Like The Other Ben
Fandom: The Umbrella Academy (season 3)
Characters: Sparrow!Ben, Klaus
Anonymous said: Not sure if you’re okay writing Sparrow!Ben, but since you like Klaus - a tickle fight between them could be so cute! Maybe set on the night of the wedding, with Klaus finding out Ben’s ticklish and wrecking him to “see if he has the same spots as Ben 1.0” (and just to see him smile for once!)
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Ben was drunk and Klaus’ face was stupid.
“Excuse you.”
Did he say that aloud?
“Yes, you did,” Klaus replied, equally as drunk, with something offended to his voice. “You’ve been narrating, like, all your thoughts for the past ten minutes.”
Huh. Would you look at that.
“Stop,” Klaus groaned, exasperated in a way Ben hadn’t seen him be before. Not that he really knew him. The Sparrow Academy wasn’t big enough for them all, although there was only Ben and Sloan left now, so maybe he was the outsider. Still Klaus had been infiltrating his life more and more to the point he wondered if maybe he was their Ben after all.
He was too drunk to think about this. When he looked at Klaus it seemed he must’ve at last kept his thoughts out of his mouth.
“How are you standing right now?” he asked instead, dizzy just from seeing Klaus taking step after step around the room.
“Oh, I’m used to this,” he said, although his balance was clearly faltering. “Though you’re weak, I see.”
“Shut up,” Ben snapped, feeling a muted type of anger briefly flare up before dissolving beneath the alcohol’s influence, which made him moody but not much else. He didn’t fully feel all his emotions while drunk. Some would say that was a dangerous thing if you normally felt a lot, but Ben was usually above turning to booze.
But this was his sister’s wedding. His only still living sibling, if you could even call her that.
Klaus was dancing toward him, or maybe he was simply walking and staggering as he did. “Come on,” he sang, and Ben tried to sit up from the floor upon his approach but found he’d lost control of his limbs. “Lighten up. You’re having fun, aren’t you?”
“Barely.” But he kind of was. Or had been, up until Klaus made him aware of it and he felt he needed to sulk about it. He’d danced, nearly elbowing Diego in the face and laughing so hard about it he’d almost fallen. Klaus had pulled him away when he’d started feeling sick, and although his stomach had settled they’d stayed out of sight from the rest of the party, content in doing whatever the hell they were doing stumbling around together. Ben could almost see why this other Ben liked Klaus, but he wasn’t about to tell him that.
“I know a way to help you loosen up,” Klaus said, plopping down beside him with a grin so big it scared him a bit. “I used to do it to my Ben all the time.”
“No thanks.”
“Oh, come on, Benjamin. It won’t hurt, I promise.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“You know what? I don’t need your consent for this. It kind of defeats the point.”
Ben opened his mouth to retort again but all that came out was something like a squeal - but not an actual squeal - when Klaus suddenly latched onto his knee and squeezed.
And squeezed.
And squeezed.
Ben, drunk out of his mind, started giggling when he couldn’t figure out how to get it to stop, ticklish shocks shooting up his leg that he felt despite his intoxicated state. He could tell his body was reacting, hands flailing around, but he was only properly aware of how fucking bad it tickled and how fucking hysterically he was laughing.
“Klaus!” he cried, aiming for a warning but succeeding only in sounding pathetic.
“Ben!” Klaus teased, his other hand moving up to claw at his ribs and making Ben bend forward, which made him dizzy.
“Fuckin’ stop,” he gasped out, embarrassed to already be physically folding.
“You seem to be just as ticklish as my Ben,” Klaus said, ignoring him. “And kind of the same laugh. Let’s see if you have the same tickle spots, too.”
He grabbed Ben’s shoulder and gently pushed him to the side so that he was resting on Klaus’ lap. Ben was confused for only a second before he felt fingers glide into the area beneath his chin and teasing the skin so softly he almost screamed. He felt his whole body buckling, feet kicking in an attempt to escape, but all he managed to do was to flip himself onto his back and give Klaus proper access to his neck.
He positively screeched when Klaus started swirling his fingers over the skin without mercy, catching sight of the utter glee on his face. He would never let this happen while sober, but he had to admit, in between moments of unbearableness, that this was kind of fun.
Not that he would ever admit that.
“I think your neck is worse, Benerino.”
“Fuck off!”
“Let’s see if your armpits are as bad.”
“No!” Klaus tried to grab his wrist, but in a moment of sobriety Ben managed to roll off of him and curl up on the floor, not really the grand escape he’d imagined. “Mercy, please.”
Klaus was laughing, although Ben could tell it wasn’t necessarily at him. “Fine. But hey, you had fun, right?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
“I’ll get you back for this, Klaus.”
“Looking forward to it, Benjamin.”
Ben exhaled. Maybe Klaus was all right.
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