Collection

by Crazee Canadia

What the title says, a collection of WaluigiXLuigi stories I had originally written for myself, now being shared with the fandom. WalGi not your interest? Don't like, don't read. Want to explore? Come in, and make a map to get out if you need it. Read the chapters in whatever order you wish. Some mature parts inside.

8. Rounds

As they lay there in bed, recovering from their fifth round, Waluigi could do nothing but stare at his normally seen rival sleeping peacefully. The sweat had collected around this forehead, starting to go down his face, somewhat giving his usual, cheerful look a tiring view.

But Waluigi liked it. He reached forward and lightly brushed his fingers against Luigi's hairline. The smaller just shook his head in his sleep and sighed.

Waluigi only stared with half-lidded eyes and smiled. He'd never thought that he'd ever fall for his rival – who, to be honest, was very cute in all ways. He just wanted to be kissing him all the time, enjoying that little giggle he gave in adornment and embarrassment.

But everyone else thought they were rivals.

Waluigi readjusted the blanket so that it covered both of their shoulders and scooted closer to Luigi, wrapping an arm around him and kissing his forehead, whispering "Je T'aime." In hopes Luigi would hear.

He felt disappointed when Luigi didn't reply, but kept on hugging him and occasionally kissing his forehead.

Soon, Luigi woke up, snuggling into Waluigi's chest and muttering "Ti amo."

"Same here." Waluigi whispered.

They laid there a moment before Luigi kissed Waluigi's neck, the taller taking this message quickly. He crawled on top, and started their sixth round.

It was hard not to just attack Luigi with those faces he made, ones wincing in pain, ones smoothing out with love, and others just showing how much he was enjoying himself. Waluigi could only make one face the entire time, a face that said he'd die if Luigi never let him do this again.

His whimpers of pleasure also made the taller want to just stay like this forever. Luigi's voice, as a matter of fact, was like some sort of music that could never be played unless someone deserved to hear it. Waluigi deserved to hear it.

As they start to recover from the sixth round, it is three in the morning, Luigi's dead asleep, and Waluigi's starting to feel tired himself. But he doesn't want to sleep, he wants to lay there and watch Luigi.

The next thing he knew, he blinked and Luigi was coming out of the bathroom with some towels and saying, "Morning! How's about a shower before we start the day?"