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Mind Games (Part 2) ~ A Markiplier (+Abe) Ego Fanfic

People wanted a part two soooo I thought FRICK IT IMMA DO IT BECAUSE I STARTED THINKING ABOUT A REVENGE FIC AS SOO AS I POSTED THE FIRST ONE which you lovely beans can find here aaaaaa LET'S GO!

What constitutes a little while and a long while, and what even is a ''while''? It had been a while since the little occurrence between Wilford and Abe that allowed Abe to discover Wilford's absolute love for being tickled, but the time that had past is a little obscure to figure out. Of course....anything surrounding an ordered past, present and future concerning Wilford Warfstache is bound to go a little sideways and upside-down. I'll say that a little time has passed....yeah, that can be interpreted widely and well. Anyway, it had been a little while. However, during that time, Wilford had just not been able to keep Abe out of his mind. He was a constant part of his thoughts, in one form or another, whether it be in their little mental conversations, or in Wilford's....private fantasy thoughts; he was very careful not to delve into those when he was around Abe though. He was being more cautious, and for a very good reason. Wilford had a plot in mind....a plot of revenge against his handsome detective.

At present, they were cuddling. Ever since Wilford had first initiated it, it had become a regular thing, and it was something that both men enjoyed very much. Sometimes they would ease into their roles of big spoon and little spoon, but on other occasions there would be a battle that ended up with one of them pouting in the other's arms whilst the big spoon grinned smugly. This time, Abe had slipped into being the little spoon immediately, since he'd had a long day of detective work and needed the care; care that Wilford was very happy to provide. Abe was nestled into Wilford's chest and letting out content, deep hums as Wilford softly nuzzled his head and stroked his arm, whilst his other hand lay limp across his waist. They were atop Wilford's lavish double bed which was perfectly comfy and allowed ample space for lengthy snuggle periods. Abe was smiling gently.....things were good.

Abe had had Wilford on HIS mind too. In tickly ways and ways of communication of course, but....in other ways too. Closer ways. Ways that he didn't dare let slip into his mind for fear of embarrassment and humiliating rejection...at least, he kept them hidden for the time being. Right now he was just enjoying the treatment Wilford was giving him, which the moustached man teasingly commented on.

'Your little noises are ever so sweet, methinks I have the magic touch!'

Abe chuckled softly and glanced up at Wilford, there was playfulness dancing in his eyes.

'Oh you certainly do, undoubtedly.'

Abe's voice was smooth and flirty, which made Wilford grin excitedly; they always playfully flirted with one another and it was the most delightful game. The exchanging of smirks, winks, eyebrow raises, purrs and euphemisms were things Wilford always looked forward to doing with Abe. Wilford always felt jittery during those moments, as he felt now as he replied.

'Oh how sweet of you to say so! Say, do you need any magic touches anywhere else?'

Abe very nearly blushed and giggled at that, and he cursed himself for being such a sap to flirting. He composed himself though, despite Wilford's cheeky grin and glinting eyes, and nibbled his bottom lip whilst humming in thought. Wilford couldn't help but let his gaze fall to Abe lips....my oh my did they look soft-SNAP OUTTA IT WARFY JEEZ! Wilford yelled to himself in is head, which thankfully Abe didn't pick up on since he was too busy brainstorming the perfect reply. Wilford's breath hitched a little when he saw a sultry smile slip onto Abe's lips.

'In all honesty, everywhere aches, but especially between my-'

'WOAH THERE YA DIRTY SCAMP!'

Abe was already snickering as Wilford interrupted him dramatically...but then he squeaked, and couldn't stop his giggling, since Wilford had decided to poke him in the side as an extra measure to make sure he didn't finish his naughty sentence. Lets just say....the cheeky, playful aura that was in the atmosphere increased ten-fold in the following few seconds as Wilford processed what had just happened. Abe was tense, and his side was a little tingly....he watched Wilford with trepidation. He gulped when the moustached man developed the MOST excited smirk.

'My.....my......my. Now isn't this just perfect.'

Amidst their flirtations, Wilford had practically forgotten his plan for trapping Abe at his chest and tickling him to pieces as his revenge. It seemed fate wished to jog his memory. Abe let out an, incredibly masculine sounding, yelp when Wilford went to grab at his arms....but he was a fighter. Wilford grunted and growled as he started wrestling Abe, using all his limbs to combat Abe's passionate struggles.

'W-Wilford-wilfORD LET'S TALK ABOUT THIS!!'

Abe yelled, heart pounding as Wilford managed to straddle his legs....now he had the perfect vantage point for getting Abe well and truly pinned down. Abe was pushing at him with all his might, but his cheeks were getting hotter and hotter at the thought of what would be in store if Wilford pinned him-

*I think you mean WHEN I pin you.*

Abe gasped at the growl that resonated in his mind, and shuddered when he saw the most feral, determined expression on Wilford's face; soon enough, Wilford had Abe's forearms pinned at either side of his head. Both of them were softly panting, it had been quite the battle. Despite his slight lack of breath, Abe couldn't help but try to save himself.

'Wilford....W-Wilfy, p-please let me go p-please!'

Wilford blinked a few times in genuine surprise.....was Abe ACTUALLY begging? Wilford let out an aghast little laugh as he replied.

'Begging when I haven't even laid a fingertip on you....you must be ever so ticklish.'

Abe shuddered when that damned words rolled off Wilford's tongue, and he bashfully let himself nod; he knew that only denying it would make him feel unbelievably flustered. He tensed and exhaled shakily when Wilford leant down, going nose to nose with him, and their eyes locked as he purred.

'Now you'll get to know how I felt.....however, I think you'll find me far less merciful that your gentle, kind self.'

Abe's eyes widened.....from his own perspective he DEFINATELY hadn't been gentle or kind when he'd tickled Wilford. Oh boy was he fucked. He flinched and gasped when Wilford snapped his fingers, thus making cuffs appear around Abe's wrists that affixed them to the headboard of the bed. He tugged. Strong. Unbreakable. Abe had no chance of escape. So Wilford gleefully began.

'WILFOHORD! Pleasedon'tdohothihis! Pleheease stahap stapstapstap behefore ihit gohoes too fahar!'

Wilford paid little heed to his words as he let his deft fingers scratch and scribble at his sides, which produced the most wonderful initial squeal before a stream of deep, beautiful giggles filled the room. Wilford couldn't stop smirking as he continued to cheekily flirt amidst his onslaught.

'Goodness me....what deep, sexy giggles you have detective....'

Abe thanked his lucky stars for his manly facial hair because it was, for now, covering the pink hue on his cheeks. Wilford's scribbling was making him wriggle and roll from side to side, and all he could think about was how it was imperative that he didn't let Wilford get the upper hand completely.

'N-Nahahat ahas s-sehexy ahas y-yohohour squeheheaky behegging!'

Wilford was immediately taken aback, blushing deeply as he was suddenly reminded of when he'd been on the receiving end....oh how dare he. How DARE Abe be so bold and cheeky. Wilford managed to bring himself out of his moment of embarrassment, and Abe gulped when he realised that he had probably just made the dumbest decision of his entire career, and indeed life.

'Sorry....what was that?'

Wilford's voice went so deep and so slow that it momentarily hypnotised Abe with terror; but don't worry, for a mere second later the detective had let out a shriek of mirth when Wilford's scratching landed furiously at his shirt covered stomach.

'AHAHA NAHAHAHTHIHING OHOMYGAHAD NAHAHATHIHING!'

Abe's laughter was the definition of booming as its volume very much filled the room; Wilford grinned, finding the fact that Abe was very sensitive on his stomach extremely endearing. He let his fingers dig into the chubby flesh a little, and Wilford cocked his head to the side in mock confusion as he replied.

'What was that? Can ya repeat that for me sweetcheeks?'

Sweetcheeks was the most appropriate nickname now since Abe's powerful blush had surpassed his facial hair and shone like a beacon of flusteredness from his face. Abe had tears brimming in his eyes as he thrashed and bucked, gazing at Wilford desperately.

'ITWASNAHATHING PLEHEHEASE IHI'M SAHAHARRY!!'

At seeing the man's desperation Wilford relented his rougher onslaught, thus sending waves of relief through Abe's nervous system as the torture subsided; though he shivered when Wilford chuckled.

'That's what I thought.'

Abe couldn't bare to look at Wilford's smugness as he caught his breath, but then he tensed when he felt Wilford pushing up his shirt and the detective fully prepared himself for Wilford's drilling digits once more.....but.....harshness was not what Wilford provided. Instead, Abe found himself shivering and giggling as Wilford half-traced and half-rubbed his slightly chubby belly, and not only was it tickly but it was also extremely relaxing.

'Wh-whahat a-a-ahare yohou doing?'

Abe stuttered, tentatively looking up at Wilford who merely grinned playfully.

'Just giving you a little kindness before I go back to torturing you! I must say, your torso is most magnificent with masculine energy and feel, and it is delightfully soft to the touch...'

When Wilford trailed off, Abe felt breathless.....that....those words....actually really meant a lot to him. Abe had forgotten how self conscious he usually was of his stomach, because of it's squishiness and hairiness, but feeling Wilford's teasy, unwavering touch made all that insecurity absolutely fuck right off. Wilford's soft fingers eagerly stroked and ran through the dark hair, all the way from his waist, up his wide happy trail, over his navel, and above it where the hair swirled in all sorts of different directions. Abe had often seen it as....unsightly, to put it gently, but Wilford thought it was marvellously beautiful.

'I-.....I....th-thahank yohou....'

Wilford's gaze flicked back from Abe's tummy to his face, and his very core melted when he saw how bashful and happy he was from this delicate treatment. Wilford had sensed the insecurity that Abe felt, but had also felt it diminish when he'd started touching him....and Wilford was overjoyed that HE was the one to make Abe feel so comfortable in himself. He suddenly smiled mischievously, leaning down, and he started to peck gentle kisses over the beautiful belly before him.

'You're most welcome....now, will you help me out and mayhaps tell me where else you're ticklish?'

Wilford's voice had a gentle, playful lilt to it that made Abe giggle more, or perhaps it was the teasy kissing that did that.....either way, Abe was encased in giggles. The detective nibbled his bottom lip, and stammered back just as playfully.

'N-Nohohowhehere....'

Wilford raised a sudden eyebrow as he flicked his gaze up to Abe, administering a kiss just above his belly button as he whispered.

'Oh.....are you quite sure darling?'

Abe let out a little squeak at the navel kiss, and despite knowing what his fate would be, he nodded as he replied.

'Y-Y-Yehehes yehehes!'

Abe tried to sound imploring and genuine....but really, who could possibly believe that? Wilford certainly didn't as he leant away from Abe's stomach, just so he could rear up and lean right over Abe, so he could add a little more tension. Needless to say, Abe tensed up greatly when Wilford replied in a teasing purr.

'Oh really? So if I went for your knees and cute feet you wouldn't react at all?'

Mortification. That was the expression that spread across Abe's face right now. He was in complete shock and starting to shiver at the mere mention of those ticklish spots, how the hell had Wilford even known? He'd never told him, hell Abe had never told ANYBODY or even let himself let on about those weak spots-oh. Of course. The thing that had started this whole chain of events in the first place. Damned mind-reading. Wilford smirked as he shuffled down Abe's body and turned his back on him, whilst Abe started giggling in terrified anticipation.

'W-Wihilford w-wahait waitwaitwait c-c'mohon we can work thihis out like g-gentlem-EHEHEHEN!!'

There were two sets of laughter. One was Wilford's gleeful, over-the-top attempt at a villainous laugh, whilst Abe's was incredibly frantic and for once....beautifully high pitched; it was out of control, and Wilford thought it was perfect. Wilford felt it prudent to say so to Abe as he mercilessly, and relatively harshly, scratched behind his knees.

'Oh what beautiful, desperate laughter you have! Tickle tickle tickle Abey-boo!'

Abe tossed his head from side to side, as if he was trying to impair his own hearing so he didn't have to listen to Wilford's flustering teasing. He heard it well enough though, as well as Wilford's own laughter...which Abe felt himself focus on. Although it was intended to be comedic, Abe found his mind focusing on it and finding it really very cute and nice. Did Abe express this in a kind way though....noooope.

'FAHAHAHAHACK OHOHOHOHOHOFF!!'

Abe cried out, making Wilford gasp indignantly and start pinching the backs of his knees as a little punishment. Well, it was little from Wilford's perspective, but perhaps not for Abe since he'd started howling with laughter as Wilford spoke.

'Why now how rude, though I'm not surprised, you seem to have lost quite a bit of your decorum! It must be so much worse not being able to see my fingers at work....'

Abe let out a wail to signify that yes Wilford it was so much fricking worse that he couldn't see where Wilford's goddamn tickling fingers would strike next; it made Abe feel so much more like the vulnerable victim he truly was right now. Abe's fiery sarcasm flew out of him in his reply though, and his expression was quite hilarious with his wide eyes and raised bushy brows.

'YAHAHAHA THIHIHIHINK?!?!'

Wilford couldn't help but turn back to glance at Abe and giggle softly....even now he was sassy. It was utterly remarkable. Wilford responded with similar attitude in his tone and a sparkle in his eyes.

'You know I do actually! Many think I don't, but I do enjoy thinking....and methinks now it's time for our DAZZLING piece de resistance!'

Abe let out a defeated whimper, resigned to his fate and focusing on taking in air as Wilford shifted once more.....right down to sit on his ankles. Fuck. Yup. This was it. This was the end.

'Ohoho s-stahars have mehercy....'

Those were the last proper coherent words that Abe uttered for a little while, for as soon as Wilford's devilish fingers touched his feet....all was lost in terms of sass and cheek, for Abe anyway.

'Oooohhh look at those toes wiiiiggle, and oh that delightful hysteria! It is the most beautiful symphony!'

Wilford spend time on Abe's feet. Scritching at his heels in circles to make Abe squawk and gasp in his laughter, single finger wiggles up and down his inner arches to make him squeal and beg beautifully, as he was now.

'PLEHEHEHEHAHAHA MEHEHEHERCY MERCYMERCY AHAHAHAHA!!'

Abe swore that he'd never been tickled like it, it was like everything on his body was on fire with electricity, teasing his lungs and vocals to produce mirth like nothing else. And boy was he in mirth. Wilford almost thought Abe would break the cuffs with how much he was tugging, it was honestly impressive; Wilford grinned as he scribbled the balls of his feet and purred.

'Oh but you're a big strong bear Abe, I'm sure you can handle a liiiittle more....'

Abe was heavily inclined to disagree, but his heart pounded at the thought of punishment if he vexed Wilford.....so he cackled loud with mouth agape. Thus was the reaction he also gave when Wilford played around with his toes, and believe me when I say that Wilford adored it all. But he was looking for one final thing....he wanted his detective to scream.

'NONONO IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAAAAN'T!!'

Abe was hoping that somehow, he'd be able to endure. Somehow, Wilford would tire of him....but he never did. Wilford seemed to genuinely get more and more excited and enthusiastic as the tickling went on, and for Abe that was the most flustering thing of all. Abe's mind was going wild, because surely now he was hysterical there was nothing more left for him to give? He was laughing as loud as his body could muster so it surely couldn't get any worse.....oh boy was he wrong.

'Sorry.....but I can't stop until hear ya scream.'

A single finger, in the very centre of each of Abe's soles....scratching that one focal point of each foot. That gave Wilford what he wanted. Abe hadn't even known this was even a bad tickle spot on him; well, you learn something new everyday.

'AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!'

Abe wasn't even in control of anything anymore....it was just the mirth. Just the mirth. Wilford was enthralled that someone could have such a bad tickle spot, he had his lips parted in slight awe as he watched Abe scream shrilly with laughter. It was stunning madness.

'Beautiful....'

Wilford whispered under his breath as he focused on Abe's face, his desperate expression, fiery cheeks, matted hair, his eyes filled with falling tears. It was like a paradise.....for one of them.

'PLEEHEHEHEEEE-'

That was it....Abe's voice....gone. He had reached the point of silent laughter, and that's what brought Wilford out of his dazed admiration. Not only did the silence in reality bring him out of his trance....but the potent communication in his mind made him realise it was time for mercy.

*PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING!*

Wilford stopped the tickling, placing his palms on Abe's soles to initiate a sense of soothing as Abe whimpered and gasped. Anything. Wilford nibbled his bottom lip with a little grin....he had an idea. Thankfully, Abe's recovering state meant he had not the energy to read Wilford's thoughts. That was good. It meant it would be the most pleasant surprise. Wilford slid back over Abe's body as he gazed at him, carefully lying on top of him as the detective's chest rose and fell with his deep breaths.

'.....anything?'

Abe was blinking and swallowing and breathing, registering that it was over, truly. He still tingled all over which kept him smiling, and all in all he felt pretty good considering his earlier legitimate screams. He looked up at Wilford, his soft spoken query for some reason making something flutter in Abe's chest....after all that....what could he possibly want? Abe's curiosity took over as he licked his dry lips.

'.....y-yeah.'

There was....a moment between them. Neither of them were really thinking. It was neutral ground, no premonitions, no preluding, this was untouched territory that Wilford Warfstache was about to launch into. He was going to free and take care of Abe no matter his response to his request.....but he was hoping, more than anything, that he would feel the same. Wilford snapped his fingers, making the cuffs binding Abe disappear, before mumbling.

'Kiss me.'

Abe jumped when the cuffs disappeared.....but his shock meant that he didn't lower his arms. Wilford wanted to....Wilford felt.....that? It was a tense few moments for them both, Wilford felt his heart pounding with his anxiety as he purposefully tried to stay out of Abe's mind; he wanted this to happen honestly and....for real. And I'm pleased to say, it did. Abe broke out into a delighted, cheeky grin, wrapping his arms round Wilford's neck and tugging him down for a warm kiss. They both giggled, teeth clashing a few times as they found their rhythm, but soon they were kissing like the other person was the only person they'd ever kissed before. Wilford, of course, was ecstatic with joy. Abe couldn't stop giggling into Wilford's lips, he felt so giddy that this was actually happening....and his heart leapt with the knowledge that they both had feelings for each other. They broke away eventually, both grinning and blushing with bright eyes. Abe whispered.

'Was y-your uh....revenge satisfactory?'

Wilford chuckled at Abe's bashfulness, and he stroked the man's cheek as he nodded. his tone of voice in his reply was both smug, and extraordinarily loving.

'Oh it certainly was, in fact I'd say it surpassed the realms of satisfaction!'

Abe tilted his head to the side out of embarrassment, it seemed that this genuine flirting flustered him far more that the banterous flirting of the past; Wilford adored him all the more for it. That adoration only peaked more when a soft question came from Abe's, most inviting, lips.

'Can we.....keep kissing?'

Wilford didn't even speak, he just kissed him. Wilford cupped Abe's face as Abe playfully hooked his legs round Wilford's waist, playfully trapping him on top of him. There would be the occasional nip at a bottom lip, or a pinch at a bottom as they implicitly battled to take charge.....but eventually it transpired that they were truly the perfect equals. Kisses and giggles and cuddles all day long.....dammit I'm jealous, but then again who the hell wouldn't be?

WOOOOOO HOPE YOUS LIKE THIS PART 2 LEMME KNOW IF YA DO WOOP LUV YOUS XX

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