"Boo."
That one word, whispered quietly, was enough to make Luigi leap out of his skin, freezing up and dropping his soda cup onto the tile floor. After that, he spun around in an attempt to try to punch whoever it was that had snuck up on him, only to find his fist caught in the large hand of his boyfriend, who was laughing like this was the funniest thing he'd ever seen in his life.
"D-dammit, Waluigi!" Luigi spat, throwing another fist at the taller's stomach, only to have Waluigi's palm block and keep the shorter's other hand captive.
"Aw, c'mon, Luigi, have a little bit of fun in your day!" Waluigi barely pushed against Luigi's hands, still managing to keep them at bay, "You gotta admit, though, that was hilarious."
"Hilarious my ass," Luigi growled, trying to pull his hands back, "You want to clean this up, or do you want me to?"
"Clean what up?" Waluigi questioned while smirking.
"This." Luigi nodded at the floor, where soda was starting to soak into his socks, "I'd prefer it all cleaned up before it dries and leaves a sticky spot."
"Hm," Waluigi released his hold on Luigi's hands, stepping back to watch as the shorter yanked paper towels from the roll. "You know, it's a wonder why you even dropped that cup anyway."
"You freaking scared me, you idiot!" Luigi threw the paper towels down on the floor, white suddenly morphing into soda brown, "What would you do if I just appeared behind you like that while you were working?"
"Well, I'd jump, but then I'd ask why you were at my work." Waluigi narrowed his eyes, "I wouldn't spazz out like you did."
"Yes you would, it's the fight or flight instinct." Luigi grumbled, throwing away the soaked towels before grabbing another bunch. "So, what brings you here, Waluigi?"
"Oh, you know, I got off early, so I decided to come over here to kill time." Waluigi stepped forward, "From how you're dressed, I can tell you just got off as well."
"Yeah, yeah." Luigi finished cleaning up the spill, dumping the towels as he fixed an overall strap, "I'm lucky to have gotten off in time, damn idiots making me take care of almost all the calls – eay!"
"Quit being so jumpy, babe," Waluigi mumbled as he tightened his arms around Luigi, resting his chin on his shoulder, "Am I really that sneaky?"
"Yes you freaking are! Wear a damn bell or something!" Luigi struggled against the taller, trying to pull away only to find he wasn't strong enough. With a sigh, he gave up, crossing his arms and glaring at the cabinet in front of him.
"Aw, Weegee, quit being so grouchy." Waluigi pressed a kiss to Luigi's cheek, "C'mon, let's go upstairs and get out of this gaudy outfit."
"That's what I wanted to do after I enjoyed my soda." Luigi continued to pout.
Waluigi chuckled, "Fine, I'll pour you another one while you go change out of this," he tugged on the overall strap on Luigi's other shoulder, "Although I'd really love to help you out of it…"
"I can change clothes by myself, I'm not some baby." Luigi finally worked Waluigi's arms away, ignoring the groan of frustration that followed as he stormed out of the kitchen.
"You're just as cranky as one though," Waluigi called after him, "A cranky baby that just woke up with a crap filled diaper!"
"That crap filled diaper is you, ass wipe." Luigi called back.
Waluigi laughed, crossing his arms and shaking his head, "Be glad I was there to catch your crap!" He replied before moving on to pouring the drink as he promised.
"So, how's my darling doing this evening?" Waluigi asked as Luigi walked by him, quickly reaching out to slap his rear end with a large smile upon his face.
Luigi yelped in surprise and pain, covering his butt with his hands as he turned around to glare at Waluigi, "Don't even start, idiot."
"Aww, why are you so grumpy?" Waluigi leaned forward, resting his head in his hands, "Did you have that bad a day?"
"I already explained, I was doing everything at work today." Luigi growled, taking a moment to take a large swallow of soda. "And then there's you, coming in and scaring me and spanking me."
"Oh, but Luigi, you love being spanked," Waluigi raised and lowered his eyebrows, "As you've said before, some days you're a bad boy, and you need it."
"I've been good today; I think I deserve no spanking." Luigi plopped down onto the couch, away from Waluigi, "As a matter of fact I deserve ice cream and cookies and cartoons."
Waluigi snorted, "Now, with what you did this afternoon, I think you only deserve a cookie."
Luigi threw a hand back at him, "Whatever."
The taller quietly scooted down until he was right next to the shorter, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and digging his nose into his neck, "Come on now, Weegee, you're being so snappy…"
Luigi grunted, trying to shove Waluigi away.
"C'mon, quit being a sour puss," Waluigi began blowing against Luigi's neck, sliding his hands to the sides of Luigi's torso to start tickling him.
"St-stop – stop it – aha – stop – stop that!" Luigi began squirming and flailing, laughing while trying to escape the ticklish grasp, "Waluigi – shtop – shtop!"
Long, slim fingers never stopped their torture, and chapped lips continually pressed against the soft skin, blowing against it whilst nipping cautiously.
After a few minutes, Luigi tired himself out enough to relax against the couch, still flinching and squealing every single time Waluigi started ticking or blowing against his neck after a short break. His throat sore from laughing, his torso aching from fingers digging into it, neck feeling numb from all the blowing and biting, Luigi finally began tugging against the bottom of Waluigi's shirt, "Stop, stop, please, I'm being serious, I'm tired!"
"Ah, I'm glad I at least got rid of a little bit of that tension." Waluigi planted a kiss on the last place he bit Luigi's neck, rubbing his sides while snuggling closer.
"No, you just made more of it." Luigi muttered, pinching the skin of the taller's arm, "If you really want to help me relax, go get me a pizza or something."
Waluigi snorted, "Those aren't healthy for you, with all the grease and hands of people who make it –"
"Well then go make me one from scratch." Luigi started jabbing a finger into Waluigi's ribs, "Or are you unable to even do that?"
"C'mon, really? Why not a salad or nothing at all?" Waluigi pressed against Luigi even more, "Or maybe even me?"
"You're not edible, and no, we're not gonna do anything nasty." Luigi began pushing back, "I want food, not sausage."
"But it's French!"
"French or not, I don't want it now."
"But you'd always want it when it's French~!"
"I want Italian, and I want pizza. That's it."
Waluigi stuck out his bottom lip in a pout, "Fine then. If I make you a pizza, then will you –"
"Maybe." Luigi slapped the top of Waluigi's head. "Only if I get my pizza."
With a final groan in frustration, Waluigi got up from the couch, "Fine. Only because you said maybe."
"Grazie~ mi amore~!" Luigi sang.
"Now?"
"No."
"C'mon, Weegee!"
"Ahem, I haven't eaten yet."
"W-well, eat! C'mon! Nom it! Bite into it! Pull against it! Chew it! Swallow it! Ooh, swallow it~!"
"Waluigi!" The taller found himself hit in the face with napkins, "Shut up, just shut up!"
"But Luigi!" Luigi turned away, biting into a slice of the home made pizza he was just served, "You're so cruel, leaving me to sit here almost hanging!"
The shorter scoffed, "It's still in your pants."
Waluigi was silent for a moment before he chuckled, "I could take it out for you –"
"Sir, I am trying to eat." Luigi took another bite of pizza, now turned back around and glaring at the other.
"Sir, I am impatient." Waluigi crossed his legs, leaning back into the couch pillows, "Did I do a good job, by the way?"
"Eh, it's a little dough-y, but it'll do." Luigi said around the corner of his third slice, intentionally lying. It was perfect, he just didn't want to listen to any more of the other's whining about what he wanted to do tonight, and how soon he wanted it.
"C'mon, I thought you liked it dough-y?" Waluigi rolled his head back, "But okay, I guess I won't make it as such next time. If there is a next time."
"There will be if you wanna get what you want," Luigi smirked, "I'm not one that just thinks that sex automatically relaxes all."
"Well, you seem to like it a lot. You remember the other night in the kitchen and the cucumber –"
"I heard my cell phone go off~ could you go get it?" Luigi completely turned his body around so that his back was facing Waluigi, trying his hardest to hide the blush crossing his face.
Waluigi shook his head while smiling, "Don't wanna talk about your kinks? Fine with me~!" he bounced up from the couch, "Do you still want your cell?"
"Um, yeah, I swore I heard it ring." Luigi threw an arm at him, "Just go get it, please."
"Only because I love you." Waluigi sighed as he walked out.
"Je T'aime."
"Non."
"Ti amo?"
"No."
"…ich liebe dich?"
"Nein."
Waluigi quickly fished into his pocket to pull out his phone, fingers tapping across the screen as he pulled up a multi-language dictionary, "Te iubesc?"
"Nu." Luigi quickly retorted, smirking behind a glass of water.
"You're getting really tough, aren't you?" Waluigi narrowed his eyes at his phone, "Ya lyublyu tebya?"
"Nyet."
"Szeretlek?"
"Nem."
"Jag älskar dig?"
"Nej."
"C'mon, man, how do I have to say it?"
"Hmm," Luigi set down his glass, "Well, you've used a translator, so you probably haven't said it right those past few times, so…"
"Then how come you knew how to say no?" Waluigi asked, slamming the phone onto the couch.
Luigi's smile didn't falter, "I'm just that smart, darling."
"Well, stop thinking with your brain and starting thinking with your –" Waluigi started to crawl over to Luigi, stopping when the shorter slapped a hand over his mouth.
"If you're super desperate, then I expect another favor." Luigi growled.
Waluigi rolled his eyes, crawling back and plopping onto his back, "What?"
"I do believe that I forgot to vacuum the hall."
A moment of silence before Waluigi sighed in frustration, rolling off the couch before stumbling off to the hall closet, Luigi watching him while trying to contain his laughter.
"What else, your majesty?"
"Are my dishes clean?"
"Yes."
"My bed fixed?"
"Yes. Though I don't see why you wanted it fixed."
"Laundry?"
"Done."
"My bills?"
"I paid them for you, love."
"Aww, you're so sweet. What about my groceries?"
"Your kitchen is stocked."
"Refill of wine?"
"I did it long before you asked."
"Oh! Well, how's my yard?"
Waluigi took a deep breath out of frustration before slamming his hands down on the table, "Luigi, I raked your yard, I cleaned out your gutters, I fed your chain chomp, I finished fixing your go-cart, I cleaned your bathroom, I carried your cell phone back and forth to you and your room, I vacuumed the entire house, I made you another pizza, emailed Daisy back, talked to your brother for five seconds on the phone, tended to your dumb garden, got the newspaper for you, reshelfed all your damn books, all the while trying to keep from relieving myself! Is there anything else that you could possibly want me to do?!"
Luigi just stared back, taking a small sip from his wine glass, "What time is it?"
"It's freaking nine thirty!" Waluigi snapped, "What, did you want me to sweep your walkway to?"
"No, I was waiting until nine thirty to let you stop," Luigi set the glass down on the table, "Because I wanted you to know exactly what I went through today."
Waluigi's glare only became harsher, "You. Suck."
Luigi laughed as the taller stormed over to the sink, snatching a cup from the cabinet and slamming the faucet on. "Come now, Waluigi, at least you got some exercise."
"I could've gotten more if we had just gone to the bedroom." Waluigi snapped, lifting the cup up for a sip.
"Come now," Luigi's whispering voice came across Waluigi's ear, "You at least get your reward now."
"Shit – " Waluigi tensed up, dropping his cup on the floor as Luigi's arms wrapped around his torso, "Okay, fine, you got your revenge. You gonna let me clean it up?" He asked, pulling on Luigi's sleeve.
"It's just water," Luigi began pulling Waluigi out of the kitchen, "It'll evaporate the sooner we hit the bed."
