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Title: Navel Warfare

Length: Oneshot

Rating: PG-13

Pairing(s): Baekhyun/Chanyeol

Genre: Fluff, no real plot to speak of

Warning: Language, sexual references

Summary: Chanyeol enjoys poking Baekhyun's bellybutton. Baekhyun doesn't like it. A battle to the death ensues. (Inspired by all the Baek tummy pics floating around currently.)

Disclaimer: Any song lyrics used belong to their respective owners. Characters don't belong to me.

Word Count: 2200

Baekhyun has always hated being tickled. He especially hates those dreams where he feels like someone’s tickling him, and he’s aware enough to know that he needs to wake up to end the torture… but for whatever reason, he’s never able to do so until sleep’s sadistic fingers are content enough to release him from their clutches.

He’s having one of those blasted dreams right now, stuck fast somewhere between sleep and consciousness, and he can feel a tormenting ticklish sensation in the sensitive area around his navel, but he’s not yet conscious enough to squirm or move away from whatever’s causing it. Every now and then a bit of electricity shoots right through him, firing downwards along intricate networks of nerve endings, and concluding with a jolt of sensation somewhere down below.

Eventually Baekhyun emerges from his disturbed slumber, rising up to reality like a swimmer coming up for air. He inhales deeply and slowly opens one heavy eyelid at a time. The sunlight filtering in through the gap between the curtains hurts his eyes at first, but the irritation eases as he allows himself some time to adjust to the brightness.

He’s lying on his side, and there’s a warm body pressed against his back, gentle breaths ghosting over his neck and shoulders. With eyes still bleary from sleep, he looks down and everything comes into focus as he notices a finger lazily tracing circles around his bellybutton.

Baekhyun rolls his eyes and smiles. Chanyeol has always had a peculiar penchant for his tummy, particularly enjoying Baekhyun’s reactions when he caresses the skin around the small, sensitive depression in the centre.

Then the finger ceases its lethargic exploration of the soft, slightly rounded terrain that is Baekhyun’s belly, only to suddenly dip right into his navel.

Baekhyun feels that electricity shooting through him again and utters a faint gasp. Thinking that his boyfriend might still be asleep, he gently pushes the roaming digits away and sinks his head back into the pillow.

Before long the finger is back, circling and dipping and poking where it’s not wanted, but this time Chanyeol is a little less gentle, and Baekhyun begins to suspect that maybe he’s not asleep after all.

“Chanyeol,” he whispers harshly, “are you awake?”

It seems like at least half a minute has passed and yet there’s still no reply. Frowning, Baekhyun lowers his head again and closes his eyes.

Yet another unwarranted umbilical violation has his eyelids snapping open almost as soon as they’ve closed.

“Hey… stop that…”

Again there’s no response from Chanyeol, but this time Baekhyun swears he can see the tiniest hint of a smile pulling at the corners of plump, rosy lips.

“You can’t fool me, Park Chanyeol,” he sighs witheringly, “I know you’re awake..”

He rolls around to face Chanyeol, but the other boy doesn’t even flinch at the sudden movement. He barely exhibits any signs of being alive at all, other than the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. Each breath is shallow and even, and every now and then his eyelids flutter a little, as they sometimes do when he’s in the midst of a dream.

Chanyeol has always been good at acting, but if anyone knows how to get the better of him, it’s Baekhyun. Leaning forward ever so slightly so as not to create a disturbance, he presses a soft, sweet kiss to Chanyeol’s lips, half expecting them to move against his own, and feeling a little put out when it doesn’t happen.

Baekhyun knows he needs to up the ante a little, so he traces around the outline of his boyfriend’s mouth with the tip of his tongue instead. When this proves to be similarly unsuccessful, he slowly licks along the seam of Chanyeol’s closed lips, but he can’t seem to provoke even the slightest twitch from the supposedly sleeping boy.

Oh, you’re good, Baekhyun thinks to himself, you’re really good. But you ain’t got nothing on me.

Baekhyun’s not one to be beaten easily, so he leans over once more, gingerly pressing his mouth to the centre of his boyfriend’s neck. His parted lips wrap themselves around Chanyeol’s adam’s apple, and he sucks on the protrusion with gentle insistence.

Soon enough, Chanyeol’s eyes are wide open and he utters a breathy gasp of his own. Baekhyun leans back and smiles down at him smugly.

“I knew it. I knew you weren’t asleep..”

“Well, of course I’m not asleep anymore…” Chanyeol groans as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “you just woke me up by sucking on my neck like a fucking sicko…”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it..” Baekhyun teases, coyly biting his lip to hide the beginnings of another mischievous smile.

Before he has time to react, Chanyeol rolls them both over until he’s on top, attacking Baekhyun’s lips with fervour. Then Baekhyun feels his bellybutton being rudely breached once more, but this time he’s pinned to the bed by a good 70 kilograms of bone and muscle that he hasn’t got a hope in hell of shifting.

“Ahh… quit it..” he whimpers, but to no avail; with his teeth sinking into Baekhyun’s lower lip, Chanyeol plunges another thick finger into his bellybutton and prods him mercilessly until he cries out, thrashing about to the best of his very limited ability.

“Why are you carrying on so much, baby?” Chanyeol coos in a dangerously sweet, deceptively soothing tone. “Doesn’t it feel good..?”

“You’re an arsehole..” Baekhyun wheezes in reply, and Chanyeol only clicks his tongue disapprovingly.

“Naughty boy.. If you want me to stop, you’re going to have to say you’re sorry.”

“Okay… okay…” Baekhyun gasps, “I’ll say it…”

But unbeknownst to his wicked boyfriend, Baekhyun has one final weapon in his arsenal, and it’s the deadliest one of all.

While Chanyeol is occupied elsewhere, Baekhyun’s hand slowly wanders downwards, inch by inch. It’s nigh on impossible to reach his destination unhindered, for at times Chanyeol has him squirming so much from the onslaught of ruthless prodding and poking that he loses sight of his target.

After what seems like an eternity of torture, Baekhyun’s hand finally snakes its way down across Chanyeol’s back and over his rear end, until it’s steadily homing in on the space between his butt and his balls like a heat-seeking missile.

And then, without further delay, he jabs his finger right into that spot.


Chanyeol yelps at the sudden intrusion, flailing so violently that he tumbles off the edge of the bed. He lands on the floorboards with a heavy thud and Baekhyun merely watches him for a moment as he lies there groaning. Then, with an impish chuckle, he rolls off the bed himself and lands right on top of his suffering boyfriend, squeezing any remaining air right out of him.

“I thought we agreed the gooch was a no-go zone..” Chanyeol gasps, by now too breathless to shove Baekhyun away; he allows his hands to rest on the other boy’s hips instead, slowly rubbing circles into the skin. Baekhyun sits up a little and leans on Chanyeol’s chest as he blinks down at him, looking the very picture of innocence.

“Really? I don’t recall agreeing to anything of the sort..” he replies sweetly. “Do you have it in writing?”

“No, because it was a verbal agreement, you little demon..” Chanyeol mutters, wincing slightly at the pain still radiating through his undercarriage.

“Well, in light of the abuse that was unleashed upon my poor unsuspecting bellybutton, I hereby declare any verbal agreements between us to be null and void,” Baekhyun announces officially as he begins to teasingly shower his boyfriend’s chest with kisses.

“Mmm,” Chanyeol purrs happily, “does that mean your bellybutton’s fair game now too..?”

“Now, now… I never said that…”

Chanyeol barely gives Baekhyun a chance to speak before he’s forcefully rolling them over again. He pushes Baekhyun against the hard floor and holds him still as he trails kisses down his body, stopping when he reaches that wretched little pit of terror. He thrusts his hot, wet tongue into it, pushing it in and pulling it out, over and over until Baekhyun is wriggling about and whining desperately for him to stop.

Eventually Chanyeol shows him some mercy, choosing instead to softly kiss around the periphery of Baekhyun’s navel, effectively lulling him into a false sense of security before he drives his tongue into it once again.

Unfortunately for Chanyeol, this time Baekhyun is so surprised that one of his knees jerks upwards of its own volition. He gets his boyfriend right in the guts, and the latter collapses on top of him, winded from the impact.

“I told you… not to do that..” Baekhyun pants breathlessly.

“You are so dead…” Chanyeol wheezes, “as soon… as I can breathe again… you are going down…”

But Baekhyun doesn’t wait for Chanyeol to catch his breath; he’s been dealt the upper hand once again, so he grabs it with both hands.

“Hmm…” he hums contemplatively, “why wait?”

Having said that, he rolls them both over until he’s on top once more. He slides downwards over Chanyeol’s body, making sure to do so at an excruciatingly slow pace, teasing his lover with kisses here and there until he arrives at the waistband of his boxers. Once there, he hooks a finger under the elastic and snaps it against Chanyeol's skin, eliciting a yelp of surprise. He then pulls the garment down a teensy bit and trails wet, open-mouthed kisses across his boyfriend's stomach; he moves his lips lower and lower, millimetre by agonising millimetre, until he has Chanyeol whimpering with sheer frustration and erecting a very obvious tent pole in his underwear.

“Hmm.. going camping, are we..?” Baekhyun teases, laughing against the soft skin of his lover’s stomach.

“Shut up..” Chanyeol hisses irritably, but it soon turns into a long drawn-out whine when Baekhyun nudges his aching manhood with the tip of his nose.

“Baek, please… this isn't fair…”

“Don’t be silly,” Baekhyun laughs maliciously, “all’s fair in love and war..”

At this point, Chanyeol looks so pitiful that Baekhyun starts to feel a little sorry for him.

“Okay,” he relents as he sits up, “I’ve tortured you enough. You’re free to go.”

Chanyeol only looks at Baekhyun as though he eats babies for breakfast.

“You mean you’re going to just leave me for dead, all hot and bothered and shit..?”

Baekhyun bites his lip and smiles.


“Like hell you are..” Chanyeol growls, and with a sudden show of strength, he pounces on his boyfriend and hauls him up. He then throws Baekhyun onto the bed, the latter kicking and screaming with a mixture of terror and delight at the promise of what’s to come.

“What are you going to do to me..?” Baekhyun asks, stammering a little in excited apprehension as he scoots up the bed in a vain attempt to get away, but deep down, he wants nothing more than for Chanyeol to have his own sweet way with him – and the rougher, the better.

He’s not about to admit that, however.

Chanyeol crawls over him on his hands and knees, leaning down until his face is but a centimetre from Baekhyun’s.

He then joins their lips together in a soft, sweet kiss that catches Baekhyun completely off guard.

“Uh… okay…” Baekhyun says slowly. “That wasn’t quite what I was expecting..”

“Shhh,” Chanyeol hushes him, gently pressing a finger to his lips. He then proceeds to kiss Baekhyun all over, murmuring whispered ‘you’re beautiful’s and ‘I love you’s, and Baekhyun is so completely thrown by the sudden change in demeanour that he’s somehow lost for words.

The heated romp he was expecting turns out to be anything but. Instead it’s uncharacteristically slow; gentle; passionate. It’s the kind of lovemaking that they only seem to reserve for special occasions, like birthdays and anniversaries and Valentine’s Day, and that one time when Chanyeol got a sizeable payrise – but not an ordinary Saturday after an aggressive morning wrestling match. There are no loud cries, creaking bedframes, thrashing limbs and nails embedded in each other's flesh; instead it’s all soft kisses, quiet moans and loving caresses, all tied up nicely with two perfectly synchronised climaxes.

Baekhyun sighs contentedly when Chanyeol spoons him afterwards, kissing and nuzzling the nape of his neck.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m beat,” Chanyeol announces, yawning sleepily. “What do you say to lying in a little longer? Say… until midday..?”

“Sounds good,” Baekhyun whispers back.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.”

Baekhyun nestles happily against Chanyeol as the latter pulls him closer, lovingly wrapping him up in his arms. He soon drifts off to sleep that way, soothed by his boyfriend’s gentle, rhythmic breathing.

Baekhyun has just about nodded off when he’s rudely awoken by a violent jab to his bellybutton. Startled, he opens his eyes impossibly wide.

Then they narrow a little.

He rolls over with a growl and pins a smiling Chanyeol to the bed.

“Oh, that’s it. Time for round two, bitch.”

Chanyeol only laughs naughtily, a glint of mischief shining in warm brown eyes.

“Bring it on.”


THE END!!11!11


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