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You can tickle any MALE character listed. Keep in mind YOU tickle THEM, and this is males only. You can tickle them as another character, male or female.- Light
- L
- Near
- Mello
- Matt
- Matsuda
- Mikami
- Aizawa
- Mogi
- Raye
Have fun!
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There was a noticeable deftness to the movements of Mello's fingers, Near acknowledged, and had his self-proclaimed rival not been so keen on tormenting him with his touch, he might have been impressed. As it stood, however, he flinched rather obviously whenever one of the blond's hands roamed over his abdomen and instinctively drew in a sharp breath, as if expecting pain; back at the orphanage where he and Mello grew together, it was no secret that he was the envy of many, some to the point of violence. It's this, along with many other reasons, of course, that he shied away from the touch of others.
Never Mello, of courseβhe was too proud to resort to such lowly methods, but that didn't stop many others from harming the boy that they knew wouldn't put up much of a fight. "Melloβ" he repeated, his fingers clasping tightly around the blond's, but more as a silent plea than anything. After all, if the other was insistent on tormenting him, there was little he could do to stop him.
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"Come on Mr. Successor, you can take this." Mello taunted his rival, now moving both of his hands to Near's stomach.
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Of course, he couldn't expect the blond to be so easily reasoned with, and since there was little possibility of him fighting Mello off, his only option was to endure until the other grew bored of the this. Near's fingers remained clasped around one of Mello's hands and he flinched once more as both hands tormented his abdomen; unfortunately, even the thick fabric of his pajama shirt did little to protect him from the sensations and he could scarcely keep himself from squirming where he sat.
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Mello loved making his long time rival squirm, but knew if he wanted to break him he would have to step up his game. Mello targeted Near's belly button through the shirt.
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The blond was merciless in his assault and, even with as skilled as he was in maintaining his stoic demeanor, Near could only just barely bite back a sound that nearly tore its way from his throat whenever Mello's fingers wriggled against his navel. "Nn...!" it's quiet, muffled, but the noise is audible enough that he doubted the other would miss it.
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Seeing his chance, the larger teen forcefully pinned Near down. He slip a hand under his shirt, wiggling a finger in his navel.
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Those dark eyes of his shot wide open whenever he found himself pinned beneath the blond, but he had scarcely a moment to dwell on this before one of Mello's hands found its way beneath his oversize shirt and began wriggling a single digit around his navel. Near immediately jerked, writhing about despite himself and he felt a prickle of irritation at the fact that he couldn't at least bite the fabric of his sleeves to muffle himself. He had to bite his lip almost painfully to keep the sounds in. "M-Mmn...nn...!"
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Seeing the detective was close to breaking, Mello kept up the assault. He was glad the door was locked, and everyone was elsewhere, or else this would have looked extremely stupid.
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No matter how much resistance he put forth, Near realized that it was only a matter of time before his control crumbled, especially knowing how incredibly stubborn the blond was; Mello wouldn't relent until he broke, and he knew that. It's a matter of seconds before he started slipping and even the way he bit his lip couldn't quite keep the sounds in anymore. It's quiet, like one would expect from him, but there's an undeniable snicker that slipped from him.
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Mello started to dance his blunt nails up and down Near's stomach.
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Near flinched and squirmed each time the blond's fingers raked over the sensitive portions of his abdomen and, unfortunately, there were many. Bit by bit, his resistance cracked and crumbled beneath Mello's hands. "M-Mello...!" he managed, his voice very nearly a whimper and a faint flush forming on his pale cheeks from the effort not to laugh.
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Mello remembered a last resort Matt often used on him, and decided he might as well do it. He couldn't loose any more dignity. He leaned down, blowing a raspberry on the male's abdomen.
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That, Near had to admit, was the one thing he hadn't anticipated, and the unexpectedness of the action is enough to make his dark eyes shoot wide open and something akin to a startled, almost high-pitched squeak escaped the pale detective's lips.
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"Come on Near, you know you want to break." Mello taunted, wiggling his nails up to the younger teenagers rib cage.
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Near would have scowled up at the blond if his wriggling fingers didn't make it so utterly impossible to keep a straight face and he found himself gripping fruitlessly at the fabric of Mello's top. He's had a fractured rib or two once before and it made the area an especially delicate one. "M-Mehehelloβ!"
Enough, he wanted to tell him, but he can't bring himself to utter the word.
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"Was that a GIGGLE I just heard?" Mello smirked, spidering his nails up and down Near's ribs.
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It was, undeniably, and he told himself that the slight warmth he felt on his cheeks was from the lack of breathing, rather than embarrassment. No amount of self-control could keep him from writhing beneath him as Mello's fingers tormented his small frame, and though he refrained from giving the blond the satisfaction of an answer, yet another soft laugh escaped his lips.
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Mello leaned down, determained to break Near, and blew raspberries on his ribs.
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The sheer sensation that coursed through him proved to be the straw that broke the camel's back and Near couldn't help the almost shrill noise that left him. "MeheHEHEHELLOβ!"
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Mello grinned in a rather evil manner, blowing again and again.
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Between each of the raspberries that he blew, Near could no longer speak coherently, and rather than try to plead with the blond vocally, he instead tugged at the fabric of the Mello's top to silently ask that he at least let him breathe.
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Mello eventually stop, satisfied with the reactions.
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Near slumped back against the floor, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took and his normally pale cheeks flushed with laughter. It's some moments before he's able to somewhat regain his composure and he frowned slightly up at Mello. "...are you satisfied?" he questioned, his breathing relatively normal. He wasn't quite as angry as one might expect him to be, not even all that miffed, really, but he was certainly embarrassed.
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Mello smirked down at him. "This is too good. I wonder how L would react..."
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Something akin to an indignant huff left Near as his eyes drifted to the side and he began sheepishly twirling a lock of his hair around his fingers. "He would likely reprimand you for behaving so childishly..." he murmured, somewhat obviously avoiding Mello's gaze.
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Mello glared at him a little. "Oh shut up...." He muttered.
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His gaze soon returned to the blond, though he remained silent, those dark eyes simply staring up at him with a certain thoughtfulness. Perhaps it was the close proximity that prompted him to do so, but Near found himself caving to his earlier desires, slowly lifting a hand and brushing his fingers lightly against the burned portions of Mello's face. The texture felt odd, but not in a negative wayβin fact, he seemed almost fascinated...
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Mello jerked away in surprise. It didn't hurt, but he wasn't expecting it. What was the best doing?
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There was a flicker of surprise in Near's expression as well when Mello flinched, followed by mild disappointment, as if put off by the blond's reaction. "Ah..." Nonetheless, he reluctantly retracted his hand and let it rest in its original position.
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Mello didn't really like being touched by anyone other than Matt, so naturally he was on Near in a second, ticklung his belly in vengence.
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Near would have apologized for the unwarranted violation of Mello's personal space, perhaps, if the blond hadn't suddenly pounced him, and he quickly found himself in the same position he had been in some minutes prior. This time, though, he's just as quick to cover his mouth with the long sleeve of his pajama shirt and muffle the laughter that would inevitably slip out. There was little use in trying to fight him, after all, so the most he could do is endure.
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"That this you little runt." He smirks, moving his fingers to Near's armpits.
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It's then that Near realized that he had left himself vulnerableβwell, more so than he already wasβbut, unfortunately, his realization came much too late as Mello began wiggling his fingers into his underarms. His immediate impulse was to clamp his arms down, but that would only result in trapping the blond's hands and would do little to deter him. Instead, he merely bit into the fabric of his sleeve, a snort of muffled laughter leaving him.
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"Snorting now too? This is too good." Mello said smugly, wiggling his fingers into the albino teenagers armpits.
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Near could try to kick him, he realized, if he really wanted to move Mello off of himβhis position made that plan the most logical course of action. However, what the blond was doing wasn't painful, only relatively embarrassing, and he didn't really hold any desire to insight actual anger from him.Β "Mmn...!" he let out another muffled sound, those pale cheeks once again flushing faintly from repressed laughter. He didn't seem to be putting up as much of a resistance this time around.
Besides, even if Mello didn't like Near touching him, the blond was the only one whose touch he didn't immediately feel the desire to recoil from...
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Mello let a hand crawl back to Near's sensitive ribs.
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Of course, Near couldn't help but flinch when Mello's fingers wriggled back towards such a tender area, and some places appeared especially sensitive to touch. He's squirming now, just a little, and he couldn't fight the muffled chortles that left him if he tried. "M-Mmnβ!"
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Mello remembered one of Matt's worse spots. He quickly grabbed Near's ankle, spidering his fingers in the socked sole.
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His dark eyes widened slightly when his ankle was suddenly seized, but he had little time to dwell on it before he felt Mello's fingers through the fabric of his sock. What would've been a somewhat high-pitched giggle left him, though muffled by his sleeve, and he jerked, toes curling reflexively.
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Mello wiggled his fingers up and down the trapped, socked sole. "Come on Mr. Successor, laugh it up!"
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Laugh he did, the sound quiet, but audible, and Near had to make an effort not to jerk too much and inadvertently kick the blond. "M-Mmmn...!" he chortled, the noise sounding entirely foreign to him, muffled or otherwise.
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Mello target his toes through the sock.
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Near instantly recoiled, his toes curling beneath beneath the sock and a snort of laughter leaving him.
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Mello decided to further torment his fellow detective, tickling with a big more pressure.
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Near fought the urge to jerk his leg back, lest inadvertently sock Mello in the nose, but he couldn't help the bouts of muffled snickering that left him, nor the way he writhed about.
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"Look Mello, there's a hole in your sock." Mello smirked, scratching the bare skin of the balls of Near's feet through the hole.
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A startled sort of noise left Near when he felt Mello's blunt nails rake against the bare skin of his foot, making him flinch and break more into bouts of muffled laughter. His cheeks had grown rather flushed by now.
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Mello continued, greatly enjoying this.
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Near endured for a few moments more, but found himself in need of air and, at the risk of breaking into laughter, he removed his hand from over his mouth to ask Mello to relent. "MeheHEHEHEHELLOβ!"
Or, he would, if he could speak coherently...
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Mello gave the poor boy a break.
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