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[sparkp18]

I have a degree now!!! Ain’t that neat!!!!

[angelatmidnight1]

Don’t Romp With Me

This is part 2 to the Outwitted fic with Mirage and Wattson. I liked writing the first part so much that I didn’t want to leave the story there. I’m planning on writing a part three (hopefully) but I hope you all like this continuation!

Summary: Ajay believes that Octane swiped the last donut that was promised to Loba and she's not happy. She chases him throughout the dropship and corners him with her shock sticks in hand. The combat medic may be holding the instrument, but Octane’s the one who’s gonna be making the music.

“SILVA!”

Octane crashed into the side of a table and sent its contents hurtling to the floor. He gasped out an expletive in Spanish but he didn’t stop to check for any damage, he had to run. Death was chasing him and he had to get anywhere but where he was now. He stabbed another stim into his leg and the mechanical gears whirred loudly as he swerved down another corridor of the dropship. He threw himself against the door to his room and fell face first onto the carpet, groaning and kicking the door shut behind him. He was panting, but not from exhaustion. He was still under the effects of the stim and his heart had to pump fast to keep up with it. After a mere ten seconds, maybe even less than that, Octane pushed himself up onto his knees and grabbed a much smaller version of his jump pad from the corner of his room. He’d been working on this thing for exactly seven minutes and eleven seconds, which was long for him, and it was his only chance to keep what was coming for him at bay. But then the door knob turned and Octane hopped to his feet and screamed, shielding himself with the tiny jump pad because his life did depend on it. The door creaked open slowly and the short, pink haired combat medic walked in the room and closed it behind her. Lifeline’s fingers twitched over the shock sticks she carried and slowly approached the daredevil. There were loose strands sticking out of one of her buns and the other one was lopsided on her head. Octane would’ve teased her to the moon and back about it if he wasn’t so damn panicked. 

“Che, listen to me. I--”

Ajay struck the shock sticks together and they buzzed in response. She twirled one of them in her hand and mirrored Octane’s retreating steps with her own. “What did I tell ya would happen, Silva?” She asked in a surprisingly calm voice as she boxed him into a corner and kept walking. Octavio gulped and dropped the useless mini pad and decided his best defense was his own hands. 

“I didn’t take the donut, Che! It was there when I left, I swear!” He argued while backpedaling all the way to the wall behind him. Now he was trapped and Lifeline, pocketing her shock sticks, stood directly in front of him and crushed any hopes of him somehow escaping her. 

“I saw ya running out of the kitchen like the devil himself was behind ya! Ya didn’t think I did, did ya? I told ya that donut was for Loba!” She snapped, suddenly taking her hands and poking both sides of his stomach. Octane’s eyes bugged out and coughed out a laugh before immediately shielding his torso with his arms. He swore the air around him stopped moving; both of them knew what was coming, and Octane would’ve preferred getting whacked with one of those shock sticks. In one desperate motion, the daredevil lurched forward and tried to push her to the side and clear a path. Lifeline smirked and let him push her but caught his leg with her own and sent him tumbling to the floor. She wrestled his arms to his back and made him lie flat so that his own body weight could pin his arms down. Octane put up a good fight but, as a combat medic, Lifeline knew how to pin someone down and keep them wherever she wanted. 

“I’m serious, Ajay! I didn’t take the dahahamn DONONohohut!” Octavio whined and snickered as she poked his belly repeatedly. After a couple more pokes, Lifeline kept her finger on one spot of belly and swirled it in quick, circular motions, causing the man to buck his hips and giggle harder. 

“I dunno, Silva. Feels like ya just ate something to me. And you of all people should know better than to cross me!” Lifeline retorted before using all ten fingers to scratch away Octane’s belly. Octavio sputtered and cursed before laughing loudly. 

“NahahAHAHAHAH AaaJAHAY StahahAHAHAHAHP! WhYHYHY DihIHIHD IIhhiHIHIHT HahahAHAHAHVE TahahaHAHAHAH BEHEHEHEH MEHEHEHE!” Octane shrieked and sucked in his tummy, tossing his body side to side in an attempt to knock her off. Lifeline’s fingers followed his movements easily and she chuckled, shaking her head. “Because I know ya, Silva. This has ya name written all over it.” She smirked as she tweaked his sides before attacking his belly again. “I also know that ya ticklish here and....here!”

Octane’s protests were interrupted by another scream as she suddenly plunged her finger into his navel and scribbled along the curves and dips. He thrashed against the ground and laughed hysterically, his back practically leaving the floor as she tickled faster and faster. Lifeline giggled and blew a sloppy raspberry onto his belly for good measure, prompting another cry of laughter. 

“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA CHEEHEHEHEH PLEHEHEHEEEHAHAHA!” Octavio shook with laughter and kicked his leg at the floor over and over. Lifeline blew another raspberry, then another, then another, then...well, she lost count after that. She was too busy laughing at Octavio’s pleas and howls of laughter that were embedded with plenty of Spanish expletives. “SAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH IHIHIHIHT! IHIHAHAHAH DIHIHIHDN’AHAHA! H-HIHIHJO DEHEHEHEHAHAHAH (Son of a…)!” Octane couldn’t form a word or a sentence as he laughed himself silly, his laughter finally going silent after the umpteenth raspberry blown onto his belly. Lifeline stopped and rested both hands on his tummy with a snicker. “I hope ya had time to think about what ya gonna say next. I want an apology for stealing the donut, and crossing ya best friend in the whole wide world.” She demanded with a small, playful pout as she lightly squeezed his tummy. Octavio breathed heavily and groaned. What was he supposed to say? If he said he didn’t take anything, she’d tickle him. If he said he did take something, which he didn’t, she’d probably tickle him anyway. Octane weighed his options too long for Lifeline’s liking and, after quirking a brow at him, she fluttered her fingers up his tummy and suddenly buried them into his armpits. “Ya hurt me, Silva.” Lifeline tutted as the daredevil let out a strangled yelp and fell into a heavy giggling fit. “Ya really do.”

Octane arched his back and giggled wildly, his giggles becoming full blown laughter as she laid across his chest and picked up the tickling pace. His eyes bugged out when she lightly pinched at his hollows and he laughed harder as he tried to turn onto his side. “IiiiIIIIHIHEHEHEH DOHOHN’T KNOHOhohohw whahahaht toohohohoh SAHAHAHAHYHAHA! IHIHIHT WAHAHASN’T MEHEHEHAHAHAH!” He cried out with desperate laughter and squeezed his arms against his sides. It didn’t stop Lifeline from finding the spot where his upper arm and armpits met and, once she started scribbling her fingers there, he let out a hoarse yelp and laughed almost as hard as he did when she targeted his stomach. “NYAHAHAHAHA BAHAHAHSTAHAH (Stop it!)! POHOHOHOR FAHAHAVOR BAHAHAHSTAHAHAH!” He yelped before giving into the hysterical laughter that overtook him. 

Lifeline, in spite of herself, was actually starting to believe Octavio. She knew that he was extremely ticklish and didn’t think that he would subject himself to so much of it if he didn’t have to. Still, it was fun to tease him, and who said she’d have to stop any time soon? With another slow, pitiful shake of her head, she dropped her hands to his ribcage and swiped her fingers along each rib, paying special attention to the ones that made him squeal. Lifeline didn’t stay on his ribs for long and shoved her hands back under his arms and found the spot that made him cackle. 

“OKAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHY I DIHIHIHIHD ITHAHAHAHA IIHIH SOHOHOHOHOHRRY! SSAHAHAHAHRY  AHAHAHAHJAHAHY!” He yelled all in one breath as he rolled his head side to side. Lifeline smirked and kept on tickling before slowing down just enough to keep him giggling. “Maybe ya didn’t, O. I’m starting to think ya didn’t take anything after all. Still, I forgot how much fun it is to tickle ya!” She winked, walking her fingers down to his sides. Octane squeaked and giggled madly as the combat medic’s fingers tweaked and scribbled at his skin. “It’s NAHAHAHahahaht fuhuhuhuhuhuhn! STAHAHAHahahahahahahah!” He protested, his struggling refueled by her true belief that he did not steal that donut. Lifeline looked down at him incredulously and grinned. “It’s not fun? How can ya say that with a smile that big? Why, ya face’s about to split in half from all that smilin’.” She teased, her grin turning into a mischievous smirk when she walked her fingers closer to his stomach and saw the panic in his eyes. Octane continued to yell out protests in between his giggles and squeals; then, the second Ajay’s fingers found and re-buried themselves back into his tummy and navel, he found himself screaming with laughter.  “AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”

“See?!” Lifeline had to raise her voice over his heavy howls of laughter as she twisted her finger in circular motions while inside Octavio’s navel. “Ya really smilin’ now! Ya must be havin’ so much fun, aren’t cha?” She grinned and used her nails to gently scratch along his hypersensitive stomach. Octavio shook his head back and forth, barely able to shout out ‘no’ as he flopped against the floor laughter pouring out of him. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” He wailed, his eyes shining with tears as he bucked like crazy. “NOHOHOHOHOOHOH MOHOHOHOHORE! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHSE!”

“More? Is that what ya said?” Lifeline snickered, not giving him a chance to respond as she knelt down and repeatedly blew raspberries into his navel all over again. At the first one, Octavio let out a hoarse scream and even harder cries of laughter; after the second and third and onward, his laughter became silent and his face was streaked with tears. When she finally stopped, noticing that he hadn’t made many sounds in a minute or two, the daredevil remained in stitches and giggled loudly even though she’d stopped tickling him. Ajay laughed and climbed off of him so that he could curl into a little ball. “Why ya still laughin’, O? I’m not even touching ya!” She giggled, playfully poking his sides to keep him in that giggling fit. Octavio lurched away and snorted, making sure that he was far out of her reach. “Teeheheheheheh oohohohdioohoh… (I hate you)...” He tittered and rubbed his stomach to rub away the lingering ticklish sensations.

Ajay arched a brow and grabbed Octavio’s shoulders to turn him back towards her. “What did ya say?” She snapped with a newfound glint of mischief in her eyes. Octane gasped when he suddenly found himself staring back at the combat medic and he wrenched out of her hold. “N-Nothing! I didn’t say anything.” He stammered, his stamina quickly returning to him as he hopped to his feet. Ajay stood up and lunged towards him but just missed. “I heard ‘odio’! What’s that mean? Odor? Did ya just say I stink?!” Ajay made another grab for the daredevil and he dodged her again, but she kept on coming. After some barely successful evasions, Octavio decided that it was time to run for the hills. He spun around to the door and went to grab a stim from his belt, but Lifeline managed to grab his right arm and pin it against his back. Then, on the same side, she drilled her thumb into the side of his stomach, causing him to stagger and laugh. Octane whipped around in her hold and tried to pull his arm from her grasp. During his struggling, Lifeline smirked and waited for him to pick a side to lean towards, giving him a hard push in the same direction. This caused the daredevil to topple over again with his right arm pinned behind his back, and the left one held to the side by the crazy combat medic. “Are ya gonna tell me what ya said? Or should I assume ya said I stink and torment ya some more?” She asked with a quirked brow, leaning down to his hypersensitive stomach and pausing just above his navel. Octane writhed in her hold the closer her head got to his stomach and shook his head repeatedly. 

“No! NO! Okay, I said---and don’t do anything, I said I hate you, but...NAHAHAHAHAHAH WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!”

Ajay didn’t wait for the daredevil to try and weasel his way out of that one and dropped her head to blow another sloppy raspberry against his navel. Since he was still sensitive from her previous attack, his laugh was nearly silent by the time she finished. 

“Ya hate me, do ya?” She smirked, blowing another raspberry and chuckling as he bucked and laughed silently. “I can’t have that, Silva. Not after all we’ve been through. So, I’ll just keep tormenting ya and see if ya change ya mind.” 

With that, Lifeline released his arms and pushed her hands into his armpits before he could bring them down. She swiped her nails side to side and even rubbed at the spot where his upper arm and armpits met. Octane shrieked with laughter and grabbed her arms, but she only tickled faster in response. “MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHRCY! CHEHEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAH!” The daredevil screamed before Ajay decided to torment his stomach with more of those horribly ticklish raspberries. Octavio found himself in hysterics as he thrashed and thrashed, slipping in and out of silent laughter as Ajay put him through more ticklish hell. 

Unbeknownst to Octane and Lifeline, the commotion coming from the daredevil’s room prompted the handsomest bachelor in the Apex Games, Mirage, to go and investigate. It hadn’t been that long since Wattson put him through the same hell that Octavio was in, so he was walking slower than usual. But, in a way, it did give him the opportunity to perfect that strut and flaunt the goods. Mirage approached the door and, throwing privacy out the window, he grabbed the doorknob and twisted so that he could poke his head in the room. “Hey listen, I don’t know what’s going on,” He started, opening the door more so he could step in. “But it sounds like there’s a dying animal in her---oh! Oh jeez, sorry, uh..” 

All Elliott saw was Octavio pinned down by Lifeline, red faced, and laughing his head off. He cleared his throat awkwardly and Lifeline looked towards the sound. 

“Oh, Witt. Didn’t hear ya come in. Looks like ya saved by the bell, Silva.” Ajay snickered as she climbed off of Octane and sat beside him. Octavio panted heavily and rolled onto his side, facing the door. But, as he looked towards the trickster, he found him looking the other way and even retreating into the hallway. 

“Look,” Mirage started, still refusing to look at the pair, “Just pretend I wasn’t here, alright? I mean, I didn’t see anything anyway. Not that I was l-looking, but...ya know…”

Lifeline rolled her eyes and grabbed a pillow to chuck at the trickster. “Calm ya self, Witt.” The combat medic said after Mirage squeaked and dodged the pillow. “None of what ya thinking happened. I was just lookin’ for a donut thief this morning and making sure my bestest friend in the whole wide world wasn’t the culprit.” She continued with a smirk and a playful nudge on Octavio’s shoulder. As daft as the trickster could be, Elliott saw enough to determine how Lifeline most likely went about ‘questioning’ her subject. Poor Octavio was still drawing in as much air as he could.

“Oh, you mean the donut from this morning? Nat ate it. I ran into her maybe an hour or so ago. She said they were good but, ya know, wasn’t able to see for myself.” Mirage added with a chuckle and shrug of his shoulders. 

Lifeline blinked and looked at Octane, who was now sitting up and glaring at her. Well, glaring as much as he could with the smile still stuck on his face. 

“Che..” Octavio started to growl but the combat medic whacked him with a new pillow. 

“What? So ya laughed some and maybe lost some pride. Maybe I woulda eased up if ya didn’t say ya hated me.” Lifeline argued as she put on a little pout and stood up. 

“I could never hate you, hermana. But I’d watch my back if I were you. Because there’s a storm comin’ for you.” Octane responded, feeling his stamina come back faster than the medic walked to the door. 

Lifeline smiled and looked back at the men, pointing a shock stick at Octavio. 

“Ha. I already got ya once. It’d be too easy to do it again~.”