#lee!prowlermiles

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"You Can't Tickle Yourself"

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AN: HELLO EVERYONE!! I'm back again with another spiderverse fic because my silly little brain is obsessed with it and I am constantly starving for content- AND SPEAKING OF STARVING FOR CONTENT, I made a thing with Miles and prowler Miles (who I decided to call Miles G in the fic, idk how to feel about it but I felt it was the simplest way to distinguish them-) because I've only seen like one tk post with prowler Miles in it and I'm literally starving for more content of him, so I made something myself! Hope you all enjoy the brothers be brothers :]

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Miles G. Morales, also known as The Prowler of Earth-42, was sat inside Miles Morales' room, also known as the Spider-Man of Earth-1610. The two versions of each other had- well.. a really big, life threatening fight a few months back, but ever since that got resolved, Miles had been trying to fix things with Miles G. Their relationship had been pretty rocky, and Miles wanted to fix it.

And if that meant tickling his counterpart to pieces, then so be it.

"H-hey! Stop that! I told you I wasn't ticklish-!" Miles G said, wiggling around underneath his spider-man counterpart, who had straddled his hips.

"No way! We're the same person, so that means you have to be ticklish!" Miles replied, scratching at Miles G's ribs. Miles G was indeed, ticklish (in fact he was so ticklish that it was almost concerning), but he would rather die than expose this secret to his more playful counterpart. So, he turned to squirming around and surpressing his giggles, weakly batting at Miles' arms.

"D-dude! Get off-!" Miles G stammered, his body tensing when Miles' fingers moved to the rib that was just below his armpit. Miles noticed this, and gave Miles G a knowing smirk, keeping his fingers stationary on the sensitive spot. Miles G tried to pry Miles' hands off of him, but with that extra strength Miles had from being a spider-person, his hands weren't going anywhere.

Miles pressed his fingers against the area once, and was delighted to see that Miles G had covered his mouth and jolted hard. In fact, he was forced to stifle a squeak from the insanely ticklish feeling. "Hmm.." Miles hummed, looking down at his Prowler variant with a wide smirk. "We have different ticklish spots! That's cool!"

As soon as Miles started pressing his fingers against Miles G's top ribs, the teen immediately lost it, bursting into a loud cackling fit. Miles couldn't help but grin from the reaction, finding the laughter coming from his Prowler counterpart.. absolutely adorable. It was unpredictable, and uncharacteristically high-pitched. And personally, Miles loved it.

"C-come ohohohohon! Get ohohohoff!" Miles G squeaked, his eyes shut tight as he tried to hide his giggles through gritted teeth, his attempts to do this failing miserably.

"Come on! Just a bit longer.." Miles responded, a playful grin on his face. Miles' hands were anything but predictable; as one moment he'd be scribbling his fingers against Miles G's ribs, and the next he'd be pressing his fingers against the softer skin on his torso, which in turn made the teens laughter shoot up an octave, and it gave his face a new red tint.

"Aww.." Miles cooed, his grin getting wider as he gave Miles G's hips a few experimental squeezes. Miles' Prowler counterpart reacted with a hard jolt, and a newfound desperateness in his laughter. Miles couldn't help but feel a bit more fond of the laughing, squeaking teen he had pinned underneath him. Seeing his usually stoic and mildly sarcastic counterpart laugh like a child.. it made him happy, knowing that Miles G probably hadn't laughed like this in a while.

On the other hand, Miles G was having the time of his life, not that he'd mention it out loud though, he'd rather die than admit he was enjoying.. this. Miles was right, his Prowler counterpart hadn't laughed like this in a good while, which was probably the reason why that, after a while, Miles G stopped squirming and fighting against Miles' hands, just letting himself laugh his cares away.

Miles was more than happy to make his counterpart laugh, reaching for the most ticklish spots he could find. With a grin on his face, Miles used a bit of his venom electricity to zap Miles G's hips, his eyes sparkling at the loud shriek that followed shortly after.

"NOHOHOHOHO!! WAHAHAHAHAIT- THAHAHAT'S NOHOT FAHAHAHAIR-!" Miles G argued through his laughter, mirthful tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Miles only chuckled, tilting his head as he went back to squeezing the poor boy's hips. "C'mon.." He began, his right hand sneaking under the fabric of Miles G's shirt to scratch and squeeze at the bare skin. "You can take a lot of pain, but not a lot of tickles?" He lightly teased, his grin softening into a playful smirk. What Miles said was definitely hypocritical (he, like Miles G, was concerningly ticklish), but it was fun to tease his more serious counterpart, so all hypocrisy was ignored at the moment.

Miles G's laughter started becoming wheezes, and it started to cut out more often, which gave Miles a silent indicator that he should soften up a bit. Miles' rapid squeezes and scratches gradually became feather-light traces on Miles G's hips, keeping the boy in a light state of giggles, but still letting him catch his breath.

After a bit of tracing, and one final squeeze that made Miles G squeak in surprise, Miles stopped, getting off of his counterpart and sitting beside him. Miles G was practically gasping for air, a few airy giggles escaping his lips.

"You.. you are.. evil, Spider-Man." He muttered under his breath, his body still tingling from the relentless attack. Miles couldn't help but laugh, giving the other boy one final poke to the side. "And you're ticklish, Prowler." He retorted, grinning at the way Miles G's face turned red from embarrassment.

Miles G eventually caught his breath, sitting up and putting a hand to his stomach. Miles expected his counterpart to look at him with an angry gaze, one that radiated a lust for revenge. But.. Miles G's gaze was a bit softer. Well, there was a hint of smugness to it, a way to silently tell Miles that his Prowler counterpart eventually would get revenge.. but he didn't know when.

"I don't like the way you're looking at me." Miles said, gritting his teeth in a mix of fear and slight playfulness, which in turn made his tone sound more nervous than anything.

As if the boy wasn't just tickled to pieces earlier, Miles G flashed his counterpart a small grin, raising his chin up slightly. "I didn't expect you to." He replied, a small, yet slightly dark chuckle coming out of him.

Despite liking it, Miles G was not one to go down without a fight. It was that competitive spirit of his which, much like Miles, wouldn't allow him to let the other person get the upper hand. And something that Miles would eventually find out, was that the Prowler indeed, did not back down so easily, and he had no trouble biding his time and waiting for the perfect moment to strike...

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