Ever since Haruka found out about Yakumo's ticklishness she'd wanted to experiment with it. She wanted to get him back for all those times he'd teased her. This was the perfect way to do it.

As for Yakumo, he knew that once Haruka found out he was in for a world of trouble. He could see the mischief dancing in her eyes and knew that he really should have woken up when she poked him the first two times. He knew that she would use it as payback for all the teasing and jeering he had done. He could only guess when she'd decide to attack him. But what she didn't realize was that there was another reason for his violent reactions.

Haruka opened the door to the club room issuing her customary "Yo!" For once Yakumo was awake. He looked up from the fridge as he pulled out one of the bottles and closed the door. She happily noticed his left eye was without its usual contact lens.

"Don't you have anything better to do than to bother me?" He asked expressionless.

"It's not like you were doing anything important anyway." She walked right up to the table and sat down.

After opting to ignore her, Yakumo continued to stand by the fridge staring out the window seemingly lost in thought. Haruka, however, had come with a purpose and she realized now was her chance.

She got up from her chair and, as she suspected, Yakumo completely ignored her. She poked him on his left side, which was closest to the fridge. He instantly tensed and bolted away. The bottle he had been holding was thrown behind the couch (luckily the lid was on) and he tripped over his own feet landing flat on his back in front of the table.

He had closed his eyes somewhere during the fall and he now hesitated in opening them to see what or, more accurately, who was now settled on top of him. He did so anyway and was unsurprised to see Haruka sitting on his lower stomach with a very mischievous grin on her face. He paled. This was it. Payback for everything he'd said.

She immediately set to work poking and prodding his ribs despite his best efforts to stop her. He writhed and wriggled underneath her trying to dislodge her from her advantageous position over him. Her fingers skittered across his sides and he grunted, gasped and gritted his teeth trying desperately to hide his involuntary laughter and to breathe while being tickled so relentlessly. With his strength practically gone he resorted to grasping her right thigh, which was by his left hip, with his left hand and her left wrist with his right hand and tried to endure for however long she was planning on torturing him. He still wriggled in a weak attempt to get away and still refused to let himself laugh.

After a few minutes Haruka took pity on him and stopped to let him breathe. An unfortunate side effect of his dilemma was that if you got him in just the right spot all his strength would abandon him, leaving him entirely helpless. Haruka had found that spot, on both sides, no less. Today was definitely not his day.

As she stopped, she didn't remove her hands from his sides. Instead, she placed them right over the most sensitive areas in a way that wouldn't tickle him but told him she was definitely not done with him.

His head was thrown to the side and his mouth was slightly open, gasping for much needed air in the small break she was allowing him. His eyes were closed as his mind began trying to fully process the situation and ways to escape. If this kept up she would definitely find out about the other thing that happened when his ribs were touched.

When his breathing had mostly calmed Haruka decided she would try something different this time. She had a theory and she wanted to know if she was right. She squeezed his sides firmly but not enough to hurt him. They were both surprised at his reaction. He couldn't stop the moan that ripped from his throat any more than he could stop his body from arching into the touch. Her grip softened and he went limp, once more out of breathe.

Well hell. The cat was out of the bag now. In addition to being extremely ticklish his ribs were also very sensitive pleasure points if touched right. And what Haruka had just done was indeed just right.

Yakumo really didn't want to see her reaction to the response he'd just given. But that didn't stop his mind from telling him the ways she might react.

1. She'd get extremely embarrassed and jump off him and stutter an excuse before hurriedly leaving. Yakumo thought this highly unlikely if the look she'd had on her face when she'd started this was any indication.

2. She would realize what other effect touching his sides induced and would stop but stay with him in the club room with an awkward silence. Also unlikely. Or,

3. She would continue to torment him and explore this new found knowledge until she was satisfied or until he passed out from lack of oxygen. Whichever came first.

Yakumo was betting his money on the last one. He peeked open his left eye to see what she would do.

Haruka wasn't surprised at Yakumo's reaction. She had suspected he was hiding such a thing. However she was surprised at how extreme his reaction was. He had completely lost control for a few seconds. Now that Haruka knew this, Yakumo was completely at her mercy and they both knew it.

He opened his eyes a little wider and turned a little more toward her when she started moving. His assumption that she would choose the third option was proven correct as her hands found their way under his shirt. They began to slide over his chest and sides. He gripped her left hand harder in an attempt to stop her progress. Instead she squeezed his sides again and in his momentary haze his grip loosened and she broke his hold on her wrist. His hand fell limply to his side as he tried to collect himself.

Her hands kept moving, wandering this way and that, trying to find the most sensitive areas. After a minute or two she grew tired of his shirt being in the way and started to unbutton it. This grabbed his attention and he once more tried to stop the onslaught by grabbing her wrist again. She merely paused to squeeze his left side and she once more broke his hold.

The last button came undone and she moved the shirt aside. She ran a flat palm up the center of his stomach, up his chest and past his neck to tangle her fingers in the hair on the back of his head. Her other hand moved over his sides gently searching out the spots he didn't want her to find.

In all honesty he hadn't really known that he would react the way he did. That first time that someone had elicited a similar reaction was also the last, and he never bothered to explore it himself. Now he was finding out just what someone could do to him, namely what Haruka could do to him. No one else knew that he was ticklish, save for Nao when Haruka had poked him in front of her but she would never do anything with the knowledge.

Haruka was bolder than she had ever been with Yakumo before. They both recognized this. Yakumo, while he knew this, could hardly do anything about it. Once she figured out the areas that left him without the strength to fight, she continued to poke them every once in a while to make sure that she had as much time as she wanted. Yakumo could only grit his teeth and endure. But, while Yakumo would sooner eat glass than admit it, he was coming to the realization that he didn't mind what was happening.

Haruka tilted his head back to expose his neck and Yakumo shivered involuntarily as he felt gentle lips on his pulse point. At the same moment she ran both her hands down his sides, gently scraping nails as she went. Yakumo tensed and let out a harsh breath. He moved his arms to cover his face, hiding the faint flush of pink he knew to be taking residence there.

Haruka was having none of this of course. She traced his arms up to his wrists before grabbing them and pulling them away and pinning them by his head. He cast her a dismayed glance and regretted it instantly. Their eyes locked and he found himself unable to look away. She was smiling down at him with the happiest smile he had ever seen on her face. There was nothing but pure love and adoration in her wide, gentle eyes. He trembled under the weight of such a look, never having been on the receiving end of something so pure. Sure she had kind of forced herself on him but he couldn't deny that she had been very careful. She monitored his reactions to everything and if it seemed if she interpreted anything as a negative reaction she would immediately stop and go back to something she knew he was comfortable with.

After what seemed like hours of endless teasing, Yakumo was nearing his breaking point. His body was taught as a wire ready to snap. His head once more thrown to the side as he panted harshly, his skin coated in a light sheen of sweat. His hair was more riotous than usual, some strands sticking out at odd angles and some plastered to his forehead.

He could have told her to stop before he got to this point but there were two sides of himself keeping him from doing it to the one side that wanted to. One side was that traitorous side that liked what was happening and he wanted to strangle and beat this side to a pulp. The other was proud and wouldn't allow him to ask her to stop. He was supposed to be indifferent to everything thrown at him. Although it was plain for anyone to see that he was most certainly not indifferent this time. Even so, his pride would not allow him to ask.

Haruka noticed his desperation. She decided that was enough for today. Anymore and Yakumo might never forgive her. He might not anyway but there was no need to make the situation worse.

She shifted, placing one leg between his and the other by his hip. She rested most of her weight on her elbows. "Yakumo-kun…" she called softly.

As soon as he heard his name called in such a way he felt as if he had no choice but to look. So, against his better judgment, he did. She traced the outline of his left eye, admiring how it glittered in the dim light. His gaze was hazed over but he was aware of everything happening. She twined her left hand in his right and leaned down to kiss his beautiful left eye. This startled him, even in his pleasured haze, but he had no time to think about this as she, without another thought, brought him to completion with one move. She shifted the leg between his and applied just enough pressure while moving her leg around, pressuring different areas until he couldn't take anymore.

He moaned low and long in his throat, sounding like a growl-purr mix. He squeezed the hand that held his while his other curled into a white-knuckled fist. His back arched into her and she leaned into him, her free hand skimming over his side, returning to areas she knew as particularly sensitive, until his body collapsed underneath her and he was left a trembling mess.

She molded her body to his, hugging his middle and placing her chin on his chest as she watched him slowly recover.

He was unsure if he'd even have the strength to move at all for the rest of the day. He was thoroughly exhausted. Only once his breathing completely calmed did he address the problem that stared up with wide eyes at him from their place on his chest. Her look surprised him. He didn't know what he was expecting but awe was not it. He noticed a bit of fear mixed in; probably fear of what he would do.

He sighed, exasperated, letting his head fall back giving a quiet 'thunk' against the floor and covered his eyes with his right arm. What was he supposed to do? Get angry? He didn't really want to and he doubted he had the strength or conviction for that anyway.

Push her off and ignore her? No strength for that one either. And there's no ignoring Haruka.

The thought of people crying after they'd been sexually assaulted crossed his mind and he snorted. No way in Hell. Besides he'd never live that one down; being sexually assaulted by Haruka of all people. There's no way his reputation would ever recover from that. And he didn't think that it counted really. He'd never told her 'no' and it was all gentle and exploratory. Strangely he didn't feel like he assumed he should.

He decided he needed sleep. He would deal with it when he woke up.

"Yakumo-kun…"

So much for that plan.

He peeked out from under his arm at her. She could see his eye, sleepily staring at her from its cover.

"You shouldn't sleep on the floor. You'll catch a cold." She whispered.

He didn't know why she felt the need to whisper. Maybe she felt if she talked any louder it would break the spell and he would run away or something. The thought almost made him laugh. As if. He'd never live that one down either.

He replaced his arm over his eye and ignored her. He didn't want to move.

"Come on, I'll help you to the couch." She moved to kneel beside him. He didn't move. "If you don't help me I'll just tickle you again." She placed one hand on his stomach, acting like she was going to make good on her threat.

His eyes shot open and he bolted upright. He was immediately very dizzy and Haruka had to steady him to keep him from falling back again. It was never a good idea to get up so fast… especially when he's this exhausted. He groaned, covering his face with one hand. Haruka sat patiently supporting him until the dizziness passed.

"Come on, up we go."

He wobbled as he stood and leaned heavily on Haruka to keep his balance. When they finally reached the couch he collapsed on it, already half asleep. Haruka left him for a moment before returning with a handkerchief. She wiped off the sweat being extra careful of his sides before throwing a blanket over him.

As she left she was unaware of the lone red eye watching her. They both wondered where this new turn would lead them as one fell into sleep and the other headed home to do the same.

Just finished watching this series. At five o'clock this morning I woke up with a splitting headache after only four hours sleep and this idea pops into my head... So I have a terrible headache and I think of tickle induced porn... Ya cause that makes sense... *Shakes head* My mind is a scary place sometimes... Anyway let me know if you want more... I have some other ideas of where I could take this but with me not feeling good I don't really want to unless there's people who actually care. And those of you reading my Kakashi/Iruka fic I have not forgotten about it! I still plan on finishing it! It may be a while longer though until I can get my muse for that fic to cooperate with me... It currently hates me...