A/N: Yeah, it's soft-core smut. I knew I'd cave and use that M rating eventually. I just didn't think I'd get to it this quickly.

Luigi didn't realize anything was wrong until he tried to roll over. In evident opposition to his doppelganger Luigi slept heavily, with minimal movement. As such, it took him a while to notice the pressure on his chest and the tightness of the sheets. He attempted to wiggle an arm free and the pressure increased slightly. His eyelids lifted and a startled jerk ripped through his muscles.

"I know what I want," the man on top of him whispered.

"Geeze, don't sneak up on me like that," Luigi sighed.

Waluigi sat straddling Luigi's waist, both hands planted firmly on the shorter man's chest. "It's not sneaking if I've been here for an hour, is it?"

"You've been sitting there for an hour," Luigi said flatly.

"I don't know. Maybe. That's not the point. I've decided what I want."

"Want for what?"

"For jinx."

"That was two days ago."

"Statute of limitations on a single jinx is one week. We've been over this."

"Fine. What do you want?"

"Walk to the store with me."

Luigi eyed his more devious half dubiously. The manic glint in the dark eyes raised several suspicions. "For what?"

"I don't know. Maybe a coke."

"You're withholding something."

Waluigi laughed. Lacing his fingers together, still on Luigi's chest, he shimmied down until he could rest his chin on them. "We'll make a game of it."

Luigi nodded. He'd expected a caveat of some sort. "No."

Waluigi frowned. "You don't even know what the game is."

"I don't care. You know I don't like doing that kind of stuff in public."

"Too bad. You can't dismiss the sanctity of the jinx that easily."

"You would."

"No I wouldn't. But this isn't about me. This about you being embarrassed to be seen with me in public." He pouted dramatically.

"It's not- There's no reason for us to make our, er, games other people's business. It doesn't matter if it's you, or Daisy, or…"

"Aren't you precious when you're shy," he purred, pinching Luigi's cheek. "I'm supposed to be able to play with my little toys whenever I want now." His fingers traced a jaw line nearly as narrow as his own, save for the warmth and comparative fullness of the cheeks that rested above it.

Luigi shoved at his doppleganger's chest with both hands. Waluigi wasn't actually all that heavy. His towering stature rendered him awkward as far as carrying was concerned, but Luigi could still push him or drag him under certain circumstances. "Within reason."

"You don't know that my idea is unreasonable. You haven't heard it yet."

Luigi shook his head and looked off to one side. If he didn't humor his double, he'd never get back to his nap. His morning shift had been particularly taxing, too. "All right. Tell me what it is."

Grinning, Waluigi said, "You're going to walk to the store with me in nothing but your overalls."

The passionate pink returned to his cheeks. "… No… No I'm not…"

"Too late! You already agreed!" Waluigi sat up and peeled back the covers.

"No I didn't!" He scooted into a sitting position against the headboard.

"You said 'all right.' That means yes." Once more, Waluigi sat straddling his hips. This time he hooked both hands over the headboard on either side of Luigi's shoulders. His angular, grey eyes bore intensely into the rounder baby blues of his sweeter half. "You can put up whatever token resistance you need to convince yourself that you tried to preserve your innocence—hell that's part of the fun—but in the end you know it excites you as much as it excites me when you let my corruption into your conscience."

Luigi's heart pounded. His darker half was at least partially correct. "You're going to pester me all evening if I don't say yes."

The shorter man's voice stayed low. Shy. Submissive. Maybe a bit coy? It was hard to tell. It wouldn't be strange for his other half to know what Waluigi wanted—loved—to hear. It wasn't completely inconceivable that Luigi had more understanding of and control over his lanky devil than he allowed Waluigi to believe. Not that any subtlety mattered in the end. Waluigi believed the truth he preferred and he would stubbornly stick to whatever story wanted. As long as he chose to regard his counterpart as his innocent toy, so the dynamic would remain. "Insufferably," he growled.

Luigi thought about it a bit longer. His overalls covered a lot. "Do I get shoes?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Just making sure." He smiled weakly. "Let's get this over with."

000

Two hours later, they strolled side by side through the fading sunlight. Luigi hugged himself, hands clasping his bare shoulders. He was acutely aware of the denim chaffing his bare skin. The straps' clasps were cold against his nipples. It wasn't supposed to get this chilly in the evening. Not at this time of year. "Everyone is staring," he whispered. "How far is this store?"

The height difference made holding hands slightly awkward. Such a gesture would have been too sweet for the requirements of the situation, anyhow. Waluigi settled for a light grip on the nape of Luigi's neck. "If anyone is staring, it's because you're hunched over like you're freezing to death." Grinning, he tickled the back of Luigi's neck with the knuckle of his pointer finger.

"You're enjoying this too much," Luigi sighed.

"One of us has to." The hand crept around to his shoulder and the fingers slipped under the denim strap. They traced it down across his collar bone and fanned out on his narrow chest. He felt Luigi's heart beat harder, but he didn't try to stop him, so Waluigi left his hand there.

Just as the sneaking suspicion that his counterpart was merely parading him aimlessly through the streets was about to make Luigi demand the tall man take him home, the long fingers fisted in an overall strap and soundlessly directed him into a convenience store. A bell above the door jingled. The man behind the counter glanced at them. Luigi swallowed hard and directed his attention to his companion instead. Waluigi was scanning the drink case as he approached it. Luigi hurried to catch up with him.

As he knelt to pull a drink from a lower shelf of the cooler, Waluigi whispered, "Blush more. It's not obvious enough that you're up to something."

Luigi's cheeks were so warm that not even the cool air pouring into the isle could sooth them. "You're not helping."

"Hm. Maybe this will." Once more, the slender palm found Luigi's chest, this time pinning him to the frigid glass. Alone in the isle and with a shelf concealing them from the bored employee at the front, Waluigi pressed his lips against Luigi's. He sucked the lower lip of his startled counterpart in between his teeth and nipped it, drawing his teeth off slowly as he pulled back. Then he grinned as the flustered heat crept down his toy's neck. "Yeah. That's much better." He pressed the bottle of soda into Luigi's hands. "I'm going to grab some chips and meet you at the front."

Luigi touched his tingling lips as he watched his doppelganger rise elegantly to his full height and stroll to another isle. His overalls felt a bit tighter. Oh god. He knew he was a bit of a masochist. As his relationship with his double progressed, he'd come to relative terms with it. He only wished his sadistic twin wouldn't use it as an excuse to tease him in public. He opened the cold case and shoved his face inside, pretending to peruse the drinks while he willed his surging blood to cool.

"What's taking so long?" Waluigi said behind him.

Luigi jumped and turned around. "Nothing. Just looking for a…" He trailed off. His doppelganger's gaze drifted south and the slow, wild grin spread across his angular face. Luigi clasped his hands together in front of his nether regions and said, "Don't. Whatever you're thinking just… don't."

A slender eyebrow arched delicately, but the grin didn't waver. Waluigi wordlessly took the drink from an increasingly nervous Luigi, paid while Luigi hung back among the shelves, and then took him outside. "It's getting dark. We'll take the bus."

000

Much to Luigi's relief when they boarded the bus, Waluigi led him to a pair of inconspicuous seats in the rear corner. He didn't quite dare to believe his doppelganger was done messing with him yet, but this was better than a crowded street. Luigi took the seat near the window and pulled the shopping bag into his lap. An arm snaked around his shoulder as Waluigi joined him on his right. When the tall man reached for his lap, Luigi nearly flinched away. He was only getting his drink out of the bag. Luigi let his attention wander to the flickering neon rainbow of lights on the other side of the tinted window. He didn't quite notice how Waluigi's arm slipped from his shoulders to his waist, pulling its owner closer as the doors closed. However, he couldn't have missed the clever fingers invading the opening at the side of his overalls if he had tried to ignore them.

In his haste to grab the slender wrist, Luigi knocked the convenience store bag on the floor. His fuddled effort to retrieve it was foiled when Waluigi crossed his long legs, hooking his right calf across Luigi's knees. "Might want to keep that low profile," he whispered before taking a casual swig from the bottle in his other hand. "If anyone looks, it's gonna be because of your squirming." The fingers beneath the fabric tickled the hair between Luigi's belly button and groin.

"Are you nuts?" Luigi asked. His nails dug into his palms as the fondling moved lower—bolder and more intimate.

"I don't need to answer that," Waluigi snorted. He continued gazing straight ahead, out the front window.

Luigi's breath hitched, but he tried to follow Waluigi's nonchalant example. The sneaky devil was right about keeping a low profile. If he persisted in physical resistance, all he would do was alert the passengers closer to the front of the bus. Waluigi was too shameless to let that stop him. "I- I'm pretty sure th- this is illegal…" Luigi protested softly.

It was that low, pathetically flustered voice Waluigi loved so much. He nodded, moving his hand a bit faster, and took another sip of his coke. "Could be."

When he was forced to smother a groan by biting his knuckles, Luigi decided to surrender. He wasn't completely certain how much control he had over the sounds escaping his vocal cords at this point, so it was probably best to suppress all sounds. Waluigi's pace slowed and sped up as the bus approached and left stops, but he never ceased entirely. The smaller man stared out the window without seeing anything, trembling madly with repressed shivers. They were almost home when he moaned into his hands one final time, trying to disguise it as a yawn. He wasn't sure if he fooled anybody, but he couldn't bring himself to look into the faces of any of the other passengers and check.

Waluigi wiped the warm fluid on the inside of his toy's trembling thigh. Then his hand withdrew and took up a relaxed residence on Luigi's knee. "We should do this again."

Luigi scowled at him. "I want a safeword."

Waluigi chuckled and gave him an affectionate squeeze. "Nah. You'd be screaming it left and right. That's no fun. Stretching your comfort zone is good for you."

"Well I'm drawing a line at anything legally questionable."

"And I will acknowledge that line when it seems relevant." The bus stopped. Waluigi retrieved the abandoned bag from the floor and rose to his feet.

"Good. That's all I…" The short man halted briefly as the word choice sank in. "Wait!" He hurried to catch up with his towering lover. "What does 'seems relevant' mean?"

Waluigi didn't answer, pausing on the front steps and fumbling the building key out of his pocket. In the corner of his eye he saw his angelic little double waving wildly at him, demanding his attention. He had to resist the urge to smile. Luigi was so goddammed cute when he was flustered. He didn't really need an answer to that question anyway. Luigi was smart. If he didn't already know the answer, he wouldn't have needed to ask for clarification.