**This is one of those rated M parts. : I wrote this at one-o'clock in the morning. Squee! And… uh, heheh, why am I even uploading this? Oh yeah. Derp.

I don't use the exact words though, I give a picturesque feel to it. *coughcoughnop*niswordsforyoucough**

"Uh- Uh - uhhhhhhh - ah!" Luigi's whimpers quickly traveled from his mouth, eyebrows curving in time with his eyes closing in embarrassed bliss.

Waluigi could only look on with wide eyes, starting to water from the pleasure of his release slowly fading away.

"Hnn, gna..." Luigi's sweat covered face was dusted with red across the cheeks, along with white liquid dribbled on across. How it dripped down the corner of his mouth, the way his tongue poked out to lick and swallow as much as he could.

Waluigi had to grab the arm of the chair firmly just to keep from shoving Luigi's head back down, quickly getting excited just from the sounds that were escaping the other's throat.

Yet, he returned on his own, looking back at Waluigi while he took everything into his mouth slowly, still with some white on his face but not taking away any attractiveness.

"Ah, mon dieu!" Waluigi's eyes screwed shut, tight fists almost snapping the chair arm in two.

Luigi seemed to chuckle before he resumed the torture, slowly bringing his head up while tickling after with his tongue, twisting it around the top slower than what should be humanly possible.

Shame he couldn't last much longer, once again letting it fly along with a deep, pleasured groan coming through his teeth.

Of course, Luigi let the mess cover his face again, giving a small squeal of excitement before bringing his hand up to his face, "Ti è piaciuto che?" he whispered, bringing stray liquid from the side of his face to his mouth with a finger.

"O-oui!" Waluigi managed, "Oui, mon chér!"

Luigi giggled, his other hand slowly pumping what provided his current delicacy, "Perché non darmi qualche altro, allora?"

"Hng - Nya - T-tout ce que vous voulez, me forcer si vous avez à prendre..."

Luigi gave a devious smile before replying, "Vuoi ancora un po?"

"Oui, dammit!" Waluigi's head fell backwards, his eyes closing once again from the sting of an unattended need.

"Waluigi?"

"Hng!"

"Waluigi!"

"Hmmh!"

A smack over his head suddenly woke him up, "Walugi! Ho fatto una domanda! Qualsiasi altra cosa volete?"

"H-huh?" Waluigi squinted, the sunlight surrounding the porch he fell asleep on blinding him, outlining the wonderful figure of the man he'd been dreaming about.

"Since you can't seem to understand Italian, I'll say it in English," The ever adorable, heavy accented voice spat, "Do you want anything else?"

Waluigi took no more time waking up, the nasty taste of drool in his mouth and the uncomfortable feeling of wet pants forcing him to sit up, "Oh! Uh, n-no thanks!" he managed, finally looking up at Luigi's face, "I'm good."

With a smile that was the same in the dream, Luigi replied, "Alright. Oh, and don't sleep on that table, that's mahogany and I don't want anything bad to happen to it."

Oh, I think you're a little late on that, Waluigi thought as he pressed his thighs together, eye slightly twitching at the squishy, wet feeling of wet dreams.

Luigi sat down across from him, vanilla ice cream tub thrown onto the table, "It's so hot out here, it's a wonder the house isn't on fire." He commented, cheeks red from the heat.

Waluigi nodded, trying to keep another erection from forming, "Y-yup, I wonder that too."

Luigi brought a spoon of vanilla to his mouth, prepared to eat it before jumping at the sound of a bumblebee, melted ice cream flying into his face just like in the dream. Flustered, and not one to waste anything such as ice cream, he began to clean up by bringing everything to his mouth with a finger.

Waluigi tried to control his breathing, but his pants were getting tighter and his heart was racing.

He just had to make that sound, "Hnnnguh..."

Waluigi sucked in a quick breath before he held it, eyes clenching shut thighs squeezing together as he came for the third time. His hands, which he used to prop up his head, were now propping up his forehead as he tried to hide a blush, but even they were making fists.

Although the warmth that spread through his body was a wonderful sensation, it was just as embarrassing to be doing it right next to the man he had fantasies about.

"Waluigi?" Luigi's innocent voice broke a silence which had overcome them afterwards, "Stai bene?"

"O-Oui! S-something just bit me, that's all..." the taller replied while releasing his breath.

He could hear Luigi's devious giggle as he set down his ice cream, "Looks like someone's enjoying themselves over there."

Waluigi's eyes flew open and his head shot up to look at Luigi, quickly processing the half-lidded eyes, suggestive smirk, and the raised eyebrows as a sign he was busted. He couldn't speak; all he could do was sit there.

Luigi sighed, "It's not fair, you're having all the fun."

"W-what fun?" Waluigi asked. Oh, his organ was reacting to everything today! When would it stop?

With another giggle, Luigi slowly began to disappear below the table, "Qui, mi permetta di ottenere che."

"What - what're you - L - Luigi - don't - I - I - n- non! Non! Laisser mon pantalon - ! Ah! Aih! Aih! Nyahhhhhh!"

*So? I think I made Waluigi a bit too uke at the end, but I don't care. It's cute!

As for the Italian and French… don't ask. They're both really sexy languages. I had to! Of course, I used my iPod's translator (I wrote this on my iPod's WriteApp, best thing ever!) so some things may not be correct. However, corrections are welcome, if you know the language well.

If you hated this chapter… wait, why are you reading this far? Meh. I said it was bound to come sooner or later.

Anyway, bye! **