**Luigi is so cute in Mario Kart Wii. I mean, his cuteness factor is just way. Too. Extreme. He's cuter then his little baby self – wait, I take that back – they're both head asplodingly adorable. Why am I saying that? I have no clue. **
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The Grand Prix was over, just as soon as it had started.
Luigi had the same amount of confidence that he was going to win just as he did for the same race last year, and the year before that. Half of the time he was right – he did win – other times he lost it to characters he was sure he could've smoked.
This year Luigi did it – he won the Special Cup. Now all that needed to happen was the award ceremony, and then tomorrow was the ceremony for who won the entire Grand Prix – point totals from the past 16 races added together.
But with grime from racing all over his face, Luigi didn't want to go stand in front of a cheering crowd and the losing characters unless he was clean. Thus, Waluigi's search for the shorter male landed him in the men's room of Luigi's Circuit – seeing him splashing water all over his face and using up all the hand drying paper towels.
Luigi didn't hear the door squeak open and Waluigi muttering – because if he did he would've dropped what he was doing and acted like the sink was broken. He kept wetting his face, looking up at his reflection every so often while narrowing his eyes, getting soap from the dispenser and once again making a clean mess.
At first, Waluigi was going to scare Luigi by pinching his hips as hard as he could. Upon seeing Luigi's hurried washing, however, the taller male just had to stand back, leaning against a beat up bathroom stall while watching in amusement.
"Stupid roads, never being clean even after a rainstorm. I hate the engines, the exhaust, the gasoline," Luigi growled as he rinsed his face for the umpteenth time before looking up again. "Took me thirty minutes just to get it all off."
"Luigi, Luigi, such a girl about your looks." Waluigi sung, cackling at the reaction of Luigi spinning around. "Do you need me to get your make-up bag so you can re-apply mascara and your foundation and whatever make-up you like?"
With red painting his cheeks, Luigi immediately spat back, "Says the man who wears blue eyeliner!"
Waluigi stuttered as he began to defend himself. "T-that's from lack of sleep – I – I'm an insomniac!"
"Whatever, you wear eyeliner!" Luigi pointed at him, anger starting to rise.
"OK, OK, relax, re-lax!" Waluigi knelt down and placed his hands on either side of Luigi's head, holding it still while he continued to speak, "You're still such a pretty little man, yes, pretty~!"
"Shtop it!" Luigi pulled Waluigi's hands away before he leaned in and spoke quietly, "I don't want someone walking in and seeing us."
"They're not; they're getting ready for the ceremony." Waluigi leaned in as well, kissing Luigi's cheek lightly, "No one is going to know."
"Until Mario hears about this." Luigi snapped, "Then he'll tell Peach, who'll tell Daisy, who'll tell Toadette, who will tell Toad, who will tell Toadsworth, who will be overheard by some other toads during tea, and then the entire kingdom will know!"
"You're just making it up," Waluigi rested his forehead against Luigi's, smiling. "Besides, if anyone did find out, they'd probably have to go through me before they tell anyone else."
"Huh," Luigi let go of Waluigi's hands to pull said character closer to him, "You can try."
"Try? There is no try," Waluigi copied Luigi's action, as if they were in a crowded room trying to stay small instead of just hugging each other in the bathroom, "There is only a do. Or something along those lines."
Luigi scoffed, moving his head to where he could snuggle into the crook of Waluigi's neck, "You're a nut."
"I like nuts, especially when they're yours."
"H-hush…"
"So," Waluigi breathed, hand slowly starting to trail down Luigi's back. "Are we going to get somewhere today? Or do you want to wait until this evening?"
"Hm?" Luigi slouched a little, "Why do you want to get to get somewhere? Can't it wait until tomorrow?"
"Ah, but you won. Can't we…" Waluigi's hand found its way to Luigi's ass, groping and massaging it, "…celebrate, my dear?"
"N-not – unh – not now! T-the ceremony, w-we might be late for it if we – if we –"
"Just a quickie, Luigi." Waluigi chuckled, squeezing his grip a little tighter. "You'd be walking out with a glow that just screams you've just been pleasured."
"A-ah…" Luigi leaned into Waluigi a little, "…n-no thank you, Waluigi, I – I can wait…"
"The ceremony isn't for another thirty minutes," Waluigi whispered, his hand now sliding around to the front of Luigi's torso, "You don't need longer to get all prepped up, do you?"
"A-actually, I wanted to talk to my brother and see where he was in – p-points – ah!" Luigi brought his head up out of the crook of Waluigi's neck, arm that was wrapped around his torso now in a position to where he was tightly grabbing Waluigi's shoulder. "I-idiota, get your hand away from there!" he hissed.
"You say no, but your body says go." Waluigi smirked, hand fondling a now obvious bulge in Luigi's overalls, enjoying the others sudden grabs at his clothes. "You're sending me mixed signals, Mon Cher."
"S-stop the French…unh!" Luigi's knees gave out a little below him, hanging onto Waluigi for support, "…you bastard…"
"See, my hands are useful for much more than making bomb-ombs and fixing your engine for you." Waluigi smiled, "By the way, you're completely red faced."
Luigi took a deep breath before he growled, "W-why are you even – hm – s-stop that!" the shorter of the two began clawing at the taller's back, ignoring the hungry stare he was getting and wishing that the hand squeezing at his crotch would stop already.
"Stop? Why would I want to stop?" Waluigi grinned as he continued to fumble. "You're so cute when you're flustered, and when I'm making you…" he gave Luigi's crotch a light slap, enjoying the gasp he got in return, "… horny."
"I – I said to stop it…you're not being – Waluigi!" Luigi managed to stumble away, ignoring the heat rushing to his face and the disappointment of not being fondled anymore. "Not right now, I want to talk to Mario."
"Mario, he's not your complete and total –"
"Blah, blah, blah." Luigi interrupted, "Waluigi, I don't want to do anything right now. If you really wanted to go talk to someone for something really important, would you want me trying to give you a hand job?"
"Not really, but I'd let you give me one anyway – due to sudden urge to pleasure me." Waluigi growled, standing back up. "Since you seem so eager to talk to Mario, I'll just leave."
"Fine, you –" Luigi stopped Waluigi threw the door to the bathroom open and marching away, leaving said male to stand there and watch as the door slowly closed. "Hmph. Someone's on their man period."
Luigi returned to the sink, seeing his red blush in place of the dirt and grime on his face. He tapped his fingers against the sink, thinking about what Waluigi spat at him.
A smile slowly started to crawl across his face. He knew what to do now.
Probaby going to be continued next chapter.