"Well, it's about time you decided to roll out of bed."

Waluigi's head shot up from where he had been looking down at the floor, dropping a bottle of pain pills he had snatched from the bathroom cabinet, "W-what're you doing here?!"

"That's what I asked myself," Luigi turned around from the stove, "when I woke up next to you this morning."

"Y-you're – we – what?" Waluigi's pitch rose as he spoke, "Don't tell me we –"

"Take a look at your bed," Luigi turned back to the stove, staring at the egg he had been cooking, "I'm sure that'll give you an answer."

Waluigi slowly knelt down to pick up the bottle, thankful that no pills had spilled out, "Well, I noticed my bed was, um, kinda messy when I woke up."

Luigi giggled, "You mean really messy? If I remember correctly, you didn't run out of steam until four in the morning. Five minutes breaks in between rounds… I'm surprised my spine isn't broken."

"A-ah… I must've been really… intoxicated." Waluigi sighed as he leaned against the table, "As well as you."

"Hmm," Luigi looked at the other over his shoulder, "You were the one that kissed me back."

"Whoa, wait, you kissed me and that is how we –"

"I was experimenting. Oh, and it wouldn't have gone that far if you kept your hands off my crotch."

Waluigi clawed at the table, "I – I groped you?!"

Luigi hummed as he nodded, sliding the egg onto a pate he had sitting on the counter next to him, "You really wanted to get it on, and it didn't matter who you got it on with, as long as you were pleased."

Waluigi narrowed his eyes, "This is why I shouldn't go to Peach's parties. Especially ones that are crazy like last night's."

"Well, I had a good time." Luigi pulled a fork out of the drawer, "Especially when you let me on top."

"Damn it, I let you top me?" Waluigi worked the bottle open, "This is giving me a headache…"

"But you were fun to ride… though my hips may be bruised now." Luigi silently cut a bit of egg off with the side of the fork, "And you were so sweet the entire time, snuggling with me and kissing my neck, being cheesy and telling me how I was pretty and all."

"Shit, I was out of it." Waluigi held the bottle upside down to his hand, blankly staring at the only pill that came out. "Crap. I'm out of painkillers."

Luigi smirked as he set his fork down, "They say sex is a great alternative to pain medication~."

Waluigi snorted, "Y-you – you – what are you implying?"

Luigi glanced back with half lidded eyes, "Have you even looked at me, Wally?" he fidgeted with the hem of the shirt he was wearing – Waluigi's shirt to be exact. The taller noted how it just barely covered what it needed to, thankful that his body build called for shirts to be tailored as they were. Then he realized it was probably the only thing the shorter had on.

"Y-you're – you – you're not completely dressed." Waluigi stuttered and blinked, his head slightly bobbing as he did so, "You're not completely dressed."

"Well, I was thinking that, maybe, you… did, like me in that way?" Red came across Luigi's cheeks, batting his eyes and lifted a loose fist to his mouth.

Waluigi swallowed, "W-well, I, I can't say that I'd deny that if we really did… you know, and I did what you said I did."

"You do? You like me?" Luigi's eyes lit up.

"S-sure, let's go with that." Waluigi glared off to the side.

Luigi giggled before turning back to his egg, "I'm happy you said that, Wally."

"I bet you are." Waluigi rubbed his temples as he tried to think, "I bet you're just bubbling over with joy and happiness."

"I am!" Luigi spoke through a full mouth, "I'm happy that you're not currently beating my head in like you normally try to do!"

"Yeah, you'd be surprised if I tried to relieve my sexual tension for you in a public place." Waluigi grit his teeth, "Do you happen to have any painkillers?"

Luigi dropped his fork again, "As a matter of fact, I do…" he giggled as he reached for the hem of the shirt.

Waluigi's eyes widened, "L-Luigi, you're not –"

"Yes, I am." Luigi snapped, pausing his action to cross his arms, "Do you not want me to?"

"I – uh – well – not – uh – where are your clothes?" Waluigi quickly walked back towards his bedroom, looking around the floor and gathering every article of clothing that didn't belong to him.

When he turned around to return Luigi's clothes to him, the Italian was right behind him and grabbed him by his shoulder.

"We should take care of that headache, Wally." Luigi purred, causing the taller to drop his clothes and wince – that was actually a very good purr…

"Um, n-no thanks." Waluigi laughed nervously, "I think your brother is looking for you –"

"Who cares?" Luigi began dragging him to the bathroom, "C'mon, I'm sure a steamy shower and another steamy encounter will get rid of that headache really quickly~!"

"U-uh- okay?" Waluigi stumbled along, inwardly excited for the events that were about to happen.

**Eheheh. Bluebruise gave me this idea. I would've continued with that special scene, but... I didn't feel like it. Maybe later. **