Author's Note: Let me tell you, it has been a hot second since I wrote just prinxiety! I thought it was time I give a lot of people what they really want. Now I still feel like this is a different tickle fic than what some people were expecting from a prinxiety fic, because its lee!Roman. I love Lee!Roman with prinxiety because I love to see Virgil be the victor over Princey. I just hope you guys like it and this is compensation since a lot of people didn't really like the Dukexiety fic. It's understandable so I hope y'all like this one better! Enjoy!

The Poke War

Ship: Prinxiety

Words ~ 1,985 ~

Warnings: Teasing, some vague innuendos, a tickle happy Princey.

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     It began as a playful form of bonding between the new lovebirds, Roman and Virgil. But before long, it escalated into something much more competitive. It was Roman who had initiated the first poke, aiming for Virgil's muffin top hidden underneath his black and purple plaid jacket. He wasn't expecting him to react much, but the sharp gasp and wide eyes planted the seeds of curiosity and mischief inside of the prince's intentions.

     There wasn't much that could get underneath his boyfriend's skin but now that he discovered this little weakness, all he wanted to do was poke at Virgil's tickle spots. Roman knew the dangerous game he was playing though because the moment he poked him the first time, Virgil growled a dangerous warning. "Watch it, princey." So, Roman decided to wait for the initial attack to blow over until he pulled another little stunt like that.

     About a week past when he attempted another poke into the same adorable bit of muffin top. Virgil was stretching his arms to the sky and his jacket rode up slightly, but Roman knew better than to poke his bare skin. It wasn't time, at least not yet. The recoil the prince got from his boyfriend was monumental. Virgil doubled over and curled around himself, arms flying to protect the poked tickle spot. All it did was earn Roman a glare and he flashed him a mischievous grin in return.

     "One day, you'll regret that." Anxiety seethed, and for once Roman knew the difference between a warning and a threat. Virgil's words caused Roman to continually keep an eye on him, especially when his back was turned. He had to be ready for him to strike at all times. The comical part about this was Virgil was confused why Roman kept staring at him with wary eyes, until he put two and two together. Roman was worried he was gonna get poked back when he was off guard.

     Now that Virgil knew the real reason, he was gonna have some fun tormenting his initial tormentor. The next week or so was pure hell for Roman. Whenever he and Virgil would hang out, five minutes did not go by when Virgil would feint attack Roman. Not only was Virgil getting the upper hand on him, but whenever Roman would try to retaliate, Virgil would catch his wrists to keep him from actually poking him. "Ya missed." He'd jest with that low growl that would send shivers up Roman's spine.

     It was towards the end of the week that Virgil finally took advantage of the jumpy prince. They were on the couch, chatting about the newest Disney movie and Roman saw the perfect opportunity to jab at Virgil's tummy. Like always, however, Virgil was quicker than him and caught his wrist with his hand. It was different this time because before Roman knew it his arm was lifted up and a poke was delivered to his exposed armpit. He jumped and froze, a rush overtook his body and he shuddered violently. A second poke and he jumped again staring straight into the mischievous expression that now covered Virgil's face. "Ya all right, Ro? You look like a deer in the headlights." He eventually was able to yank his arm away and the conversation returned back to normal, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he got when he was poked.

     Neither could he stop thinking about it. It felt...good and exciting.  No shot of adrenaline could ever come close to satisfying him like a quick, ticklish poke. Perhaps if he attempted to poke Virgil more often, his boyfriend would attempt to get back at him. It was a brilliant plan, but he didn't want to annoy him. So, he had to come up with something that would get Virgil on board. And a poke war was a perfect plan.

     "Virgil," Roman had caught his attention at the dinner table one day. "I declare war on you." He slapped his hands down on the table, remembering the last couple times he had attempted to poke Virgil and received nothing in return. "A poke war." He shot him a look of determination, watching Virgil's mouth twist into a wicked grin.

     "A poke war, huh? Alright. Judging by the past couple weeks, I think we all know who the victor is gonna be." A flash of fantasy passed through Roman's mind at Virgil's words. The prince was on the ground, succumbing to the wiggling and poking fingers of his boyfriend. He shuddered again and he knew that was exactly what he wanted.

     Roman played it off like it was nothing. "HAH! You underestimate me."

     Virgil took a sip of his drink, watching as Patton and Logan just pretended not to enter into the conversation. "Nah. I'm pretty sure I'm overestimating you currently." Oh, Virgil's teasing was music to his ears and the butterflies in Roman's tummy.

     Roman pretended to scowl in mock anger. "How dare you! Fine then! We'll start this poke war and we will see just who is overestimating whom!"

     Virgil loved Roman, but he was hilarious when he was angry or offended. You couldn't blame him for wanting to continuously push his prince boyfriend's buttons. "What're the rules then?"

     Roman couldn't stop himself from shaking as he relayed the guidelines he had in mind. "The attempts at poking will be turn-based. When one person attempts to poke, they aren't allowed to attempt to poke again until the other person tries." Virgil nodded his head. "Each week, each person gets three attempts to tickle the other person into submission. The poke war ends when one person shouts 'I surrender.' The only weapons to be used are single finger tickles! So your two pointer fingers and nothing else."

     Virgil chuckled. "I think you're making this too easy for me."

     Roman flashed him a grin. "That's what you think! But, I will show you who's the better poker around here."

     And so it began. They took turns attempting to poke each other throughout the week and both turned out victorious. Virgil more than Roman. The prince staged his carefully, and he had finally racked up a total of four pokes to Virgil's tickle spots by the third week. He tried not to compare his number to the hundreds of pokes that Virgil successfully attempted. He was an actor at heart, so making himself look mad and defeated was easier than it probably should have been. But he still wanted to give Virgil a clue as to what was going on, so he decided not to purposefully use any of his attempts to tickle Virgil into submission. Oddly enough, Virgil hadn't used any of his either. The first and second weeks were full of pokes and squeaks from those pokes, but no deliberate tickle attacks.

     Virgil finally used an attempt while Roman was doing the dishes one night. He had those big rubber gloves on and was unable to get Virgil back at all when he felt two fingers scritching at his ribs. Oh, it was torture, but it felt amazing. He could feel Virgil's breath next to his neck and the smirk next to his ear tickled just as bad as the fingers. He flailed, unable to stop Virgil as the tickling traveled down to his sides and into his hips. Eventually, he was able to remove the gloves and escape, but not without a major amount of exuberant laughter.

     The feeling of being tickled by someone he loved was addicting, and that cute, malicious smile painting Anxiety's face was so worth all of the torture. He was barely able to hide behind his door before hearing his boyfriend cackle maniacally outside of his room. "Damn. That was close Ro. You got away today, but next time you won't be so lucky." And Roman hoped he wouldn't.

     Roman didn't want Virgil finding him out just yet, so he decided to stage his first attempt at tickling Virgil into submission about three days after the dishwashing incident. They were cuddling together and Virgil let himself be the little spoon. Roman knew this was probably not the time to use one of his three attempts, but it was just so perfect that he couldn't help it. He did give him a small warning, but now as he looked back on it he probably shouldn't have.

     "This is one of my three attempts," Roman growled playfully, locking his arms around Virgil's chest and scratching into his sides. He barely got a couple chuckles out of him before he found himself nose to nose with an Anxiety who had quickly spun around in his hold and retaliated.

     "What a coincide-ence." Virgil stuttered and his wiggling fingers found their way into Roman's sensitive underarms again. In an instant, Roman was thrown into defense mode. He giggled, chuckled, and squealed because he was unable to move due to being trapped between a tickling Virgil and the back of the couch. Again, that rush of excitement filled his senses and he wondered if now would be a good time to out himself to his boyfriend. He wished he could stay like this forever.

     Instead of directly telling Virgil, he decided to stop fighting back. He was pushing playfully against his hands, but those motions gradually ceased and Virgil quickly took notice. He stopped tickling for attack purposes and now was wiggling his fingers into other tickle spots that caused Roman to giggle rather than scream with laughter. Virgil's fingers traveled from his armpits down to his ribs and into his sides. Then into his shirt, across his toned abs, and around his belly button. Every once and a while, they'd travel up to his armpits just to get another squeal out of the prince. By this point, Roman had his eyes closed and was laughing freely. He only opened them when he felt a weight off his pelvic area and his socks slowly removed from his feet.

     "I'm still waiting for you to surrender, Ro." The two fingers scratching on his soles and under his toes got him cackling again. He wouldn't let Virgil's attack go on too much longer, but he was enjoying himself way too much to have it stop now.

     "NEHEHEHEEHEHHEEHEHVER!" He could practically hear the smirk in Virgil's voice.

    "Your funeral then." What came next, he wasn't expecting. The other fingers joined the fray and Roman found himself shrieking at the top of his lungs.

     "THAHAHTS CHEEAHAHHATING!!"

     Virgil grinned and ceased his attack to let the prince breathe. "Maybe, but something tells me you were enjoying it. You could easily just sit up and fight me off, but you're just laying there and taking it." Virgil grinned, offering Roman a hand and the prince grasped it languidly.

     "Ahahalright, alright. You...you got me." Roman panted and leaned against his boyfriend for physical support. He nuzzled into his neck and cooed as Virgil's hands ran through his hair comfortingly. "I may...possibly enjoy it when you tickle me..." He started, feeling his face heat up a warm spot on Virgil's neck. "And the poke war...may have been an excuse...to get you...to tickle me..." Roman's voice got smaller as he confessed his intentions.

     Virgil's deep chuckles told him he heard everything. "So the goal of the poke war was never to poke me to death but to get me to poke you to death. Geez Roman. You could've just asked. I'd be more than happy to poke and tickle you." One of Virgil's hands grazed Roman's neck and scratched behind his ear, eliciting some happy giggles. Roman was unable to respond and just whined instead. Virgil continued. "So, is this your version of a surrender?"

     "Only if you promise me that it won't be the last time," Roman commented in the crook of Virgil's neck.

     "It won't be the last time." Virgil quickly responded, snaking his arms around Roman's waist and drawing him closer.

      "...then I surrender."

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Author's Note: D'awww. Prinxiety isn't my favorite ship, but it definitely can be cute sometimes. Hope you all enjoyed this! I think I'm going to try to write another Remile fic next! It's been a little bit since I've tried that pair, then after that maybe Roceit! Alright. Well, I hope you guys enjoyed and I'll see ya next weekend! Toodles! Ceffy out!<3