Pt 1: Suck
The crowd bustled around him, pushing him in all directions making the minion's head spin. Stuart was beginning to feel overwhelmed. Bob and Kevin had warned him about this, they had told him that comic con would be too much for him. With his short stature and lack of depth perception caused by monocular vision, simple tasks like walking were difficult for Stuart, made only worse by the thousands of people around him. Finally, he saw what he had been looking for. What had made him want to make this treacherous journey. Fix it Felix.
With a skip, Stuart pushed his way through the crowd, all of his anxiety forgotten now he had spotted the coveted Felix posters. He saw the one he wanted. Felix had his back to the camera, casting a coy glance over his shoulder, hammer clasped firmly in his over sized hands. The minion bit his lip as he stood on his tip toes, reaching out for the poster.
Suddenly, his yellow hand brushed against a large peachy-orange one. Stuart gasped as electricity jolted through him, making his limp hair stand on end and goosebumps erupt over his shiny yellow flesh. He shivered despite the cloying humidity of a thousand nerds and weeaboos.
Waluigi felt a shudder ripple through his lanky body. As soon as his hand had brushed against the minion's in front of him he had felt a surge of masculine energy. Biting his lip, he glanced downwards, fixing his cornea-less gaze on the smaller man, taking in his cylindrical form. Twiddling his moustache he noticed the minion quivering beneath him. Deciding to toy with the small cylinder he moved his hand, his long fingers wrapping around the stumpy ones of the man below him.
The minion's palm was clammy, his palm sticking to Waluigi's. The taller man could see how the smaller man licked his lips as their flesh touched. "Oh yeah." Waluigi murmured.
The minion jolted. He hadn't expected such a high pitched nasal voice to come from the Adonis in denim dungarees above him. The tone was harsh and grating, yet somehow Stuart knew he would never hear a more beautiful sound. He couldn't hold back the shuddering gasp he gave at the sound of how he had pleased the taller man.
He moved backwards, carried by an urge he couldn't explain, a primal urge to be closer to the moustached giant behind him. He stepped backwards, his indistinguishable-from-his-body head bumped into the man behind. Stuart gasped as he felt the gentle swell around the crotch of the raven haired man's dungarees. He felt a thrill of pride when he realised what he was causing this handsome stranger.
Sweat gathered on his forehead, dripping down and pooling on the top of his single goggle. The feel of the sweat sliding down the side of his face tickled and he wanted to wipe it off, to stop the discomfort so he could focus on the man above him entirely, no distractions. He attempted to do so, using the hand that wasn't being held by the handsome strangers. His arms, however, were disproportionate to his body, and so Stuart couldn't reach the top of his goggle. He cursed Gru, his creator, quietly "Damn you, you skinny legged bastard." He muttered, his voice shaking.
"Hey now, none of that." Waluigi said, unable to stand hearing such cruel things coming from such a beautiful creature. Gently, as though the minion were a piece of antique Dresden china, Waluigi placed one of his long, sharp fingers against the minion's forehead, thanking the green god that he had left his gloves in the Waluigi racer back in the carpark.
Below him the minion gasped. The sound made Waluigi lose control. In a lapse of though, he gently rolled his hips, pressing his crotch against the minion's head, "Oh yeah." He whispered. Slowly, he moved his fingers across the top of the minion's goggle, gathering the sweat nectar of the yellow man's sweat on his finger tips.
Waluigi brought his fingers up to the light, admiring the rainbows within the droplets of the smaller man's fluids, loving the way they caused light to dapple across his face. Then, with a movement so quick it made the minion below him gasp, Waluigi plunged the sweaty fingers into his mouth. He moved them round, tongue lapping at each one, drinking up the sweet juices, his tar black eyes fixed onto the wide eyed yellow creature in front of him the whole time.
Finally, he removed them with a pop, saliva spraying the minion's goggle. Before the smaller man had a chance to wipe off the offending liquid, Waluigi had stuffed his long fingers down the smaller man's throat, smirking his manic smirk at the look of shock on the yellow face.
"Suck." He ordered.