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Jack Attack (iv)

A/N I am SO damn creative with titles

Jack pushed his bedroom door open with a huff. He had been recording a Super Mario Maker episode and it had been more stressful than usual. He stormed down the stairs, growling and cursing under his breath. 

"Jack, are you okay?" Mark was walking up the stairs and as they passed each other, Jack realized how tired his boyfriend looked. Jack ignored Mark's concern and exhaustion and kept walking until he reached the living room. Kicking at the floor, he slumped onto the cushions and sighed, burying his head in his hands.

"Jack?" 

Dark was standing over him, staring at him curiously.

"What the fuck do you want?" Jack growled, staring at the floor.

"That's not fucking nice," Dark commented, sitting down next to the Irishman. Jack turned away from Mark's alternate to stare at the blank TV.

"Jack, I said that's not nice," Dark insisted.

"I fucking heard you."

Silence.

"I think you need a change of attitude."

"Fucking whatever. Just let me sleep it off."

Jack suddenly felt two arms wrap around his torso and pull him back. He squeaked and struggled in Dark's grasp, completely confused.

"First of all, what the fuck, and two, let go!"

"First of all, you need to change your attitude, and two, I can help you." 

Jack humphed. "Go the fuck ahead." He immediately regretted his words.

Dark's fingers suddenly fluttered at his left side, and he burst into giggles. 

"Dahark Ihihi swear toho fuhuhucking-!" Jack squealed as Dark nuzzled his neck.

"Stahahapihihihit!" Jack thrashed, trying to pull away from Dark, but the demon held tight.

"I don't think so," Jack's captor remarked, continuing the attack on Jack's neck and side, keeping the Irish boy giggling loudly. Jack arched his back, squeezing his eyes shut.

"FuhuhuhuHUAHAHAHAHA!" Jack's words exploded into laughter as Dark suddenly attacked his right side and he melted against Dark's chest, his stomach heaving. Jack squirmed weakly, but  he felt his earlier rage melting away, and a warm, fuzzy feeling replacing it.

"That's actually cute," Dark teased, not slowing in the slightest. 

"SHUHUHUT THE FUHUHUCK UHUP!" Jack could barely speak through his hysterics, and he curled up to the best of his ability, since his legs weren't pinned.

He pounded the couch weakly, tears beginning to leak from his eyes. But he didn't want it to stop. It was making him feel better, for sure. And... though he wouldn't admit it to anyone but Mark, he loved it to pieces. Laughing was awesome.

"You're blushing," Dark said, grinning. The flush Jack didn't know he had deepened and he raised one hand to push at Dark's face.

"YOHOHOU DIHIHICK!"

"Thank you."

Dark continued to torture the poor boy, eliciting squeals, snorts, and shrieks when he went to different places, and once he even managed to make Jack's laughter go silent when he went behind his knees. 

After a few minutes, Jack's voice had started to die for real and Dark slowed the tickling to just tapping at Jack's ribs. Jack slowly recovered some strength.

"Fuhuck yohou..."

"You know you don't want it to stop."

Jack's face lit like a beacon. "Wha- yehes Ihi do!

"Nah."

Dark let go of Jack and the Irishman didn't move, but lay there giggling.

"Yohou're mean."

Dark shrugged. "Why else am I a demon?"

Jack rolled his eyes and stood up. But before he had walked too far, he turned on his heel.

"Dark?"

"Yeah?" The demon was still staring after him.

"Thanks..." Jack went bright red when he saw Dark smirk.

"I-I meant thanks for cheering me up! Hehe..." and Jack booked it into the kitchen, leaving a smiling Dark behind.

I know it's short, but I tried my best!

Hope it was okay.