked intrigued, and that wasn’t good. That was never good.

“Fluff spot?” the weretiger asked, taking a cookie himself with no hesitation. “You mean his worst spot? I think so. It’s his ribs, isn’t it?”

Stop talking about me like I’m not here! Akutagawa wanted to yell, but he pressed his lips together firmly, blushing harder when Dazai shot him a look that told him he was in deep trouble.

“Sure, his ribs are his most ticklish spot, but I’m talking about the spot that he loves having tickled.”

Atsushi spun to his boyfriend. “You have a spot you love getting tickled? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I don’t,” Aku shot back, though a sharp jolt of…something shot through his entire nervous system in response to the way his partner was looking at him now. Anxiety? Excitement? The desire to leap out the window and run far away from here before anyone got any ideas?

Dazai tsked. “Liar.”

That one word made the mafioso shudder in his seat. He knew that tone. How many times had he been tickled near to tears after hearing that tone? He shot his gaze over to Atsushi, who looked like a puppy who’d discovered a new squeaky toy.

“Don’t,” Aku said, throwing his pride out the window. “He’s crazy – how would he know if I had a spot like that? Which I don’t!” He shuffled slightly away from the weretiger. “He’s just trying to get you riled up for nothing. You’re the one who wanted to be here; my tea will get cold, and that would be a waste. And rude.”

Atsushi beamed from ear to ear and leaned over so their noses were nearly touching. “That’s a lot of words, Akutagawa. Are you sure you’re not the one getting riled up?”

“Why would I—?!” Akutagawa cut himself off, deciding to switch tactics. He closed the short distance between them with a long kiss, hoping that would deter Atsushi’s train of thought. It worked well enough at home.

Not here, though, apparently. Atsushi hummed happily after pulling away, then – still making eye contact with his partner – asked, “Where’s the spot, Dazai?”

Akutagawa’s eyes widened in surprise, and a little bit of panic.

Dazai started to reply, but in a blind frenzy, Akutagawa shouted, “Don’t you dare say another word, Dazai!” And then he latched onto Atsushi’s sides and dug in desperately.

“Aiiieeeee!” Atsushi squealed, bursting into giggles. He tried squirming away but Aku kept up with him easily, tackling him to the floor, tickling all the way.

The detective sighed again, this time in a dreamy way, and propped his hand in his chin as he watched them struggle. “Ah, young love.”

“Ehehehehehehehe! Quihihihihick, tehehehehehell me, Dazai!”

“Not a word!” Aku yelled, switching to his boyfriend’s tummy, a small part of him melting at the sound of his favorite person’s happy giggles while the larger part focused on distracting him however he needed to.

“You know I can’t take sides, children~”

Atsushi threw his head back with laughter and pleaded, “FIHIHIHIHINE, DON’T TEHEHEHEHELL ME!!” And for a moment Akutagawa thought he’d won, but then: “SHOHOHOHOW ME INSTEHEHEHEHEAD!!”

Shit.

Akutagawa jerked his head over to look at Dazai, who was getting to his feet, and something inside him started to crumble. “No!”

Dazai rounded the table quickly, coming up behind Akutagawa.

“No! Rashomon!”

The jet black tendrils of his coat lashed out at Dazai, and even before they reached him the mafioso knew it was useless. Thinking fast, he leapt to his feet, leaving his giggling boyfriend behind as he sprinted for the aforementioned window, fully intending to actually jump out of it now and make his escape.

But Dazai was fast, and he grabbed onto his former protégé with ease, dragging him back by the collar of his coat, effectively keeping him from using his ability anymore.

Akutagawa’s mind went blank. It wasn’t panic – although he was definitely nervous. It was one thing to have Atsushi tickle him in the privacy of their apartment or for Dazai to do it now and then just for fun, but both of them? At the same time? Working together?

He was screwed.

“Wait,” he cried as he was tossed onto his back on the ground just as Atsushi was getting up to his knees. Dazai pulled his arms above him and pinned his wrists to the floor, winking at him playfully. “No! Don’t touch me!” Atsushi plopped himself comfortably across Aku’s hips. “I swear, weretiger, I will make you pay for this—!”

“Oh, so we’re back to ‘weretiger’ now?” Atsushi teased, cracking his knuckles and wiggling his fingers just above his boyfriend’s torso, smiling when he jumped and let out a tiny noise that was somewhere between a squeak and a whine. Atsushi gave him a knowing smile. “The spot, Dazai?”

Dazai chuckled, settling in as if to watch a good show. “Oh, you’ll know it when you get to it. He can’t hide how much he loves it to save his life.”

Akutagawa was going to murder them both.

Atsushi jabbed two fingers into either side of Aku’s ribs and started walking them upwards in a teasing way, beaming at his boyfriend’s helpless smile, the way he bit his lip to keep from laughing. “How about it, Ryu? Feel like telling me yourself?”

“Never,” Akutagawa spat shakily, his voice wavering as he fought off his mirth. “Do your worst.”

Well, that was a mistake.

“Agh! Shihihihihit, Atsushihihihihihi!” Akutagawa burst into giggles the instant the taunt left his lips, his arms shaking in Dazai’s hold while Atsushi scribbled freely around his ribs and sides.

Dazai chuckled behind him. “Still holding on to the tough guy act, huh? Even though all three of us know you enjoy this?”

“Ahahahahahaha I do nohohohohohohot! Stohohohohop with your lihihihihihies!”

Atsushi clicked his tongue. “Lies? You’re the only liar here, Ryu.” He climbed up to his topmost ribs and vibrated his fingers. “You’ve had a favorite spot all this time and you didn’t tell me? I’m hurt. I could have been focusing on it for you all this time.”

Akutagawa shook his head defiantly. “I dohohohohohohon’t! He’s lyihihihihihihing!”

“You going to tell me you don’t like being tickled, too?”

“I swehehehehehear I dohohohohohohon’t!” Aku bucked his hips when his boyfriend suddenly shot back down to his bottom ribs – the worst ones. “GAHAHAHAHA Ahahahahahatsushi!!”

Atsushi shifted so he was looming above Akutagawa, leaning closer to him with a smirk. “You don’t? Not even when I do this?” He glanced up at Dazai. “Avert your eyes.”

Dazai scoffed playfully. “Please. We’re all adults here.”

Atsushi nestled his face into the crook of Aku’s neck and started nibbling gently, all while continuing to wiggle his fingers into the older man’s ribs.

Akutagawa’s eyes flew wide open. “Ah! Ahahaha, no! Nohohohoho, not that! Atsushi, stahahahahap!” He squirmed and pulled at his trapped wrists and started laughing in earnest, his resolve breaking with every tickle. “Shihihihihihit!”

“Language,” Dazai admonished teasingly, and suddenly Akutagawa felt fingers in his armpits, too, making him snort and begin to really writhe and cackle. It took him a moment to realize that his former boss had joined in on the fun. That he was being tickled by both of his favorite people at the same time.

“Ehehehehehehehe stahahahahahap! Bohohohohohoth of you, cehehehehehease this at ohohohonce!”

Atsushi murmured into his ear, “Gonna tell me now?”

“Never!”

“Okay.” The younger man sat up again, smiling wide with eyes gleaming, clearly enjoying this guessing game. He scooted back so he was kneeling above Akutagawa’s flailing legs and slid his tickling fingers down to his boyfriend’s sides.

Akutagawa’s laughter died down a notch once the focus on one of his hot spots let up, though he still giggled and squirmed and shook his head and spat out demands for them both to cut it out already, to let him go, that he didn’t have a favorite spot, goddammit!

But then Atsushi moved to his waist, and Aku’s breath hitched, and Dazai hummed knowingly. “Getting warmer, Atsushi~”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhut up!” Akutagawa’s voice was more pleading than demanding now, and even though his heart was already racing from all the exercise, he swore he felt it begin to pick up even more speed.

“Oh? Is it here, Ryu?” Atsushi teased, still tickling his waist.

“I’ll nehehehehever tell—” Akutagawa started, cutting himself off as he began to cough, feeling a fit coming on right in the middle of all the play. He shot a worried glance up at his boyfriend, but both he and Dazai had already stopped tickling, allowing him to get it out of his system and catch his breath.

Dammit, Akutagawa thought, taking deep breaths to regain his composure.

It took him a moment to realize Atsushi and Dazai hadn’t restarted their tickle attack yet.

“I’m…I’m okay,” he muttered, shifting a little, feeling embarrassed and silly.

“Do we need to stop?” Atsushi asked, genuine concern in his voice.

No—

Dazai let go of his wrists. “Your health is more important than showing off how much you love being tickled.” He started to get to his feet. “I’ll get you some more tea.”

“Wait!” Akutagawa cried, the word escaping him before he could stop himself.

All movement stopped. The silence in the room was unbearable. Akutagawa battled himself, trying to figure out what to say next.

Atsushi’s fingers brushed his cheek, drawing their eyes together. “What do you want, Ryu?”

And that, right there, was Aku’s undoing. Those eyes – those sweet, gentle, kind eyes that had never looked at him with anything but respect even when they were trying to kill each other. Those eyes and that voice and the quiet, genuine question were what finally broke him.

He squeezed his eyes shut.

“Keep…keep going,” he said, just above a whisper. “Please. Don’t stop now. I want…” Akutagawa used his freed hands to his advantage and covered his face. “I want more.”

Silence. Again.

Then a soft grip around his wrists, pulling them away so he had no choice but to look up at his boyfriend’s smile. “You do have one. A favorite spot.”

“Yes.” Akutagawa was done fighting, done pretending. He glanced over at Dazai, then back at Atsushi, pleading with his eyes. Imploring. Don’t make me beg for it.

Atsushi beamed, tickling his waist again, seeming pleased at the way his partner immediately dissolved into giggles so freely, almost eagerly.

“I was getting warmer, was I?”

“Yehehehehes!”

“Then…” Atsushi finally latched onto his hips. “Is it here?”

Akutagawa couldn’t even reply. His hands flew down to grab Atsushi’s forearms while his head tipped back and laughter – pure, unfiltered, belly laughter – poured out of him like a dam bursting, his smile wide and his cheeks red and unable to hide how much he loved this feeling. Unable to deny it even if he wanted to.

But he didn’t, he realized. He wanted Atsushi to know he loved this. So he could be tickled here more and more in the future, in tandem with the spots that made him scream and Atsushi smile like the sun.

“You were right, Dazai. I see it now,” Atsushi said over Akutagawa’s laughter.

Dazai’s grin was evident in his voice. “Look at that smile! You love it, don’t you, Akutagawa?”

The mafia part of him wanted to scream, shut up!

But the real part of him – the part of him only these two could see – instead screamed, “YEHEHEHEHEHEHES!!”

[scriveyner]

skittish

For the third time in as many days, Atsushi caught sight of Akutagawa just as he turned and fled. This had become a pattern of sorts, and the previous occasions Atsushi had been far too preoccupied to bother with whatever bullshit the other man was cooking.

Today, however, he’d barely even picked up the grocery basket when Akutagawa entered the store behind him, immediately spotted Atsushi, and turned in a smooth motion to exit the building. Atsushi dropped the basket back into the stack and followed him, curious.

Akutagawa hadn’t expected to be followed. This was very clearly the case as when he realized Atsushi was right behind him, he picked up his pace as casually as he could. Atsushi matched his stride.

Frustrated, Akutagawa jerked off the main sidewalk down a side street and veered again into an alley—except when Atsushi reached said alley Akutagawa was staring in unconcealed frustration at the awnings that blocked him in. “What’s the matter,” Atsushi said, heartbeat pounding in his ears as Akutagawa spun angrily to face him. “Why didn’t you destroy them so you could go up the side of the building?”

“Weretiger, can you not take a fucking HINT?”

“No,” Atsushi said plainly, hands on his hips and trying not to huff and puff at the annoying exertion of chasing down a criminal in broad daylight.

Akutagawa snarled at the response, arms crossed as a defiant barrier between them. “Well let me be absolutely clear,” he growled. “Go. Away.”

“Nope,” Atsushi said, mock-cheerfully. “Not until you tell me why you’re bolting like a scared rabbit at the sight of me.”

Akutagawa stared at him, and Atsushi tilted his chin defiantly, daring him into a fight over this. “Is it about the kiss?”

The color that filled Akutagawa’s cheeks answered for him.

[xvxblahhhxvx]

Concept: After the Guild arc, the news wants to do a live interview with the people directly responsible for stopping the Moby Dick from crashing and saving the city.

AKA. Atsushi and Akutagawa

It takes a bit of deliberation on both parts, but the Agency and Mafia eventually agree, because they feel it will be good PR.

They both get trained, as well as doing some join practices, for how to speak on live tv and not sound like they want to kill each other.

On the actual day of the interview, Atsushi and Akutagawa are there on screen, Dazai and Chuuya are behind the camera to guide their respective orphan's and get them to smile more (or in Akutagawa's case, look a little bit less like he wants to murder the camera), and Mori and Fukuzawa are there as the leaders of the organizations.

So. Three generations of skk under roof while the tv is live? What could possibly go wrong?

(hint the answer is everything)

[ventismacchiato]

NOT MY AO3 🙅

[bioluminescentcat]

fic idea! would anyone be interested in a full fic?

[anexplosionofchaos]

every single dazai/soukoku/chuuya fan deserves to reside in hell for flooding every other bsd ship or character tag with unrelated fics

[kyouka-supremacy]

[inamagicalhallucination]

atsushi: :(

akutagawa: do not make that foolish face jinko

atsushi, sighing: it's just--

akutagawa: i did not ask

atsushi, ignoring him: its just that my favorite show got canceled

akutagawa: just like you to be distraught over such a foolish thing

*later*

akutagawa, watching atsushi's favorite show on 3x speed on one laptop and frantically writing enough fanfics to take the 3 digit fandom to 4 digits on the other laptop:

[flyolai-brainrot]

akutagawa who is always on night missions cause he doesn't know how to take a break

and

atsushi who is always aimlessly wondering around at night cause he feels so restless and out of place

they begin to constantly run into each other and what begins as squabbles and accusing the other of stalking

turns into late night hang/vent sessions

atsushi would bring akutagawa something to help him relax after a mission

maybe his favorite snack

and akutagawa would at times share his coat, cause atsushi never knows how to dress for the cold of the night

they'd act like they never hung out when they'd run into each other during the day though

the night was sacred and it was only for them two, where they could put aside everything and just be vulnerable in the same space

[sskk-squared]

easy returns

The kids mostly knew better than to climb all over Akutagawa in bed; depending on Akutagawa’s mood, Rashomon would deposit them gently on the carpet or toss them out the bedroom door. So, instead, they invaded Atsushi’s side of the bed. He whuffed, immediately awake but refusing to open his eyes as one sat heavily on his chest.

When a slightly sharp, furry finger poked his cheek, Atsushi groaned. “It is four a.m.,” he said as if that made a single iota of difference. “The sun isn’t even up yet.”

Ryuu-chan’s voice came from the side of the bed. “Dawn is in twenty-seven minutes.”

He heard Akutagawa stifle what sounded like a snort of amusement. Acchan’s finger was still digging into Atsushi’s cheek, and he relented, opening his eyes. He immediately regretted it.

“Acchan,” Atsushi said with a long-suffering sigh. “Why are you naked? Again?”

Acchan thumped two furry hands on Atsushi’s chest. “I was hot.”

“He was hot,” Ryuu-chan confirmed when Atsushi looked over at him. At least one of his children still maintained a sense of modesty, as Ryuu-chan was wearing shorts and a tee shirt. Atsushi groaned again and sat up, which made Acchan scramble before tumbling off the bed and landing in an undignified heap on the carpet beside his brother. Atsushi looked over at Akutagawa, who had turned his face into the pillow in an effort to both be ignored and stifle his clear amusement.

“Your sons are awake,” Atsushi informed him, and Akutagawa continued to pretend, poorly, to be asleep.

“Dad,” Acchan grabbed Atsushi by the wrist, and Atsushi lifted him off the ground effortlessly and dropped him onto Akutagawa’s back. Akutagawa whuffed painfully and Acchan laughed, sliding off his back and landing between Akutagawa and Atsushi on the mattress.

“Shorts are required for the morning run,” Atsushi said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “You have until I get to the top of the stairs—”

Acchan was already off the bed, bouncing his shoulder into the doorframe in his haste. Atsushi looked at Ryuu-chan, who remained in place. “Good morning, Ryuu-chan. Are you coming along today?”

Ryuu-chan nodded, eyes bright, before he followed his brother. Atsushi hauled himself out of bed finally, stretching his arms and cracking his neck.

“You’ve got forty-five minutes,” he announced, putting his hand on Akutagawa’s edge of the bed. He leaned down and kissed the top of his head, and Akutagawa snorted into his pillow and lifted his head just enough so Atsushi could see one drowsy grey eye.

“We’re going to start locking the door.”

“Because that will work,” Atsushi said as he pulled on his running shorts. He leaned over Akutagawa again and kissed his forehead, just above his eye. “Be back soon.”

“Mm,” Akutagawa rumbled, listening to the sound of his family thundering out the front door and into the dawn of another summer day. Then he turned his face back into the pillow and, smiling, drifted back to sleep.

[intheticklecloset]

Tell Me What You Want (Bungo Stray Dogs)

One Shot

Summary: Atsushi is nervous to ask Akutagawa to tickle him, so he employs the help of their regular movie night to broach the subject. Unfortunately, Akutagawa wants direct communication instead.

Word Count: 1098

~~~

Atsushi had gotten better about asking for things he needed during his time with the ADA. Help on an assignment, a second look at some notes for a case, Kunikida’s opinion on how to handle a situation – all of it he had gradually learned to voice over time, and he was proud of himself for those strides.

Things he wanted, however? That…was a different story.

“Why do you insist on watching this nonsense again?” Akutagawa muttered, though he dutifully cuddled Atsushi closer and took a handful of popcorn anyway.

They were settling in for movie night – Atsushi’s choice, this time – and the weretiger had chosen one that they’d already seen before. One he knew Aku hadn’t particularly enjoyed, but Atsushi had ulterior motives for insisting they give it a second round.

“It’s cute,” Atsushi replied, resisting the urge to purr in his boyfriend’s arms. He still often wondered how he got so lucky as to land someone as hot and capable and ruthless as Akutagawa.

“If you say so. It’s all garbage to me.”

Atsushi grinned despite himself. “If you get bored, you can zone out. I don’t mind.”

Until they got to a particular scene, about halfway through. At that point the weretiger would have to check to make sure his partner was in fact paying attention, but before that? He honestly intended to zone out himself a bit. The movie wasn’t that good.

But it had something he needed.

Forty minutes in, the popcorn was depleted, their drinks were nearly empty, and Akutagawa had already paused it once to “use the bathroom,” though Atsushi suspected it was more so he could take a break from what he considered a waste of time. The weretiger truly didn’t intend to put his boyfriend through any kind of misery, but if he could just hold out another few minutes…

There.

Atushi’s heart began to race as the scene finally arrived. He tried to calm himself down as he double-checked that Aku was paying attention. He was, if only barely. It was all over in a minute, and then Atsushi reached for the remote and paused the movie.

Akutagawa glanced at him. “What is it?”

“I…” Atsushi hesitated. What even were words?

“Don’t tell me you have to use the bathroom now. Why didn’t you go when we had it paused fifteen minutes ago?”

“It’s not that,” Atsushi murmured, shyly burying his face into his boyfriend’s chest as he asked, “Could you…could you do that to me?”

The silence that descended cut like a knife.

“Weretiger,” Akutagawa grumbled, and Atushi’s heart flipped. The mafioso shifted so that he was sitting upright, forcing his partner to sit up with him, though he kept his eyes downcast. “Weretiger, did you seriously just make me endure that excruciating filmmaking for nearly an hour just to ask me if I could tickle you?”

Atsushi swallowed nervously. “Um…y-yeah, I…I guess I did.”

Akutagawa grabbed his chin and forced his eyes upward. The intensity of his boyfriend’s gaze made the weretiger shiver. “You are terrible about asking for what you want.”

“You should talk,” Atsushi snorted.

“If you want it,” Akutagawa growled, “ask me. Use your words.”

Atsushi whimpered, averting his eyes, but Aku gripped his jaw even tighter, forcing him to look back up.

“Please,” the younger boy finally said, voice breathless as he forced the words out. “Can you…can you please…t-tickle me? Ryu?”

A slow, wicked smirk tugged Akutagawa’s lips upwards. “Rashomon.”

All at once, Atsushi’s arms were tugged above his head, and Akutagawa tossed off their shared blanket to straddle his lap, cracking his knuckles in a menacing way that had the younger boy shivering in anticipation.

The weretiger couldn’t stop his preliminary giggles if he tried.

“So eager,” Aku teased, fingers barely grazing his exposed torso, playing with him. “Was that so hard? To ask me instead of making me sit through this trash fire?”

Atsushi laughed. “Trash fire? AH!! Ahahahahahaha, Ahahahahahaku!”

“You’ve made me endure nearly an hour of this torture just so you could show me what you wanted instead of simply telling me? You must know by now, I will do anything for you if you just ask.”

“Aww, is that s-sehehehehehentiment I hehehehehear?”

Yes, Atsushi was mocking him on purpose.

Akutagawa’s eyes flashed, and he began methodically undoing the buttons of Atsushi’s shirt. “Perhaps…” Button. “Since you’re so eager…” Button. “I should tickle you…” Button, button. “…for as long as you made me endure this movie.”

Atsushi’s eyes widened with a gasp as his shirt fell away, revealing his bare chest and ribs and – most importantly – his belly. He squirmed in his seat, Rashomon’s hold on his arms absolute. “B-But…I can’t take it that long!”

Akutagawa smirked and leaned in so they were inches apart. “You should have thought of that before, weretiger.”

Atsushi jerked and shrieked out the first of many bouts of laughter as his boyfriend’s fingers dug into his bare skin, teasing his ribs and sides, scribbling all around his weakest spot but not quite getting there, driving him insane both from the ticklish sensations wracking his body and the anticipation of knowing his worst spot would be tickle tortured but never knowing exactly when.

“Ehehehehehehehehhehe! P-Plehehehehehehease, Ryu! I – I cahahahahan’t – ahahahahahaha!”

“Hmm? Can’t what?” Akutagawa chuckled, finally dragging his nails up and down his partner’s exposed tummy. “I’m afraid I can’t understand you when you’re laughing like that, weretiger. Calm down and try again.”

“I cahahahahahahahan’t!” Atsushi squealed helplessly, tugging at Rashomon and squirming fruitlessly in place, going nowhere at all. “Plehehehehehese, dohohohon’t look at mehehehe like thahahahahat!”

Akutagawa smirked. “Like what?”

“You knohohohohohow whahahahahahat!”

“I’m afraid I don’t. Again, you’re terrible at communicating your desires, weretiger.” The mafioso looked way too pleased with himself as he began circling what he knew was the most ticklish spot on his boyfriend’s body. “Tell me what you want.”

Atsushi was losing his mind with ticklish sensation, and the anticipation of having that single finger dancing all around his belly button certainly wasn’t helping! “Ryuuuuu! Plehehehehehehease! Dohohohohohon’t!”

“Don’t what?”

“Stohohohohohohohop!”

Atsushi realized his mistake as soon as he’d laughed out the word, and his eyes flew wide open – just in time to see Akutagawa’s smirk turn absolutely villainous.

“Nononono! I mehehehehehean, dohohohohohon’t—!”

A sliver of Rashomon covered his mouth, silencing his desperate cries for mercy.

Akutagawa smiled – really smiled – and said, “Don’t worry, weretiger.” Then he slipped his finger inside Atsushi’s belly button and soaked in his muffled screams of laughter like they were the most wonderful thing he’d ever heard. “I wasn’t planning to stop."